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Jie Zheng is a designer and technician in a handicraft factory. Practical tools and other handicrafts such as bamboo baskets and wicker baskets designed by her own hands are very popular, and Zheng Jie has gradually become a celebrity in the circle. On this day, Zheng Jie was sitting at his desk drawing drawings when the door was pushed open. Zheng Jie looked up and saw a woman in her sixties. When the old man saw Zheng Jie, he smiled shyly and asked Zheng Jie if she could teach her to weave some wicker baskets. Jie Zheng was surprised to see the old man's gray hair and wrinkles all over his face. He asked, "Aunt, why do you have to learn to weave baskets at your age?" The old man blushed: "Daughter, I'm from Qian Dian Village, Lidian Township. It's hard to understand you. You can teach me. I'll give you tuition. I will never forget you in my life. Don't worry, the basket I made will never be sold! " A few words stunned Jie Zheng. What do you mean you didn't make money after learning the craft? But Zheng Jie looked at the eager eyes of the old man's pleading, and her heart softened and she agreed. Seeing Jie Zheng's promise, the old man took money out of his pocket. Zheng Jie saw that all the money the old man took out was Mao Piao, so he held it down with his hand: "Auntie, don't take it out, I just want to know ..." The old man nodded: "Daughter, I must thank you when I learn." Old people learn slowly, but Zheng Jie teaches patience. Jie Zheng knew that there must be a reason for the old man to learn to weave baskets, but it was hard to say. As the saying goes, weaving baskets is all off. If it is closed properly, the bottom of the basket must be clean. It takes one hand to pull the wicker at the bottom of the basket, and one foot to step on the bottom of the basket. Both hands and feet can be used. Jie Zheng was surprised to find that the old man put one hand on the bottom of the basket, but pulled the wicker with his teeth. The old man's teeth were a little loose, and soon the wicker was stained with blood. