Jiang Muxia looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, there were green bamboo branches swaying in the wind above the roof.

Unexpectedly, there is a whole new world in this shabby yard.

"Hu Zi, can I go to the backyard and take a look?" She felt something in her mind, it was God's will.

"Whatever." He sat there motionless, expressionless, looking into the distance.

Jiang Muxia burst out laughing. This boy is really childish.

Xiaonan ran up to her, took her hand, tilted his head back, flashed his dark eyes, and said with a smile, "Sister, I'll take you there."

"it is good."

The two, one big and one small, walked through the alley between the main hall and headed towards the backyard.

The backyard was really big, with a large area of ​​green bamboo forest covering an acre of land swaying in the wind, making a rustling sound. A gust of cold wind blew by, and Jiang Muxia tightened his collar.

She looked around the forest and found that the bamboos here were thick and tall, growing better than the bamboos in Bali Village.

She walked forward, touched and patted the bamboo pole gently. It was solid and a good material for making lanterns.

"Yeah, that's good." She took Xiaonan's hand and said, "Is there a machete here? Or a kitchen knife will do."

She was going to cut a bamboo and make a lantern on the spot, letting him see her craft and her determination to help him, and then letting him make his own judgment.

If he is still unwilling to do something that can both earn money and provide food and clothing for his younger brothers and sisters, then just think that she has misjudged him.

A person who has no sense of responsibility and no sense of accountability does not deserve her help.

Xiaonan tilted his head and thought about it, then ran away.

While she was picking bamboos, Xiaonan ran up to her with a thin, rusty kitchen knife in his hand, followed by the boy of about twelve or thirteen.

The boy covered his chest and coughed lightly. After taking a breath, he looked up at her suspiciously, wondering what she was going to do.

"Come and help me." Jiang Muxia pointed to a somewhat dry bamboo in front of her, "Help me to hold it up."

She looked around and found an old water tank in a corner. She walked straight up to it and saw that there was still some turbid sewage in it.

She didn't care that the water was dirty. She dipped the kitchen knife in it and started sharpening it quickly on the edge of the tank.

He ground the knife until the rust fell off, revealing a shiny blade. He ran his fingers along the knife to test it, and only when he felt it had a sharp edge did he turn back to the bamboo.

The boy asked her puzzledly, "Why did you cut it?"

Seeing that he had already made the move to help him stand, Jiang Muxia smiled and said, "You'll know in a moment."

She gathered her energy into her dantian, channeled it into her arms, and chopped down hard at the bamboo root.

With just one move, the bamboo fell down, and the boy shouted, "Awesome!"

As she trimmed the thick leaves of the bamboo branches, she asked the boy, "What's your name? How many children are there here?"

The boy smiled shyly, "They all call me Daqi. There are eight children in total including me."

She asked curiously, "What do they mean by calling you Daqi? Don't you know your own name?"

He looked embarrassed and didn't know how to answer this question.

Xiaonan answered for him, "Sister, Brother Daqi was beaten to death in order to save us. After he woke up, he forgot everything that happened before."

She glanced at Xiaoqi and thought to herself, no wonder he was the boss here, but Huzi was the one who called the shots.

After quickly trimming the bamboo, she stood up and pulled the bamboo towards the front yard.

"Let's go, watch me next."

Back in the front yard, she found a flat area without saying a word and started working.

Several younger children gathered around her, watching her without blinking as she took the knife and cut the bamboo head in the middle. She pulled the knife down hard and the bamboo split in two.

She seemed to be talking to herself, and each time she did a process, she would name it, "This is called broken bamboo strips."

Separating the split bamboo into bamboo strands is called layering.

Scrape the bamboo strands one by one until they are smooth and even, "this is called scraping green."

Her movements were smooth and flowing, and within a quarter of an hour, a piece of bamboo in her hands was completely transformed into smooth bamboo threads.

Fuzi asked curiously, "Sister Jiang, are these bamboo strips used to make lanterns?"

She nodded and called to the children, "Children, help your sister get a pair of scissors."

As soon as she finished speaking, a child ran into the house and took out a pair of rusty and broken scissors that were broken into two pieces and handed them to her.

She sighed, took the scissors, went to the backyard again, and sharpened them on the old water tank before returning.

She cut the bamboo strips into the required lengths. "Children, help your sister get them to the table, okay?"

"Okay." The five children rushed to pick up a handful of bamboo silk, put it neatly on the table, wiped the stool clean, and shouted, "Sister, come and sit."

She looked relieved. These children were kind and innocent. What kind of family would be so cruel as to abandon them?

She sat at the table and said with a smile, "Now let's start making lanterns."

She picked up the bamboo thread, and several little heads stared at her hands with big eyes, and saw her hands flying up and down.

In the blink of an eye, the strips of bamboo became the skeleton of the lantern in her hands.

"Once the skeleton is ready, paste some red paper on it and it will become a lantern that can be exchanged for money." She smiled and put the skeleton in the middle of the table, pointing to the base of the skeleton and telling them to put candles here, light them at night, and hang them under the porch. It will look very beautiful when the wind blows.

"Sister, wait a minute, we have red paper and candle ends." Xiaonan ran into the house quickly, and soon came out with something. He carefully put it on the table, with expectation in his eyes, "Sister, are these okay?"

There were more than a dozen palm-sized pieces of red paper on the table with words on them, and the candles were just burnt candle wax.

I don’t know where they picked it up from, but they usually keep it as a treasure.

She couldn't bear to disappoint them. "Okay, but we have to melt the broken candle oil into a whole candle."

She accompanied the children to find a discarded small bowl, melted the broken candle oil into water, poured it into a bamboo tube, inserted a wick, and let the candle oil cool.

She pasted the red paper onto the frame in the order of the words. Although the joints were a bit obvious, it still looked acceptable from a distance.

The words on the red paper together mean peace and joy, what a good meaning.

She picked up the lantern, examined it carefully, shook her head, and said bluntly, "Oh no, it seems like something is missing?"

She looked around and her sight fell on the pink tassels on the lapel of her cloak. She pulled them off with force.

She tied the tassels to the bottom of the lantern and looked at it again in the sunlight. It was indeed more lively than before.

She hung the lantern on the small tree next to the table and said with a smile, "Peace and happiness. Sister wishes you peace and happiness every day in the future, and that you will grow up healthy and happy."

The children jumped happily around the lanterns.

She then turned around and walked up to Hu Zi.

"Have you figured it out? If you want to do it, I can help you." She glanced at Hu Zi and Da Qi, "They are all grown up now. It's not a good idea for them to beg for food every day."

The two looked at each other, lowered their heads and said nothing.

Things cannot be rushed, and a forced melon is not sweet. She wants to help, but if they are unwilling to do it, she will naturally not force them.

"Fuzi, let's go." She turned and was about to leave, leaving behind a sentence, "When you figure it out, come find me at the restaurant. I'll only wait for you for two days, and I won't wait after that."

Sometimes people just have to push themselves, otherwise, the status quo won't change.

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