Chapter 39 Oil Paper Umbrella
Shanshan had just finished asking the question when the barrage exploded: [China, guess China blindly! 】
【It's China! 】
【Chinese yyds. ]
[The motherland has a long history. ]
[Ah, I just noticed that the show team sent out new clothes to the guests. The new clothes look very warm and look much better than the previous jackets! ]
[Haha, mountains and mountains are beautiful in sacks. 】
In the live broadcast room, Shan Shan replied, "I believe everyone guessed it right. In fact, we are the first country in the world to invent umbrellas. It has been more than 3,500 years ago. Umbrellas originated from the ancient "簦". At first we Common people seldom use it, but the ruling class used it to hold ceremonies. At the beginning of the pre-Qin period, the emperor used yellow umbrellas when traveling to express "shading the common people". Shelter from the rain. Later, it gradually evolved into our umbrella, and later we used umbrellas in our weddings and funerals.” —— 1
[Aw, new knowledge get!]
[There are many objects that have been handed down, all with good wishes . 】
【Oil-paper umbrella is one of the national intangible cultural heritage! ]
[As an aside, we passed the ancient Chinese architecture test in our professional class last time, hee hee, I got it right! Watch Shanshan's live broadcast and increase your knowledge! ]
"The oil-paper umbrella has become an important part of our life so far, and later extended the poetic flavor of Jiangnan Rain Lane. However, in the 1950s and 1960s, due to the popularity of steel-frame nylon umbrellas, oil-paper umbrellas began to withdraw from our lives and only existed in museums. , the props of the crew. Now that the national style is on the rise, you can occasionally see students wearing Hanfu holding oil-paper umbrellas, but few people use it. This is our dilemma.
” I didn’t know oiled paper umbrellas could be waterproof, I thought they would get wet when it rained... In fact, oiled paper umbrellas are not only waterproof but also typhoon proof! 】
[It hurts my heart, the great creation of our ancestors is basically useless now. The small island country next door wears oiled paper umbrellas in kimonos to create an atmosphere, and they use them more than us. They almost have oiled paper umbrellas in their homes... and our family is heartbroken. ]
[Yes~ I hope Shanshan's live broadcast can make a little change to our current situation~]
[Don't mourn, the poetry of Jiangnan Rain Lane is here: holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely In Rain Lane, I hope to meet a girl who is as sad as a lilac]——2
Shanshan continued, "Same as yesterday, bamboo needs to be soaked in water for half a month before it can be used. After After soaking, its softness and elongation can be better improved."
[When did Shanshan soak the bamboo? ]
[A long time ago, when Shan Shan first came to the west of the village. The bamboo has been soaked for more than two weeks. ]
[Wow, so early, did Shanshan think about making bamboo intangible cultural heritage series? ]
[It's Diba~ Shanshan is quite well-planned. 】
Bamboo was soaked in a small pond when Shanshan first came here, and it has been soaked for about two weeks.
The bamboo just fished out of the small pond was wet. Several men sank the bamboo, shook off the water, and carried it into the small yard together.
There is a folk proverb: There are seventy-two and a half steps in the process of making an umbrella, and it is unworthy to move in and out.
Shanshan and Pei Ze and Cui Zhexi who moved the bamboo said "hard work".
Cui Zhexi couldn't help puffing out his chest.
[Carrying a bamboo can make you so awesome! 】
Shan Shan said: "I have been thinking about how to reduce the weight of the umbrella for a long time. There are only two ways to start, one is to reduce the weight of the umbrella rib, and the other is to reduce the weight of the paper on the umbrella surface. After trying many kinds of bamboo, later I found a kind of compressed bamboo, which is lighter in weight and can replace our traditional bamboo. But here, we have limited conditions and still use traditional bamboo. I checked the information last night, and some oil-paper umbrella manufacturers have already used compressed bamboo. "
[Yes, I know this. I sell oiled paper umbrellas, and I use compressed bamboo. Are there other ways to reduce weight? 】
【Don't worry and take your time, Shanshan's solution cannot be the only one. ]
[Okay, making oil-paper umbrellas is complicated and requires a lot of patience. 】
The same as making lanterns yesterday, the first step is to break the bamboo, and use a knife to cut it into bamboo sticks of the same thickness and length.
