Chapter 37 Section 3

Knowing the size of the wrist with the red line, Xue Song quickly made the flail.The shape of that thing was like a carp, not only had a head, a body, a tail, but also whiskers on its mouth.But it has two holes in its body, which is different from fish.Xue Song thought that when Hongxian wore it on his hand, he would appreciate his carving skills.He also wanted to shackle the feet of the red thread, and to make the shackles round, like lotus flowers.But he didn't know the size of the red line's ankle, so he set off to find the red line again.This time he saw that the red thread was dealing with termites, and he put his ear on the anthill to listen to the movement inside.She told Xue Song that if the ant nest is noisy, it is time to reproduce.That night, there will be countless spring breeding ants flying out, chasing and mating with each other.After mating, it falls to the ground, bites off its wings, and burrows into the ground to form a new nest of termites.Unfortunately, when they fly out of the nest, the red thread will be waiting outside, wrapping them all in a big gauze bag; when they finish mating inside and bite off their wings, put them in the pot saute.It is said that this kind of termite is more fragrant than peanuts; it needs to be fried in a dry pan, and half a pot of oil can be produced in the future.She also said that if Xue Song also came to help catch termites tonight, she would give him half of the fried termites.But Xue Song had another idea, he squatted down abruptly, measured the size of her ankle with a cotton thread, and then ran away again.Although Hongxian didn't know Xue Song's various designs, he vaguely guessed what he was going to do──just like a person thinking that he will die sooner or later.She was a little sad about it.After that, the red line continued to play on the hillside, but there was already a little hidden danger in his heart.Because she already knew that sooner or later Xue Song would snatch her as his wife.

My cousin said that when I was young, I was very dexterous with my hands, and I liked to make things like model airplanes and semiconductor radios.My hands are tender except for a callus on the middle finger of my left hand; which means I haven't done any manual work in at least ten years.It can be seen from this cocoon that I was originally left-handed, and I use my left hand to write.But now I am not restricted by this, and I can use whichever hand I want: under normal circumstances, I try to use my right hand as much as possible, and if I am in a hurry, I use my left hand, because the left hand is more flexible after all.Anyway, I like knowing I was dexterous as a kid.My cousin also said that since I was a child, I have a gloomy temperament, few words, and always hide from others, as if I have some ulterior secrets; I don't like this news very much.The Xue Song in my imagination has a pair of ingenious hands, using a carving knife to carve a piece of wood into a wooden flail, and then first beating it with coarse sand, then polishing it with fine sand, and then polishing it with white paste mud from the river bed. , At this time, the wooden flail has been thrown very brightly.The last process is to polish it with his own hands - Xue Song's skin is brown, but the skin of the palm is as white as anyone else - it is strange to say that after rubbing the palm, the shackle is lost The bright luster has become black, emitting a kind of black light; but it has also become milder because of it.In this way, he finished the shackles and shackles, and hung them on the wall.With these two finished products, Xue Song's confidence doubled.Start making the parts of the cage—start with the columns.But no matter whether you use an ax or a planer, you can't make a good circle. For this reason, Xue Song took great pains and finally decided to make a lathe.He first designed the pattern, then cut down a wild pear tree and made it.However, the first finished product on the lathe is not a pillar, but a stick-shaped thing, which is made of teak branches, which is heavy and has a bit of weight.

Xue Song wrapped the end of the stick with cork, tried it on his own head, and only touched the back of his head lightly, and felt dizzy, and fell to the ground; it took an hour to get up.Xue Song felt ashamed to hit a little girl with such a heavy stick.He had to get another one, and this time it was too light, and he didn't feel anything when it hit the back of his head.Later, he made many more sticks, and finally made the most suitable wooden stick.The stick was neither heavy nor light, and it was very comfortable to knock on the head; the time of fainting was exactly fifteen minutes.Xue Song tied a red silk thread to this stick as a mark.This made others guess that his target was the red line.So someone went to inform her and said: something is wrong, our envoy Xue Jiedu made more than a dozen sticks to hit you on the back of the head!At this time, Hong Xian was holding a slingshot to watch the birds on the tree, with his back to the messenger.Without turning around, she just said, "Is that so?" in a somewhat casual tone.But the person who sent the message knew that she was not indifferent; so he added: He is going to rob you!The red thread shrugged and said: Just grab it.When the man was about to leave, she added: Please ask him when he will come to snatch me.The person who sent the message didn't expect her to be like this, so he was very angry; so he refused to ask Xue Song for her.Red Thread shot down several green-feathered parrots that day, plucked their feathers alive, roasted them on the fire until they were half-baked, and then ate them all.Then she went home, leaving a heap of black ash on the grass, and a heap of green feathers with flesh attached to their roots.

Later, Xue Song converted the teak shed into a workshop.This is because he doesn't want others to see what he's doing.He weaves four walls out of bamboo strips, hangs them on four pillars, and the shed becomes a house.He plastered the inside of the wall with mud mixed with cow dung and whitewashed it again, and the inside became much brighter; as for the outer wall, he did nothing.The suspicious thing about this house is that there is neither door nor window, so he has to climb a ladder to the top of the wall, and then get in through the joint between the thatched roof and the wall—of course, there is also a ladder inside, so that he can Avoid jumping over the wall.He made two piles on the ground, one pile was made of cow dung, which was used to boil glue.In the cow dung fire, many crocks were placed to boil cowhide fat, pig skin fat, fish bladder fat, and bone fat. These glues have different uses, but I have never been a carpenter, so I don’t know much about it.Another pile is charcoal fire, which is used to make iron tools.Xue Song didn't have a bellows, so he used a leather tiger instead.Beside the dung fire is the carpenter's bench, and beside the charcoal fire is the iron drill.Xue Song ran back and forth between these two locations, busy everywhere.Although he is busy, he never wants to ask for help. He is enjoying the ecstasy of working alone.I seem to have had a state of mind like this.The people in the village only heard hammers striking iron and axes chopping wood, but they couldn't see Xue Song.Hence the rumor that he has gone mad.It wasn't until one day that he knocked down the wall of his workshop that people knew that he had made a wooden cage, which was eight feet square and ten feet high.At this point, he did not deny his intention: he wanted to capture the red thread and lock it inside.Others said that if you want to lock up a little girl, you don't need to make the cage so high.Xue Song simply replied: Tall looks good.I thought he was right.