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Su Xiaoqi was a little hurt from this fall.
But with a smirk on his face.
She never imagined that it was rare for her to be unselfish and do a good deed, and she would have such an unexpected joy.
On weekdays, her parents taught her not to cause trouble, just do her own thing well, and don't meddle in her own business.
? A little girl from the countryside, meddling in other people's affairs as a big deal, but in the end she caused trouble for her parents, so Su Xiaoqi was very careful.
However, I didn't expect to have such a rich reward for doing a good deed once in a while.
She wished she could go for a run now.
If you walk 20,000 steps a day, you can earn 4,000 yuan.
One hundred and twenty thousand a month.
What does 120,000 mean to Su Xiaoqi?
No idea, she was a little floating when she got up and walked.
She is full body, newly bought glasses 188, white t-shirt 59, sweatpants 39, white shoes 48, and an electronic watch of unknown brand, which was given by her classmates on her birthday and bought from a boutique in front of the school. About 30 yuan, there is a small cloth bag, shopping for free.
Calculated the cost of the whole body is 364 yuan, which is less than 400 yuan.
Just these 400 yuan of equipment made Su Xiaoqi feel nervous, because it is not easy for parents to make money.
But she just doesn't want to be looked at with strange eyes among her classmates. There is a girl in the dormitory opposite her who is from the village next door to her. She often wears inappropriate clothes that others don't want to go to school, and she is always laughed at.
Su Xiaoqi didn't laugh at her, but she was very worried that she would be laughed at, isolated, and discussed. That feeling was too bad.
This is her vanity and contradiction.
But in front of you, hundreds of thousands? ?
She really didn't know how to spend it.
When she walked into the bookstore, her footsteps faltered.
After finally walking to the bookshelf, I took out a book and came back to my senses when I saw the book in my hand.
Inexplicably holding a copy of "Bamboo Weaving Art Inheritance" in his hand.
I don't know why I took out this book, and I was about to put it back, but when I thought of the dustpan made of bamboo at home by my parents, it should be considered bamboo weaving, but it has nothing to do with art.
Parents never let her touch it with her hands, because bamboo is very hard and sharp, and her hands are easily scratched when weaving a dustpan.
At first, only my father weaved the dustpan. Later, when she was in high school, the financial pressure was great, and my mother also started to help weave.
My mother is very slow in weaving, and her work is average, but she can help.
Sometimes when she holds the hands of her parents, she feels rough and painful.
But it is also made of bamboo, and the dustpan made by her father can only be sold for 30 yuan a pair, which is still a high price according to her father, but she remembers that a girl at the table behind her once brought a small bag made of bamboo, saying that her mother put it She used the tea set to play with. At that time, she asked curiously how much this bamboo bag cost, but the other party said it would cost more than two thousand.
She was very excited when she heard it, and when she came home on the weekend, she excitedly asked her father if she could weave a bag out of bamboo?
Dad thought she wanted it, and spent two days making one for her seriously, but it didn¡¯t feel right, it was very big and thick, that¡¯s the kind, it¡¯s fine for work, but it¡¯s rough for tea sets and so on. The classmate's bag is completely different, not the same thing at all.
She didn't take it away either, so she left it at home, and sometimes she would carry it when she went to pick vegetables.
She looked at the price on the back of the book, and it turned out to be very expensive, priced at 227.
Just for this price, we also have to look at it, and we can't lose money.
Open the book, the first chapter introduces the history of bamboo weaving, and there are more than ten pages in it. Compared with English books, it is interesting.
And it actually mentioned their village, Gumula, because Gumula is located in the mountains and hills, with many virgin forests and bamboo forests. Those old bamboos are the favorite of bamboo weaving artists.
The second chapter directly introduces a famous bamboo weaving craftsman. The growth process of this craftsman, his works, and the techniques and craft characteristics of bamboo weaving. The writing is very simple, it looks like she can learn it.
And it is full of pictures and texts, which is very vivid. But Xiaoqi knew that she might not be able to do it after reading these things. Her father is a relatively good bamboo weaver in the village, and he can only make dustpans and bamboo sieve baskets. They are all agricultural things, big and rough.
She looks at it every day, and she doesn't even know how to do it.
Young people are unwilling to learn and cannot make money.
Old people with good craftsmanship are too old, and a middle-aged person like her father is only because of??I am lame and physically disabled, so I do this, but I don¡¯t have serious learning and inheritance.
However, Su Xiaoqi still read it carefully, even if she didn't understand, she could tell her father about it, and now her memory is really good, she can remember it after reading it.
The third chapter focuses on introducing various famous bamboo weaving works, which are lifelike. It has a wide range of uses, including tables, chairs, furniture, flower art, and tea art. Bamboo works naturally have a natural and simple feeling. One of the small cages actually went to a foreign auction and sold for 200,000 yuan.
Su Xiaoqi gestured, and the small cage was as wide as her palm.
The fourth chapter, the last chapter, introduces the inheritance of bamboo weaving skills. The book also ends with a sigh. Until now, too many bamboo weaving skills have been lost. There are very few bamboo weaving skills left.
She read the thick and eloquent book almost verbatim, and when she looked up again, it was actually dark outside the window, and the street lights were on.
At this point, I have to go back, otherwise my aunt will worry about me, because I haven't told my aunt that I have a mobile phone.
She stood up and put the book back on the shelf.
Feeling my legs go numb, I stomped my feet lightly.
"The host finished reading a book immersively, and it took two hours and 19 minutes to reward a bamboo weaving skill platinum card. This card has a supplementary card, which the host can use by himself, and at the same time designate one person to use it."
The machine sounded.
Su Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment, followed by a burst of ecstasy.
She needs this skill too much, no, it's Dad who needs this skill too much.
After she has this system, after proving that the system really exists, she has been thinking about how to improve the lives of her parents.
Hastily taking out a large sum of money, she has no reason to excuse, and her parents dare not spend it, and she is not at ease spending it.
?My parents are ordinary farmers, my father has a junior high school education, and my mother has not graduated from elementary school. It is not realistic to give them money to do business.
It can only be discovered from what is currently available.
Bamboo weaving skills are very suitable. When my father is in the village, he often helps people weave some useful things. Everyone praises him for his good craftsmanship. But in the end it's an opening, and it's achievable.
She thought, when the tutoring work is done tomorrow, she will go home.
Leaving the bookstore, she walked back to the hospital dormitory, one step, two steps, three or four steps.
The girl Xiaoqi was walking on the street, humming loudly, she needed a pair of skateboard shoes.
Neon wait
"one step, two steps, one step, two steps
It's the devil's steps, the devil's steps.
rubbing, rubbing,
I beat myself to the beat.
It's a beautiful moment in my life,
I'm going to do my favorite dance.
Under this beautiful moonlight,
On this beautiful street,
I told myself this is real and this is not a dream. "(Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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