Here, Shanshan uses a chainsaw table to break bamboo. Breaking bamboo is an old craft, and novice craftsmen will not know it.
The shopkeeper who bought the oil-paper umbrella sighed: [In our village, there are only a few old craftsmen over 60 years old who can break bamboo. Doing this job is too tiring, and young people are restless and unwilling to learn. The little girl is really good, she can break bamboo at a young age. 】
【Boss, there are many Shanshan clubs! You look good. 】In
the small courtyard, not everyone knows how to do it, here only He Zhizhou can do it. After the bamboo is broken into approximate size by machine, the next step is to break the bamboo by hand. This process took a lot of time.
The bamboo is all broken.
Next, Shanshan taught everyone to drill holes in the upper part of the bamboo bone. Here, Shanshan used a modern hand-held drilling machine to drill holes in the narrow bamboo pieces.
The three men help together.
Cui Zhexi accidentally drilled an umbrella rib, and almost cried in fright. Taking advantage of the mountains not paying attention, he quietly broke it and threw it into the camellia bushes. As if nothing happened, continue to drill the umbrella bone.
【I saw! ]
[Screenshot for proof! I went to Weibo to complain about begging employees, Aite Shanshan! 】
【Hahahaha, stinky yfd has more than failed to succeed. 】
After the hole of an umbrella was drilled, Shanshan took it and threaded the umbrella ribs with cotton thread, which required a lot of patience.
After a long time, they worked so hard that their eyes were dazzled. Seeing that Shanshan was still sitting on a ponytail, threading needles and threads, they couldn't help but calm down and continue to do it.
There was no one in the live broadcast room to urge, the years are so quiet, why should they be urging. Many viewers do what they are doing and watch the live broadcast with peace of mind.
The distance between the two batches (umbrella ribs) is fixed with folds. The umbrella surface rotates, and the mountains and mountains wind around the umbrella surface a little bit, and the umbrella edge is wound with a total of six lines to strengthen the umbrella body.
Circle by circle, the fingertips are delicately wrapped around the white cotton thread, as if time has slowed down.
[The lotus fingering that Shanshan used is so beautiful! ]
[It's so beautiful. ]
[The wisdom of the ancestors created romantic craftsmanship. ]
[Is it too late to learn how to make oiled paper umbrellas? I also want to be beautiful haha. 】
【Shanshan's fingering skills are proficient, and she is used to the rough old craftsman's hands, so the little girl is more pleasing to the eye. 】
The ribs of the umbrella are basically completed, and then comes the handle part. Shanshan chooses a thick and thin bamboo as the umbrella handle.
"Here, you can choose walnut wood with a finer texture."
Shanshan went to the kitchen to prepare sweet potato flour.
"Sweet potato flour is used to make the paste for the umbrella surface. We wait for He Zhizhou to paint the umbrella surface before cooking."
Afterwards, she asked He Zhizhou to paint the umbrella surface.
[Envious, ask the master to draw an umbrella, and the master will paint it. ]
[The master smiled happily hahahaha. 】
【He Zhizhou has some skills after all, so today is the number 3 official entry, aren't you happy to officially enter the job? 】
【Hahahaha, the yf group is officially established! 】
After arranging them, Shanshan drank some water and went back to the small courtyard to make oil-paper umbrellas.
"As for reducing the weight of umbrellas, besides using compressed bamboo, I have another method. If there are craftsmen who make oil-paper umbrellas in the live broadcast room, you can take notes if you are interested."
Shanshan took out a pen and paper and began to calculate, Jiang Shaowen's camera fell on Shanshan's calculation paper.
"I have tried a lot of opening angles before, and how many frames are needed for the specific umbrella surface. Everyone knows that the number of frames on the umbrella surface directly affects the weight of the umbrella. Therefore, in the case of ensuring that the umbrella can resist the wind, reduce the weight of the umbrella ribs. It has also become the key to reducing the total weight. I got such a formula, assuming that the number of ribs is X, the length a of each rib is known, and the weight b of each rib..."
