Started as a mute girl? I prospered in the lean years

Jiang Erlang looked gentle, but in fact he didn't have a good temper. He glanced at Zheng Yuan coldly and took a step forward. Before he made any move, Zheng Yuan, who was still looking at the person with his nostrils, immediately took a step back in fright.

Jiang Huaixu played with the dagger in his hand and sneered.

This laughter angered Zheng Yuan. His face was instantly filled with blood. He hurriedly looked at his friends around him. Seeing that we were outnumbered, he felt relieved and became nervous again.

"Why are you laughing? What? You want to bully the small?!"

"You don't need my second brother, how about I come and compare with you?" Jiang Huaixu said.

The dagger in her hand was thrown into the air the moment the sound fell. She jumped up and kicked the dagger straight in the direction of Zheng Yuan.

This action was so sudden that Zheng Yuan's whole body stiffened in an instant, and he stood there as if his soul had been knocked out. He watched helplessly as the dagger passed through the corner of his eye and cut off a strand of hair on his temple.

When he came to his senses, his face seemed to hurt and something was dripping down. He stretched out his hand and touched his face blankly. The scarlet color on his hand made him burst into tears instantly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh it's killing people!!!"

This shout made everyone look in their direction. When Village Chief Zheng heard the voice of his eldest grandson, he was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick. He had been beaten black and blue before, but he went to slap his grandson on the forehead. Was he kicked by a donkey? !

But there was nothing he could do, because this was his eldest grandson who was in pain as if his life depended on him. Otherwise, his grandson was looking down on him again.

Village Chief Zheng lifted up his robe resignedly, and ran in the direction of his eldest grandson, not quite neatly, but before he reached the ground, the crying suddenly stopped.

He stopped and stood on tiptoe to look over. He was blocked by a group of boys and couldn't see anything.

"Grandson, what's wrong with you!" he shouted.

"Huh? Ah - Master, we will handle our matters ourselves, don't worry about it!"

Listening to this sound, why are you so frustrated?

Yes, Zheng Yuan was feeling aggrieved. He said this purely because of Jiang Huaixu's words - Do you want to cry for father and mother again?

He raised his sleeve and wiped his face. Half of his face was covered in blood, and he roared angrily: "Who is crying for father and mother?!"

"You." Jiang Huaixu pulled out the dagger that was deeply embedded in the bamboo. "I made progress this time. I cried and didn't call my parents."

Zheng Yuan felt so embarrassed that he still said, "Jiang Huaixu! Don't touch your nose and face!"

"Don't say that I'm going to hit you on the nose, I'm going to hit you on the forehead. Do you dare to say anything?" Jiang Huaixu smiled softly, raised his hand and used a dagger to knock off Zheng Yuan's finger pointed at her, "Wait until one day you can beat me and do this again." horizontal."

The slapped finger returned to its original position stubbornly, and it took Zheng Yuan a while to retract it angrily. It wasn't that he was a coward, but with that blow just now, he really couldn't hit this little girl who only reached his chin.

He wiped his face and strode away.

As soon as Zheng Yuan left, his followers dispersed.

Jiang Erlang looked at Zheng Yuan's leaving figure, his eyes darkening slightly.

Jiang Huaixu didn't take this episode to heart. Zheng Yuan was like a modern little boy in elementary school who had a weak hand and a mean mouth. His displeasure showed on his face. This kind of person would not sneak around and stabbing people behind his back. A little annoying.

Putting the dagger away, she looked at the villagers not far away. Before it was time to eat, some villagers were cutting bamboo and seemed to want to weave some bamboo baskets. The women were sitting together doing needlework and knitting straw sandals. Straw sandals.

Although cloth shoes are wear-resistant, the villagers are reluctant to take them out. They knitted a lot of straw sandals along the way, and they don't feel bad if they get worn out.

Jiang Huaixu also tried to compile it, but once he learned it, he never picked it up again. She looked up at the towering bamboos, which were of great use.

"Second brother, how about we make some bamboo bows during the break?"

Jiang Erlang's eyes lit up, "Long-range weapons used for self-defense are indeed much better than the kitchen knives and sickles in the hands of villagers."

"Let's make the first bow first, and then teach the villagers how to make it themselves."

"Okay, I'll go find an axe."

The two of them discussed it and started working on it.

Jiang Huaixu also called Jiang Sanlang over. Jiang Wei, Jiang Fu and three others also gathered around to join in the fun.

Yun Qi watched from a distance and also gathered around.

Except for Jiang Huaixu, who unceremoniously asked him to do this and that, no one else in the family dared to instruct him. At first he thought it was because he was injured, but then one day he heard the girl named Jiang Wei say that he had At night he kept a straight face, as if someone owed him eight hundred coins, even more fierce than Jiang Erlang.

The journey is still long, and he has to integrate into the team.

Jiang Huaixu saw that people were crowding around him, and it was a bit crowded.

She first arranged for Jiang Wei to light a fire, and then asked Jiang Sanlang to chop bamboo. She took out a plain cloth towel from the cloth bag and spread it on the stone, and then took out a charcoal pen in a thin bamboo tube. When everything is ready, start writing and drawing on the cloth.

Yun Qi looked at the cloth bag that was casually placed aside. Jiang Huaixu was very precious to the cloth bag. He could take out all the bits and pieces from it, like a treasure chest.

Thinking like this, he focused his attention on what Jiang Huaixu had drawn on the cloth.

The cloth towel is difficult to color, but after many drawings, it has begun to take shape. It is the shape of a bow. Yun's eyebrows are slightly raised, and his expression is more serious.

"You want to make a recurve bow out of bamboo?"

Jiang Huaixu didn't even look up and concentrated on drawing, "Yes, do you have any experience?"

She has a lot of theoretical knowledge about cold weapons, but zero real hands-on experience. But this stuff isn't difficult.

"You can give it a try."

Soon Jiang Sanlang came over dragging two slender bamboos.

"Mei Yao, the bamboo has been chopped."

After putting down the last stroke, Jiang Huaixu nodded, "Thank you, third brother, the painting on the canvas is not very detailed. Let me explain it."

She pointed to the two ends of the bow on the cloth towel, "The two ends need to be slotted to facilitate the fixation of the bow string. You can cut a small piece of bamboo from the bow handle and fix it to the middle of the bow with a hemp rope..."

After the explanation, Jiang Sanlang felt that it was very simple. He took out his dagger and rubbed his hands together, eager to try it, but he did not expect that someone would beat him to it.

Split the bamboo and cut it to an appropriate length. Jiang Erlang used the dagger handed over by Jiang Huaixu to clean the bamboo knots on the surface. Yun Qi took Jiang Sanlang's dagger to make a handle that was thin at both ends and thick in the middle.

The main work was occupied by the two of them, so Jiang Huaixu had to pull the hemp rope and watch Jiang Sanlang twist three strands of thin hemp rope into one thick hemp rope.