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- "Our chrysanthemum pillow needs to be unique, so that it can attract people's attention. You see so many chrysanthemum pillows on the Internet, they all basically have the same shape. We have to come up with something else. Last time The cushions you woven with fine hair grass on the river beach are very beautiful. They are very soft to sit on. Can you weave them into pillowcases?" Zhang Qian became more and more excited as she talked. At this moment, she was like a spring, and she immediately thought of the supporting facilities.
When Liu Junhao knitted cushions last time, she was thinking about how to use this thing. Now when she thought about chrysanthemum pillows, she had an idea. Wouldn't this thing be just right as a pillowcase?
"You can try this." Liu Junhao's enthusiasm was also aroused, and his ideas gradually became broader. The fine hair grass is very flexible and will be absolutely durable if woven into a pillowcase.
"Then let's collect some milfoil from the river for experiments." Zhang Qian wished she could make a few chrysanthemum pillows and sell them online.
Liu Junhao originally wanted to wait until tomorrow, but seeing how excited Zhang Qian was, he had to let her go.
There are indeed many fine grasses on the river beach, especially on the shady side, where the clusters grow particularly densely. When they arrived at the location, Liu Junhao put the big basket away, and then he and Zhang Qian started cutting with a sickle.
This thing didn¡¯t start to grow new shoots until the end of April. The newly sprouted slender grass is only three or four centimeters long. When they harvest, as long as they lift the sickle a few points, all they cut is last year¡¯s dead grass.
The grass is so tough that livestock can¡¯t digest it after eating it for a long time. People generally don¡¯t touch it when mowing the grass. Unless someone wants to make straw ropes, they will come and cut some. Therefore, the patches of fine grass on the river beach can be said to be quite intact.
Zhang Qian felt it was quite novel when she got the sickle at first, but cutting grass was not what she imagined. She was always frightened, fearing that she would cut on the crook of her leg if she used too much force.
Her movements are like an old lady grinding her teeth at this moment. She is holding a few grasses in her left hand and swinging the sickle in her right hand. A handful of grass can last for two or three minutes.
Liu Junhao saw that she couldn't help her much, and it wouldn't be worth it if he waited to cut it, so he let her sit by the haystack to rest while he waved the sickle at full speed.
"Be careful, don't be so fast, be careful with your hands," Zhang Qian squatted next to her and kept telling her. Her hands were dancing back and forth like shuttles, and her eyes were almost dazzled.
"It's okay, I have a sense of propriety," Liu Junhao said disapprovingly. Although his left hand is constantly stretching and contracting next to the sickle, it is not that easy to cut his fingers.
This is the principle that practice makes perfect. In rural areas, some old people can even close their eyes and not look at the sickle when cutting grass. Although he couldn't reach this level, he had been training for several years.
It only took half an hour for Liu Junhao to cut a large bamboo basket full of fine-leaf grass. Of course, when Zhang Qian wasn't paying attention, he secretly dug out a few large pieces of grass roots with a sickle and threw them into the stone lock, preparing to put them inside for cultivation.
When the two returned home, they began to think about knitting pillowcases again. In fact, in his opinion, there is no difference between weaving cushions and weaving pillowcases, but they just need to be sealed in the end.
This fine hair grass is too fine, so only a few strands can be braided together, which is a bit troublesome to twist. However, Liu Junhao's hands were very flexible, so he didn't find it troublesome.
In order to take care of Zhang Qian, he deliberately slowed down and taught her step by step. After all, girls are dexterous, and Zhang Qian followed and learned the basics. It's just that the pillowcase she knitted was a shoddy project. It was very rough. When she pulled it with her hands, the joints completely fell apart.
? Seeing that the pillowcase was a bit monotonous, Liu Junhao used fine hair grass to inlay a Chinese knot shape on the pillowcase, with a big Chinese character "Fu" inside.
"It's so beautiful. If you put this pillowcase online, someone will definitely buy it No, this is for me to use." Zhang Qian originally wanted to post it online to show off, but then she was a little reluctant to part with it.
"I'll teach you, it's very simple"
In the past, children in rural areas had no toys to play with, but their creativity was quite high. With just a few pieces of waste paper, they could fold out frogs, boats, airplanes, pistols, pigeons and other vivid things.
As for the things weaved out of wheat straw and cattail grass, there are countless things like straw hats, sunflowers, goldfish, flower baskets, etc.
As the hands weave, those childhood memories slowly emerge. Liu Junhao is getting better and better at editing, and his tricks are constantly being updated.
He knitted four pillowcases in succession, and none of the patterns on them were the same.
Now Zhang Qian has gained experience. She has never seen a man with such skillful hands. Finally, she pulled Liu Junhao and said that she also wanted to learn.