[Although I don't understand But listen carefully. ]
[Me too, I even took screenshots for you. It's too hard and I won't! ]
[The formula looks complicated, but Shan Shan's explanation is still very good. The only question now is, does this formula work? I hope that some old craftsmen in the live broadcast room can give it a try. 】
【The old master is usually in his sixties or seventies, very old-fashioned, he has been an umbrella for a lifetime, and he will not easily change the way he is used to. Hope someone can give it a try. ]
After Shanshan finished speaking, the owner of the oil paper umbrella felt that he was taking on a heavy responsibility, and posted a barrage in the live broadcast room: [Okay, I will let the masters try it. The formula calculation is more troublesome, so I will let my son do it! I really hope it's useful, and I'll report back to you tonight. If this formula is correct, then the popularity of our oiled paper umbrellas... I dare not think about it! ]
[The boss is more courageous, the pattern is opened! ]
[Boss, come on! ]
[Given the formula, it's not for nothing, the boss is rushing! 】
The boss tearfully arranged for the master to conduct experiments.
When He Zhizhou was preparing to paint, Shanshan explained the drawing paper she chose, "Oiled paper umbrellas generally use cotton paper brushed with tung oil to become the so-called oiled paper. The traditional oiled paper umbrella surface has different favorites in different places. I use handmade leather paper here. It has high toughness, and the white paper is transparent, and raindrops can be seen at the bottom of the umbrella.”
He Zhizhou also discovered that the handmade leather paper is almost translucent when facing the sun.
He Zhizhou arranged the paints one by one and asked her, "Shanshan, what should I paint?"
"You can do whatever you want."
Shanshan has no requirements for the picture of the umbrella, she still has to continue to make umbrella ribs, and hand over the painting to He Zhizhou. Although He Zhizhou's painting skills were not good enough, he basically killed all the craftsmen in seconds.
About an hour later, He Zhizhou's painting was finished, and the live broadcast room was filled with admiration. What he painted was Peach Blossom Spring, landscape and peach blossom, with a beautiful artistic conception.
Cui Zhexi and Pei Ze came to watch, Cui Zhexi said, "It's not bad, it's just a little worse than Shanshan."
His fans in the live broadcast went crazy: [Brother's painting skills yyds. ]
[Big Brother is number one in my heart! ]
[yfd number 3: Shanshan fans laughed and said nothing. ]
[Since when did my brother have a black fan? Yay, there are black fans, we are popular! 】
"Next we will make umbrella keys. Many people think that there is a spring in the oil-paper umbrella. Actually, there is no. Last time I mentioned this to everyone when I was making lipstick. I don't know if you remember it."
Shanshan While cutting the umbrella key, he explained, "The umbrella key looks the same as the steel frame umbrella, but the principle is completely different. The umbrella key of the oil-paper umbrella is also called bamboo jump. There is a saying that the umbrella key of the oil-paper umbrella comes from the tiger tail key of Master Lu Ban. Triangle For the shape, the elastic principle of bamboo itself is used, not the spring. Even if the umbrella surface is worn out, the umbrella key of the oil-paper umbrella is still intact."
[Wow! Is it so powerful? 】
【National intangible cultural heritage yyds, I'm tired of talking. 】
The umbrella bar is ready, Shanshan tried several times, the umbrella fits perfectly, everything fits perfectly.
[Aww! The ribs are so perfect! Just waiting for the umbrella cover to be attached! 】
【Looking forward to it! 】
He Zhizhou still has some finishing work, and now he is waiting for the ink on the kraft paper to dry.
Outside the small courtyard, Googoo took a group of yellow milk balls and tilted his head towards the yard: What are you doing?
The chicks had tender voices, chirping and cooing, pecking at something in the ground.
The newborn animals are different every day. The chicks were still small milk balls a few days ago, but today they are big milk balls.
Shanshan smiled, then looked down at the mechanical watch, the hour hand pointed to one, and it was past one o'clock in the afternoon. They must be hungry.
So he raised his head, rubbed his stiff neck, and got up to cook.
