On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space

Jin Jin didn't know if he recognized her or not, he turned his head while walking, accidentally stepped on a pit, and fell into the mud like a dog.

Yunmo: "..."

It's fine if you don't see it, but you should be concerned if you see it, after all, the other party is her cousin in name.

Yunmo stepped forward and pulled Jin Jin who was lying on the ground up.

"Are you OK?"

Jin Jin stared at her blankly, without saying a word.

The streets in the town are not as clean as the urban area, the ground is covered with dust, the gold fell, covered the body with dust, even scratched a lot on the face.

Yunmo was considering whether to send the other party home, but Jin Jin called "Mom" behind her.

Yun Mo turned her head and saw Song Tingfeng at a glance.

When seeing Yunmo, Song Tingfeng was stunned for a moment, and then walked forward with a smile all over her face, "Look at my eyes, I almost didn't recognize it. Yunmo, when did you come back, why didn't you come to sit at home?" what?"

"Third aunt, I just came back yesterday."

Yun Mo said hello, and then introduced Song Tingfeng to Ling Chuan.

Song Tingfeng looked Ling Chuan up and down, and smiled very brightly, "Our Yunmo's vision is better, we picked such a good partner, tall, handsome and handsome, I can't help but look at him like."

Yunmo smiled, turned her head and pointed at Jin Jin, "Third Aunt, Huang Jin just fell down, you can take him home and change into clean clothes."

Seeing his son covered in ashes, the smile on Song Tingfeng's face disappeared instantly, and he stepped forward and slapped his son's buttocks twice.

"You debt collector, you just changed into clean clothes in the morning, and it took me half a day to make this up for me. You don't need money for washing powder!"

Jin Jin pursed his mouth, wanting to cry or not.

Song Tingfeng scolded her son a few words, then turned her head and smiled at Yunmo, "Yunmo, come to my house with Xiao Ling, we haven't seen each other for so long, let's have a good chat."

"Third Aunt, we have no preparations today. I'm embarrassed to come to the door empty-handed. Let's go to you and Third Uncle in a few days."

Hearing this, Song Tingfeng suddenly burst into laughter, "That's fine, it's settled like that, I'll wait for you to come."

"Um."

After Song Tingfeng's mother and son left, Ling Chuan asked in a low voice: "Daughter-in-law, you seem to dislike your second and third aunts?"

Yun Mo briefly talked about the fact that Yang Xinghua's leg was seriously injured and her life was at stake, and the two families refused to pay for Yang Xinghua's treatment.

"My two aunts are not the same as your former sister-in-law Li Li. They are selfish and just want to take advantage. I am impatient to deal with them."

When mentioning Li Li, Ling Chuan couldn't help thinking of his eldest brother Ling Jiang, "Daughter-in-law, I want to call back and report to my eldest brother."

Being reminded like this, Yunmo also remembered that she hadn't reported Xie Xia and Zeng Fang's safety yet.

After the phone call, the two continued to stroll around the town, bought some cigarettes, alcohol and candy, and prepared to bring them to Peng Fang and Song Tingfeng to pay New Year's greetings.

As a junior, she should have the courtesy, but it's just for superficiality, so she won't take advantage of the good cigarettes and wine brought back from Congjiang City for nothing.

After shopping, it was getting late, so the two went straight back to the blacksmith shop.

The owner of the iron shop was sharpening the edge of the knife, sparks were flying everywhere, Yun Mo was afraid of being scalded, so she stood far away and dared not approach.

"It's almost ready, you have a seat."

Seeing the two people coming in, the boss greeted them, and then continued to work wholeheartedly.

Ling Chuan moved a bench, sat side by side with Yun Mo and waited.

Time passed minute by minute, and the boss finally finished the work at hand when Yunmo could hear the screeching sound of sharpening the knife pleasingly.

Yunmo hurried forward, "Boss, are you ready?"

"It's almost done, I'll put the blade on first, you guys try."

How to try without bamboo wire?

Yun Mo turned her head to look at Ling Chuan, her tone was full of annoyance, "I should have brought some bamboo shreds earlier."

Hearing Yunmo's words, the boss said casually: "It's not easy to get bamboo shreds. After I install the blades, I'll go outside and find some for you."

Lu'an Town has nothing else but moso bamboo, and almost every household knows how to weave bamboo, so it's not difficult to find some shredded bamboo.

After installing the blades on the tool table, the boss turned around and went out to help them find bamboo shreds.

Yunmo bent over, looking at the tool table jointly designed by her and Ling Chuan with a curious expression.

The appearance of the tool table is similar to a guillotine, not the big guillotine that Baogong used to behead criminals, but a paper cutter.

The blade of a normal guillotine is flat and sharp, but in the tool table designed by Yunmo and Ling Chuan, the guillotine part is not sharpened, so it can cut things continuously, and the guillotine and the groove of the knife are flat and do not overlap.

There are five round holes of different sizes on the knife groove, and the edges of these round holes are polished into beveled edges.

Put the bamboo filaments in these round hole slots, close the guillotine, and pull it hard, and the bamboo filaments will be scraped by the inclined edges of the round hole slots to be as slender and smooth as iron wire.

Of course, this is just Yunmo and Ling Chuan's idea, whether it can achieve the effect, you have to try it to know.

Not long after, the owner of the iron shop came back with a handful of bamboo shreds of different thicknesses in his hand.

"People don't have such a detailed one. I asked them to chop it up. It should be similar."

Although she knew that the boss was so active in order to make their business possible, Yunmo still thanked the other party sincerely.

Next, is an important moment when theory is transformed into practice.

Ling Chuan chose a piece of bamboo thread, stuck it into a round hole with a matching diameter, put down the guillotine, and grabbed one end of the bamboo thread and pulled it hard.

With the sound of "hissing", several thin bamboo waddings were pulled out from the place of the guillotine and the knife groove.

Look at the bamboo thread in Ling Chuan's hand, the part scraped by the round hole is thin and round, and the surface is still very shiny.

Yun Mo and Ling Chuan looked at each other, and they both saw excitement and joy in each other's eyes.

It worked.

Next, Ling Chuan tried several other bamboo wires with different diameters and sizes, except for the smallest round hole which failed, the others went very smoothly.

The bamboo strands scraped out by this tool table are well-proportioned in size, smooth in surface, and require little effort.

Even the boss of the blacksmith sighed that with this tool table, scraping bamboo silk can save a lot of trouble in the future.

Afterwards, the blacksmith boss studied the smallest round hole groove, and after repeated tests many times, he finally found that the blade was too sharp.

When the bamboo thread becomes thinner to a certain extent, it will become as fragile as a hair, and it will not be easily cut off if it is placed on a very sharp blade.

Once the problem is found, it is much easier to improve.

The boss blacksmith blunted the smallest round hole with a sharpening cone, and then tried again.

This time the bamboo thread was not broken, but because the hole was relatively blunt, the scraped bamboo thread was not smooth, but had a lot of burrs.

After many adjustments and repeated attempts, it took nearly an hour to finally find the suitable blade thickness and inclination angle for the small round hole groove.

Second watch~

Good night