The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 122: The sister of childhood friend in the novel (26)

Wang Xiangbei returned home carrying a half-grown hen, and then made himself something to eat. However, after eating the meal made by Su Xiangran yesterday, he felt it was somewhat bland. It would be great if he could eat her cooking every day.

After eating, he went to the back mountain to cut some bamboos and made a bamboo chicken coop.

He learned the bamboo weaving craft from an old mountain dweller. There used to be villages in the mountains, but more and more people came down the mountain. However, the elderly were unwilling to leave their homeland.

Because most of the mountain people are self-sufficient, most of them have some skills, such as bamboo weaving and some simple carpentry work.

He used to go to the mountains often not only for hunting, but also sometimes to help the old mountain man with some work. Huihui was actually the old mountain man's dog before, but he followed him back to the village only after the old mountain man died.

While Wang Xiangbei was thinking about the past, he did not slow down his work at all.

He selected good quality bamboo that was neither too old nor too young from the back mountain, then trimmed the knots on the bamboo, scraped off the bamboo joints with a knife, and then broke through the bamboo joints and split the bamboo strips into four parts in the shape of a cross.

This set of tools was left to him by his master. Although it has not been used for a long time, Wang Xiangbei is not unfamiliar with them at all.

After Wang Xiangbei divided the bamboo strips into four parts and then into eight parts, he took the top layer of the bamboo skin because this layer has the best toughness. If he took another layer, it is very likely that the bamboo strips will be unevenly stressed and there will be differences in thickness, making the chicken coop unstable.

Take the green bamboo strips and scrape them clean. If there are burrs left, they will scratch your hands.

Finally, the processed bamboo strips are woven, just like weaving a large katydid cage.

But this is not a katydid cage after all, so in order to prevent the cage from deforming, slightly harder bamboo strips should be woven into it during the weaving process to serve as the skeleton of the chicken coop.

Even though Wang Xiangbei was very nimble, it was already late at night when he finished weaving the cage.

Xiaobai stayed beside him and accompanied him. Wang Xiangbei picked up the woven cage in his hand, took a look at it, and felt very satisfied.

This chicken coop is different from others in one respect. He left two holes, half a finger wide and two fingers long, near the bottom.

He put in place the bamboo feeding trough and water trough that he had prepared in advance, so that it would be convenient to feed the chickens.

Wang Xiangbei put the half-grown hens into the cage, and then filled them with water and food. He felt even more satisfied when he saw that the half-grown hens were in great condition.

He habitually wanted to touch Xiaobai's head again, but it dodged him in disgust. It turned out that he didn't pay attention when he was working just now. Now that he finished making the chicken coop, Wang Xiangbei found that there were many cuts of different sizes on his hands.

These wounds are bleeding now!

Wang Xiangbei poured himself some water, washed himself briefly, then fell on the bed and went to sleep.

Wang Xiangbei was really tired yesterday. He had to travel such a long mountain road and weave chicken coops. When he woke up, it was already noon.

Wang Xiangbei got up and counted his remaining food and the meat he had stored for the winter. He was a little worried. It seemed that there was still enough food, but he found that the amount of prey had not decreased much.

But the weight of the head was obviously decreasing, which was most likely the beginning of famine. He had no land so he had no idea about the condition of the crops.

It seems that in order to make a living in the second half of the year, he has to find a job, or simply ask the village chief to rent back the land that he had returned before.

Although Wang Xiangbei was not talkative, he was a smart man. In the evening, he took the unused bamboo tube he had cut yesterday, filled it with some wine and went to the village chief's house.

When the village chief saw Wang Xiangbei coming, he first glanced at him, then signaled his daughter-in-law to take his daughter Xinghua back into the house, and then began to greet Wang Xiangbei.

Of course Wang Xiangbei didn't notice this.

"Xiangbei, is there anything you need from visiting your uncle today?" The village chief took the bamboo tube given to him by Wang Xiangbei with a smile.

When the village chief smelled it carefully, he knew it was wine, and the smile on his face became more sincere, but he still politely refused.

"Uncle, just take it! This is not a good wine." Wang Xiangbei exerted force with his hand and stuffed the bamboo tube into him.

"Really? What do you want from me?" The village chief knew that this boy must have something to do with him, so he simply accepted the wine.

"The previous land." Wang Xiangbei only said one sentence before being blocked by the village chief.

"Do you want to rent back the previous land?" The village chief saw Wang Xiangbei nodded, and the wine in his hand became a little hot. "It's not that uncle doesn't want to help you, but at this time, this land can't be left vacant.

Not long after you returned, other villagers rented the land.”