[I feel sorry for my sister, I have been sitting for five hours. 】
【Rub your shoulders. ]
[The milk goos are growing up, eat more, and lay eggs soon! Lighten the burden on the family! 】
【Countdown to egg laying 115 days! Come on, there's no chicken that doesn't lay eggs! ]
[Hahahaha, it's no different from the countdown to the college entrance examination, you guys are so cute. ]
Shanshan thought of a bag of chicken feet in the refrigerator of the program group.
At noon, I cook seafood and chicken feet stew, and then ask Pei Ze to fry a few other dishes. Cui Zhexi always cooks the rice.
It was time to eat, Cui Zhexi quickly washed the rice and put it in the pot, his stomach was already growling.
According to Shanshan's arrangement, Pei Ze washed the chicken feet, abalone, sixty-year-old armor, green shrimp, and shallots, etc. for later use.
It is more oily to make, pour oil into the pan, after the oil is hot, put chicken feet and deep fry, high temperature can make the collagen in the chicken feet solidify.
"When the chicken feet float, you can pick them up."
Shanshan picked up the chicken feet and drained the oil. Then put it in a pot to boil, add hot water, add bay leaves, star anise, sand ginger and a whole handful of green onions, a piece of ginger, and dark soy sauce for cooking.
"Let's add a little more red yeast rice to adjust the color." Shanshan wiped off his sweat, the fire was too hot.
Cui Zhexi who is burning the fire over the stove, Cui Zhexi must have wiped off his sweat, showing a row of teeth, the fire must be big enough!
【This flame is simply the flames of hell! ]
[Both of them are hot to death. 】
【Brother is great! The fire is so big! 】
[The fire is not necessarily good. /Laugh and cry. ]
[I'm so overwhelmed, the 1st will see that the 3rd can draw, and the 2nd will cook later, I can't do anything but eat, so I'm in a hurry. Seize the moment to show your strength. 】
Sure enough, Shanshan said, "The fire can be smaller."
"Oh."
【Hahahahaha, let you pretend! ]
[Laughing to death. 】
"We cook for about six or seven minutes at this heat. You can use a pressure cooker at home and cook for two or three minutes."
After Shan Shan finished speaking, he glanced at the yard, where Pei Ze was cooking.
There has always been a pot in the small courtyard. When there was only one pot in the kitchen, Cui Zhexi often cooked in the courtyard. When the vegetables were cooked, the rice was also cooked.
Everyone is hungry today. To save time, Pei Ze cooks outside.
Pei Ze thinks his craftsmanship is good, but of course it is nothing compared to Shan Shan. Everyone was very tired today, he was embarrassed to watch Shanshan rushing in and out, cooking so many dishes.
When he was frying the fish, Shanshan had to come out to watch. Pei Ze's muscles tensed up visibly, and the arm that turned the fish over was visibly stiff.
[Hahaha, the boss is inspecting the work, can you not be nervous? 】
【Brother, please get a job as a kitchen assistant! 】
Pei Ze's fans hugged their heads, brother finally cooked a meal, the errand must not fail.
Shanshan looked at it for a while, as if thinking about something. He didn't say anything, and went back to the kitchen after a while.
Pei Ze's fans shouted: [Brother is handsome! First-class workmanship! 】
【Brother will be able to help Shanshan in the future, awesome! 】
Those who heard it wept.
After six or seven minutes, the chicken feet stewed in the pot were almost ready, with a strong aroma wafting out, and the round chicken feet were fished out.
"The boiled chicken feet have absorbed the soup and become real tiger skin chicken feet."
Cui Zhexi washed the cauldron clean and shiny.
She then patted a millet pepper, sand ginger, garlic. Heat the oil until fragrant, then add the washed green prawns.
Shrimp fried in this way is more fragrant.
Then boil the sixties and add cooking wine to choke the pot.
Then add all the ingredients, chicken feet, abalone, sixty-year-old carapace, and freshwater shrimp, and cook together for about five minutes.
Take it out of the pot and add some chili powder to freshen it up.
Tiger skin chicken feet bubbling.
As soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, the people in the yard couldn't sit still anymore, they all looked into the kitchen and swallowed. Who can bear this.
