Early morning.
Xu Qing was awakened by a burst of crying.
" Boohoo, boohoo, my tiger-headed shoes, my tiger-headed shoes ran away…"
He saw Rongrong sitting on the bed with her eyes closed, her mouth wide open, and her empty hands spread out. She was crying hard, and her tears flowed down her cheeks like a broken string of pearls.
"What's wrong?"
"Rongrong, be good. Don't cry!"
At this moment, her mother, Li Xiaoyun, had also woken up. She immediately hugged Rongrong and comforted her.
Xu Qing was stunned. He turned around and saw the pair of tiger-head shoes lying quietly on the corner of the brick bed. Wasn't it still here?
Xu Qing was delighted.
This girl didn't even know how to look for him. She only knew how to close her eyes and cry.
He quickly picked up the tiger-headed shoes and placed them in front of Rongrong, shaking them. He smiled and said,"Isn't the Tiger Head Shoes here?"
The bell on her tiger-head shoes rang, and the jingling sound made Rongrong open her eyes.
She grabbed the tiger-head shoes in her hand and smiled through her tears."Rongrong thought it ran away!"
Rongrong stopped crying. She held the shoes in her hands and laughed happily.
"But it was clearly in Rongrong's hands yesterday!”
Xu Qing had already gotten up and was about to go out to wash up. When he heard this, he smiled awkwardly.
"Who knows! Maybe it feels uncomfortable in your hands!”
After saying this, Xu Qing went outside to wash up.
He had to think of a way to get some bamboo later to test the skill he had just learned.
Today was Monday.
After breakfast, Xu Qing went to Red Star Primary School for class as usual.
After spending a leisurely day in school.
Xu Qing didn't go home as usual. Instead, he went to Pigeon City.
After obtaining the skill of bamboo weaving yesterday, Xu Qing planned to try it out today.
At this time, Pigeon Market was like a market in the countryside. Everything was sold.
When they arrived at Pigeon City, Xu Qinghua bought a bundle of bamboo with twenty cents and carried it back to the courtyard.
When Xu Qing returned to the courtyard, he immediately attracted the attention of some people.
In the front yard.
The Third Master, Yan Bugui, was taking care of his beloved bicycle. He was holding a rag in his hand, wiping the bicycle clean from top to bottom.
Then, he took out a bottle of engine oil and carefully smeared it on the bicycle chain and bearings. When he was finally done, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
At this moment.
Xu Qing carried a bundle of bamboo and walked in from the courtyard entrance.
Yan Bugui was curious.
What was this brat doing?
Why did he carry so much bamboo back? It couldn't be used as firewood!
"Xu Qing, what are you doing?”Yan Bugui couldn't figure it out and said directly.
"Third Uncle, I'm making bamboo weaving."
Xu Qing didn't explain much. He just casually said that and then continued to walk home.
"Bamboo weaving? Aren't you talking nonsense!"
Yan Bugui looked at Xu Qing's back and laughed.
……
In the middle court.
Qin Huairu had just come out of Silly Zhu's room.
She was holding two lunchboxes in her hands, and a faint smile hung on her lips.
This was what she had just gotten from Silly Zhu. Although Silly Zhu was complaining, she did not reject it.
It was just as she had expected.
Although the matter between Silly Zhu and Qin Jingru did not go through, through this matter, their relationship had indeed eased a lot.
Qin Huiru took the lunch box and was about to go home when she saw Xu Qing passing by the courtyard with a bundle of bamboo.
She looked at it in confusion, but she didn't hesitate too much. Then, she returned to her house.
In the Jia family's house.
Jia Zhangshi leaned against the window and watched Xu Qing leave with the bamboo. She felt a little strange.
This brat! What the hell!
"Why did that brat Xu Qing bring back so much bamboo?”
When Qin Huiru heard Jia Zhangshi's words, she said nonchalantly,""Who knows? Maybe he's going to make something.”
Jia Zhang-shi sneered, obviously not believing it,""Making things? What could a kid like him do? Aren't you wasting things!"
But Jia Zhangshi thought about it and felt that this was good news."It's good to ruin it. This little bastard better ruin his own house! Then I'll be happy."
……
Xu Qing carried the bamboo back to the backyard. He walked to his door and put down the bamboo on his shoulder, leaning against the corner of the wall.
Li Xiaoyun, who was washing rice at the door, saw Xu Qing carrying such a big bundle of bamboo back. She was curious." Xiaoqing, where did you get so much bamboo? What do you want these bamboos for?"
"Mom, I'm going to use these bamboos to make bamboo weaving.”Xu Qing said with a smile as he tidied up the bamboo.
"What is it? Bamboo weaving?"
Li Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment, then shook her head repeatedly. She had a funny look on her face. It was obvious that she did not believe Xu Qing's words at all.
"You child, how can bamboo weaving be so easy to make? This thing needs to be learned by a master before someone can teach it.”Li Xiaoyun smiled.
Xu Qing also knew that no one would believe him if he told the truth. He couldn't possibly say that he had a system, right?
"Mom, I learned this from an old man who saw bamboo weaving on the street."”
"You know it after just a few glances? Nonsense."
"Alright, Mom doesn't care about you. Just don't delay your homework.”
Li Xiaoyun smiled helplessly. Just by watching others do it, she learned the craft of bamboo weaving? How was this possible?
Li Xiaoyun went back to her room after taking a look, not caring about what Xu Qing could do.
Seeing that Li Xiaoyun didn't believe it, Xu Qing didn't mind. Words were useless. When she made the thing, she would have to believe it.
Thinking of this, Xu Qing could not wait any longer.
He then entered the house, took out a chopper from the stove, and brought out a small stool, ready to start.
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