After taking the photo, Zhang QianShe couldn't wait to send the photo to the 18th floor forum for research. She wanted to see how much such a beautiful pillowcase would be sold for.
I originally thought that there would be only a few responders, but I didn¡¯t expect that just over half an hour after it was uploaded, more than a hundred people participated in the vote, and 70% of the people chose the price option between 20 and 20. Thirty yuan. In the comments below, some people kept asking where they bought this pillowcase?
Now Zhang Qian was completely relieved and had completely forgotten about pretending to be a chrysanthemum. She directly put the remaining three pillowcases for sale in her online store, and then passed an address to the 18th floor.
?This has just been refreshed a few times, and all three pillowcases have been sold.
Those who didn¡¯t buy it began to complain on the forum that they started late. People kept asking if they still had pillowcases. The price was not an issue.
"Weeds turn into treasures, weeds turn into treasures."
Both of them were very excited at the moment, even more excited than the last time they sold the snail shell. The last transaction was a bit accidental, but this time it was different. It really showed a path to success.
?????????????????????????????????????????? If the fine hair grass on the river beach is fully utilized, how much wealth will it be? Thinking of this, Liu Junhao's originally lazy heart began to beat hotly. Now he could not wait to run to the village to find Liu Guangju and ask him to mobilize the masses to join the straw army.
But slowly his hot heart calmed down again. Things may not be as simple as you think. First of all, there seems to be a lot of fine grass on the river beach, but it is not endless. If the villagers knew that this waste grass could make money, they might swarm after them, and even the roots of the grass would be dug up.
He has not done much farm work with his hands, so he is as dexterous as ever. For many rural people, it is already a bit difficult for them to weave pillowcases. If they want to weave some patterns on them, it is like asking Zhang Fei to embroider.
The most important thing is, can this thing really sell as well as it did just now? If not, what should I do if I rashly let the villagers weave it and end up not being able to sell it?
After thinking about it, he felt that it would be better to do it gradually and gradually. If the villagers know that straw weaving can be sold for money, they will follow suit even if they don't have to start it themselves, just like they did when they raised eels.
After sending Zhang Qian away, Liu Junhao paid attention to the fine hair growing in the stone lock. He took out the grass roots and planted them on the land in the front yard, under the tree roots, and in the vegetable patch in the backyard. Of course, there are also many species planted in stone locks.
This is naturally done to compare with each other. From the growth environment of the hairgrass on the river beach, we can see that it is a plant that likes shade and moisture. What Liu Junhao has to do is to further understand the habits of this plant and see if he can improve it in the stone lock to make the grass stronger.
After Zhang Qian returned, she immediately changed her pillowcase and thoroughly experienced the smell of hairgrass. The untreated pillowcase still smelled like grass, and she slept dreamlessly until dawn.
The next day Liu Junhao had breakfast and ran to the street to collect the three pillowcases.
After he came back, he naturally sat in the yard and continued knitting pillowcases, but as soon as he knitted two, he completely lost his patience. Last night I just did it based on my interest. Today I picked up the grass again and felt my fingers were sore. It was obviously due to excessive exertion.
"Tsk, tsk, what did you make up?" Professor Zhao came over and saw the pillowcase, and couldn't help but take one and look at it carefully.
"Pillowcase, let's see how it goes," Liu Junhao moved his sore fingers a few times and said with a smile.
"It's really good. I didn't expect you to have such skills. I thought you would do nothing else except eat."
"Is this praising me or hurting me?" Liu Junhao started adding patterns on it, dumbfounded.
"I have knitted this thing before when I went to the mountains and countryside, but we used wheat straw to soak it in the knitting. At that time, we mainly knitted straw hats and baskets. This one of yours looks very good. Let's wait and see if anyone posts it online. Do you want to buy it? Many people like handmade products now." Professor Zhao suggested after looking at it.
"Your suggestion is too late. I already sold three of them yesterday." Liu Junhao recounted what happened yesterday with some pride.
"You're really a kid. If you make a chrysanthemum pillow, you can sell it for at least fifty yuan."
While the two were talking, the sound of "chirp" came from the pile of miscellaneous trees, followed by a water duck also "quacking".
Turning around, I saw a few little black ducks flapping their young wings on the wood. They didn't dare to jump down from the top even after several attempts.
"Which litter is this?" Professor Zhao looked at the dozen or so cubssaid the duck.
"This is the first nest, but there are two more hatching. I will send some to you in a few days." He responded and went into the house to get a piece of steamed bun to feed these little guys.
A few days ago, Liu Junhao specially sent the newly hatched chicks to Professor Zhao's courtyard so that he could raise them for fun.
In the first few days, the old hen took the chicks to her home at night. However, after Professor Zhao used the chicken cat to clasp it a few times, it became more honest and took the chicks into the chicken cat to spend the night.
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