The tiger-skin chicken feet put into the soup pot, the sauce-colored skin is soft but not rotten, and there are shrimps, abalones, and sixties next to it, which are both beautiful and fragrant.
Cui Zhexi, who was sitting on the fire, couldn't help standing up, staring at the seafood chicken feet pot naked.
Shanshan pulled out a pair of chopsticks, Cui Zhexi kept swallowing, Shanshan couldn't see it, so he gave him the chopsticks, "Taste one."
Cui Zhexi caught a chicken paw, raised his head, and half of the chicken paw fell into his bottomless pit.
Cui Zhexi gnawed on the chicken feet with a satisfied expression.
Everyone in front of the live broadcast room couldn't help swallowing.
"Quite bouncy, with the fresh aroma of seafood. Delicious! I have never eaten such delicious chicken feet!" Cui Zhexi commented, unwilling to say more, and continued to eat chicken feet.
Rolling his eyes, he gnawed at the kitchen door, so that Pei Ze and He Zhizhou could have a look, envious of them.
It was really delicious, Pei Ze and He Zhizhou couldn't help but slip their Adam's apples.
The camera faithfully recorded it.
[Do you think that a man's Adam's apple slips because of a woman's beauty? No, it can also be Shanshan's delicacies. 】
[Hahaha, that's right! 】
Pei Ze's salmon is fried, and Shanshan stir-fries a vegetable in the kitchen.
After thinking about it, I went to the small vegetable garden to pick a red tomato and came back, and made a tomato and egg soup.
Pei Ze was outside, using the bread kiln to heat up the bacon made yesterday, then cut it into slices and put it on a plate.
Five dishes are ready and served.
The guests started to eat, and the chopsticks stretched out to the chicken feet in unison. No one can resist its temptation!
Pei Ze said, "After the chicken feet absorb the seafood soup, they are more delicious than seafood."
[Tears flow from the corner of the mouth...]
[Ahhhhh! Who can bear this! Oh, what a wonderful woman! ]
[Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooload 】
The pds next to him wiped their mouths quietly, don't let the saliva flow down, it's embarrassing.
Cameramen, couldn't help touching the disposable chopsticks in their pockets, and waited for Shanshan to give an order.
Now because of the large number of guests, there are four or five times more cameramen and staff. They all want to eat the dishes made by Shanshan, but Shanshan can't cook for them every day.
So they take turns, each guest's team, each meal will be eaten by one person, who will eat, and they often fight. The team on the other side of the mountain can have a bite. Every time she makes a very large portion, today she divided two soup pots.
After Shanshan tasted one, it tasted good, so he said, "The saltiness is just right, everyone, come and taste it, you have worked hard today." The
staff rushed forward and took away one of the soup pots.
When He Zhizhou's team came to the photographer's restaurant this time, Yan PD couldn't hold back, rushed forward and caught a chicken paw.
According to the rules, only one person from the three groups can take a bite at a time.
If Yan PD eats it, his photographer can't eat it.
The photographer quit, who the hell! I dropped my chopsticks.
Yan PD has already eaten half of it, "Old Hong, I can't hold back, I can't hold back, I really can't hold back today. I'm sorry."
"Sorry, if it's useful, why do you need the police?!" Angry red.
Yan pd gnawed the chicken feet in his mouth and mumbled, "Hey, Lao Hong, uh, it smells so good. Don't go, Lao Hong!"
Lao Hong was honest, this time he was really angry, and left without the camera.
A few pds wiped their mouths, "Yan pd, this is your fault." "Old Hong, hey
, wait for me, wait for me!" Yan pd chased after him with chicken feet.
In the end, Yan PD transferred 2,000 red envelopes to the photographer to solve the problem.
Photographers from other groups took pictures, and the netizens laughed to death, [I really want to eat Shanshan’s seafood chicken feet! ]
[I want to taste how delicious it is! ]
Yan pd was still not satisfied, and posted on Weibo: [If you give me another chance, I will definitely grab the chicken feet again. 2,000 yuan to eat chicken feet made by Shanshan, no regrets, it's worth it! 】
#海鲜鸡蛋炒应多味吃# Slowly climbed up the hot search.
