Cross-country exchange

It was very hot in the room, and Xia Bing was often talked about by the Xia family's grandma recently, and the chanting was nothing more than saying that he was getting old and it was time to get married.Xia Bing was preoccupied with something, and couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, so he simply got up and walked out of the room.

"Little brother, what are you doing?"

Xia Yu was concentrating on making the wooden comb, and didn't pay attention to the footsteps behind him. Being interrupted so hastily, the kitchen knife in his hand drew a deep mark on the wood.

"Oh, trouble."

The wood was finally thinned by him, but when the scratch went up, it destroyed the beauty of the whole wooden comb.Xia Yu could only continue to grind.

"Brother, why don't you sleep a little longer."

On weekdays, the older brothers have to go to work in the fields, and they work all day long, which is very hard.Moreover, in this hot summer, they are exposed to the sun every day. As brothers who are going to be betrothed to others, the brothers have tanned their skin dark and dark in order to make a living, and there is no way to care about the peeling of their faces.On the contrary, his own skin was a little paler, and he lived a relatively leisurely life.Since his waist was injured, he hasn't been in the field until now.

Xia Yu felt sorry for his older brothers. As the youngest member of the Xia family, the pressure he endured was much smaller than that of his older brothers no matter what it came from.

Xia Bing casually picked up a stool from the gate, sat next to Xia Yu, and stared at the things in his hand, "You take our kitchen knife, chop the wood into pieces like this, and prepare to fiddle with it." What's new?"

"Brother, I want to make some combs."

In this family, Xia Bing can be regarded as Xia Yu's closest person, probably because the two of them once went fishing for shrimps in the river together for a few nights, and they shared a common secret.And sometimes Xia Bing always defends him subconsciously. Xia Yu can feel the meticulous care from his elder brother to his younger brother, so he is willing to tell him if there is anything.

The Xia family has a comb, but six or seven people have to comb their hair early in the morning. Most of the time, in order to save time, they brush their hair with their hands and go to the field with their farm tools.In the countryside, how could they take care of so much? It would be great if the whole family could not go hungry.

What's more, the comb in the Xia family is still very rough, with several broken teeth, so far no one has said that it is not easy to use and needs to be replaced.

Xia Yu has never paid attention to this area, and he followed his father to the county town to realize that some useful things at home can be traded.

"Hey, my little brother is amazing, when did he learn how to make a comb?"

"Brother, let me give it a try first, and if I do well, I'll give you one." Xia Yu didn't turn his head, and focused all his attention on the wooden comb, just grinding it vigorously, going back and forth several times in one place, until smooth.

When Xia Bing heard Xia Yu's thoughtful words, he grinned, and laughed foolishly by himself. His little brother really grew up and learned to love others.I don't know which brother is so lucky in the future.Xia Bing stared at Xia Yu from the side, but sighed for his own fate in his heart. If he really got married in the future, he didn't know what kind of person the other party would be.

Xia Yu didn't know when Xia Bing left. He seemed to be possessed by a demon. The sun slowly drifted westward from the sky, and when the sun set, the sky was full of red clouds. The scenery was so beautiful that It is difficult for people to take their eyes off.

Xia Yu spent an afternoon polishing the first wooden comb in his life. The shape is not bad, but the material is still quite rough. He wants to make the comb in his hand into a modern smooth and bright style. It looks good, Xia Yu thinks it's unrealistic.The tools at home are limited, but he is already satisfied with being able to build it smoothly.So in one go, Xia Yu started to make the second comb.

"Xia boy, how many times have I called you, but you can't hear me." After calling three times, Xia's grandma ran out of the house to pick her ears.

"Ouch, Grandma, take it easy."

Only then did Xia Yu realize that it was getting late, and if it wasn't for the light at home, he would have almost lost sight.But for such a big person, grandma still pulled his ears, Xia Yu said, it was really embarrassing.

"How many times have I called you to have dinner, have you heard it?" Xia's grandma recently inquired about Xia Bing's affairs, and she couldn't sleep well at night, her mouth was blistering with anxiety. Very angry.No, recently my kid has always disobeyed him, so his anger has been rising steadily.

"Grandma, let go, I didn't hear it just now." Xia Yu would ignore the surrounding situation as soon as he was doing something, he would not care about anyone or anything, and his reaction would be half a beat slower than others.

At the dinner table, after careful observation, Xia Yu found that the emotions of grandma and elder brother were not quite right recently. Thinking of grandma's inexplicable anger in the past two days, he was shot while lying down.

After quickly eating the cornbread in the bowl, Xia Yu buried it on his wooden comb again, but the place moved from outside the room to his own bed.The second comb is easier to make than the first one. Basically, I follow the gourd and draw a scoop, and I have figured out the rules, and it takes less time than the previous one.

When the second comb was finished, the room was quiet, and my parents and brothers were already fast asleep.

Xia Yu got out of bed softly.

"Hiss—" When he pressed his palm on the bed, Xia Yu found that there were two big blisters on the hand holding the kitchen knife unconsciously.But in order to let everyone live a good life, these are nothing at all.

He clenched his fists tightly, washed up a bit, and then lay back on the bed.

Thinking of those fancy combs in the county, Xia Yu thought about it, and got up from the bed again.Once again, he used the knife to carve the surface of the comb with concentration, and the time passed unknowingly as he carved each knife.

"Hey, is this something my little brother has been thinking about yesterday?" Xia Bing got up early in the morning, and it was his turn to make breakfast for everyone today.However, he found two combs on the table, one of which was quite special, and he immediately liked it. There was also a flower carved on the handle of the comb, um, it should be a flower.

Xia Bing grew up so big, and had never seen such a beautiful comb before, so she couldn't help but look at it again and again in her hand, and she couldn't put it down.

The Xia family's breakfast table was relatively lively today, and everyone in the family was staring at the two wooden combs placed in the center of the table.Xia Yu sculpted very late last night. Although he didn't sleep for a few hours, he was a little excited, especially after he carved a small flower on the second comb, he had a feeling of regaining his identity as a sculptor. Feel.Technically speaking, the engraving level has not passed, even less than one-tenth of his original level, and he is not very satisfied, but the most important thing in engraving is the selection of materials and engraving tools.Neither of these fits.