Usually there are always people coming to the carpentry shop to build a carriage frame, an ox carriage frame, a pallet frame, and Ji Xiang does all the rough work outside, while the master of the tricky work hides himself in the inner room and does it himself.

I can't help but Ji Xiang is smart. Although I haven't actually made a trolley by myself, I can still remember the steps in my heart.

Grandma Xiang saw Jixiang dragging a piece of wood back and knew what he wanted to do. She quickly tidied up the yard and tried to clear as much open space as possible.

Jixiang took out the tools and arranged them one by one. In his mind, he imagined how the master turned the wood into boards, turned the boards into sticks, and then spliced ​​them together one by one.

Jixiang took action, adjusted the angle of the saw blade, and began to saw the wood according to the measured size. Then he picked up the planer and started planing the wood.

Until the surface of the board is smooth and level, then plan another piece and let the planed board air dry naturally, that is, wait for the wood to gradually dry.

He then took out a knife, chisel, gouge, cone, flat axe, and hammer, and carved the Xiang family's mark on a conspicuous place on the board. After some thought, he named it after Fubao, and carved a pattern of a treasure gourd.

After all the boards are ready, the mortise and tenon joints are used on two wooden components, a concave and convex connection method, after the wooden boards are air-dried.

The protruding part is called the tenon, and the recessed part is called the mortise. The mortise and the mortise interlock and play a connecting role. This was the main structural method of ancient furniture. There were no nails and glue at that time, but this connection method was a tight fit.

Ji Xiang proudly looked at his masterpiece. Although the master did not teach him, there is a word called stealing, and it seemed to have good results. He raised his head and looked at the sky, and his hands and feet couldn't help but speed up.

After gathering all the parts and materials from memory, I started to piece them together. In a blink of an eye, a rectangular pallet truck appeared, but two wheels were missing.

Thinking that little Fubao might also ride on this cart, Jixiang took out the grinding block and began to polish it carefully, especially in the winding parts, so that there should be no wooden thorns.

"Mom, I'm going to the mountains to find some wood for making pulleys. Can you bring back some hemp?"

Jixiang packed up his tools and was about to go up the mountain again. He wanted to find a harder wood to make the wheels. As for the hemp straw, it was wrapped around the wheels to achieve shock absorption.

Grandma Xiang promised repeatedly that hemp grass is a wheel grass, the seeds are edible, and the stem bark can be used to make hemp bags, hemp clothes, hemp ropes, and hemp shoes. The villagers will always bring some hemp grass back to make straw sandals, make sacks, and twist hemp ropes...

The whole family began to get busy. Grandma Xiang took her sister-in-law and a group of children to find hemp grass. Sister-in-law Fugui held Fubao in her arms and breastfed her. After Fubao drank enough milk, he lay on the kang and fell asleep.

While Fu Bao was asleep, Fu Gui's sister-in-law picked up a piece of fine cotton, which was a good thing that Grandma Xiang had pressed at the bottom of the box. Now she gave it to Fu Bao and asked Fu Gui's sister-in-law to make clothes for her.

The weather in July is already very hot. Fubao can't stay wrapped in swaddling clothes. He can make two sets of small clothes and pants that are comfortable to wear.

There was a call from outside, Fu Gui's wife frowned, patted Fu Bao who was a little startled, and hurriedly ran out when she saw Fu Bao fell asleep again.

When he saw Goudan Niang next door barking again, he quickly "shushed" and asked dissatisfiedly: "Goudan Niang, what are you yelling about? My daughter is still sleeping."

Goudanniang curled her lips, it was just a picture of a girl, it made the rich wife nervous, but her eyes were looking at the carriage stand in the yard, with a look of longing on her face.

"Rich daughter-in-law, this cart was made by your family Jixiang. Can you ask Jixiang to make one for my family? The autumn harvest is coming soon, so it would be more convenient to have a cart to pull it."

Sister-in-law Fugui nodded and said, "Okay, I'll tell Jixiang when he comes back. But I don't know how much the handwork will cost. I'll ask when Jixiang comes back."

"What... what's the crafting fee?" Goudanniang pretended to be dumbfounded.

Sister-in-law Fugui smiled, waved her hand and said, "Just ask your man tonight. I'm going back. Fubao will urinate when he wakes up."

When Goudanniang saw Fugui's sister-in-law going in without looking back, she couldn't help but spit on the ground. What's so strange? It's just a cart, or a cart without wheels.

It took Jixiang two days to finally make a cart that could be pushed or pulled. He tied hemp ropes made from ground hemp to the wheels, and it felt good to push it.

Several children climbed up happily after seeing the cart. Fugui and Jixiang were also happy to play with them. For a moment, cheerful sounds came from the whole courtyard, which made Goudan next door also clamor for the cart.

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Mr. Xiang immediately decided to go up the mountain to harvest rice that evening. Grandma Xiang and his sister-in-law were left at home to take care of the children. Even Fugui's sister-in-law had to go up the mountain with Fu Bao in her arms.

Jixiang touched Fubao's little face and felt a little distressed. He finally knew why little Fubao cried and asked him to go up the mountain that day. This child is the real treasure of the family.

A few people took advantage of the darkness to walk toward the back mountain. Jixiang found a secret place at the foot of the mountain to hide the cart. Fugui's sister-in-law had a Fu Bao tied to her body. She held the Youliang Zi high in one hand and held the Fu Bao in the other.

Even though I knew Fu Bao was tied up well and would not fall off, I still used my hands to hold it up from time to time and used my chin to feel whether the baby was cold or hot.

Fu Bao felt warm in her heart and was even more determined to make the family she had entrusted with her a good life. She looked at the three men wielding iron sickles in the field. They were very fast, and in the blink of an eye a large piece of rice had fallen.

Fu Bao tried to use his mental power to absorb the moisture on the rice ears, so that they would not have to be exposed to the sun when they returned home, and it would be much lighter to carry.

The three men here kept cutting, and Fubao kept sucking on him. Unknowingly, Fubao felt that his mental power had suddenly more than doubled. This was an upgrade.

When she was making camphor trees, she also inhaled and inhaled in the same way. The dew in the morning and evening, the essence in the rain, and the spiritual energy in the earth were all her objects of inhalation. This long-lost feeling came back.

When the old man used hemp rope to tie the ears of rice, he knew that the ears of rice did not need to be dried and could be crushed directly after taking them home. He glanced at Fu Bao secretly, and Fu Bao was tightly wrapped in a thin quilt by Fu Gui's sister-in-law.

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Mr. Xiang had been tying up the rice ears. When he saw that it was almost done, he and Jixiang were going to carry it down the mountain with poles and put it on the cart to pull it back.

Fugui hurriedly came over to help. The two brothers could do the work of carrying a load up and down the mountain. When the old man got tired, he would sit aside for a while.
Chapter completed!