Guan Bojun worked hard on marketing, and interviewed the staff to describe the taste, "Needless to say the taste of chicken feet, there is also the taste of seafood, absolutely!
" Me."
"PD Yan transferred 2,000 yuan to him, and this matter was resolved, hahaha."
So who made the seafood chicken feet pot? Netizens who haven't watched the live broadcast turned to Weibo video, oh, it turned out to be Yu Shanshan. After following the vine, I found a lot of her previous cooking videos.
[It's so beautiful, my mouth is watering! ]
[The face is also pretty! How can he cook like that! I am a goddess! 】
[Treasure videos, not enough collections, download them all! ]
[I didn't pay attention to Yu Shanshan before, I thought it was Survival on a Deserted Island, do you all do this for Survival on a Deserted Island? Is it so moist? The seafood and chicken feet pot are all eaten. Wow. 】
Shanshan's search volume has increased, and her Weibo fans have also increased.
After lunch, Shanshan brushed his teeth and rested for half an hour.
A box of toothpaste ran out, and the program team gave her another box.
After getting up, continue to make oiled paper umbrellas.
Everything is lazy in the afternoon, the camellia hangs its head, and the sea is the calmest time.
She didn't know if there was anyone in the live broadcast room, so she started explaining anyway.
Shanshan started the process of threading umbrellas, "There are full-length and half-length umbrellas. As the name suggests, full-length umbrellas are more general than half-throwing, requiring more than 3,000 needles, and half-throwing only requires half."
[Shanshan ] Wake up! Someone go to Weibo and shout. ]
[Here we come! See Weibo and come! 】
【Good afternoon! whee. Let’s wear an umbrella now~]
Jiang PD prepared colored thread for her. These threads are not easy to wear and have strong toughness.
"If you wear it wrong in one place, you will lose everything."
It took Shanshan more than two hours to put on the umbrella, and the red line and the yellow line were put on two layers. The steps of the umbrella and the flower shape of each layer are different.
She made it very quickly, and the audience looked dazzled. They were afraid that she would wear it wrong, and if she wore it wrong, they would have to dismantle it and start over again.
Until 3:30 noon, the whole umbrella was finally put on.
[I understand why oil-paper umbrellas are so expensive, it really takes effort. This is still a half umbrella, can't a full umbrella be worn for several days? ]
[That's for sure, the master will wear it for a week. Shanshan is so fast because he is familiar with his techniques and because he is young and has good eyesight and physical strength. 】
[The craftsman is working so hard. 】
Shanshan rubbed his fingers, crossed his fingers, and moved a few times.
They woke up one after another, and Shanshan asked Cui Zhexi to boil sweet potato flour to use as paste.
After the sweet potato flour was boiled, Shanshan smeared the sweet potato flour paste on the umbrella ribs, "The technique should not be too slow, or the sweet potato flour would dry out."
Then put the kraft paper on the umbrella surface and put it in a high place to dry.
After drying, Shanshan took out the leftover tung oil, brushed the umbrella surface with tung oil, and dried it naturally again.
Everyone is looking forward to the final result.
In the afternoon, the sun on the beach carefully shines on the surface of the oil-paper umbrella, and the raised parts of the umbrella ribs are shiny because of tung oil.
Cui Zhexi stood guard by the oiled paper umbrella, waving away the small bugs so that they would not fly into the tung oil.
[Yfd is only useful for this. ]
[What's wrong, didn't my brother wash the dishes at noon? Hands are washed white! ]
[Yes, yes, your brother is the most useful. ]
[The painting of Azhou on the umbrella surface, Peach Blossom Spring is so beautiful! ]
[My brother's salmon for lunch is also delicious! 】
Shan Shan lay on a beach chair, basking in the sun, waiting for the oiled paper to dry slowly.
Pei Ze made some tea to drink.
There were only two beach chairs, one for Shan Shan, one for He Zhizhou because of his leg injury, and one for Pei Ze brought from the house.
After a busy day, everyone drank tea and enjoyed the beautiful sunset of nature. The pink sky dyed the camellias thoroughly, and the sun slowly sank to the bottom of the sea.
Under the setting sun, oil-paper umbrellas slowly dry and become transparent.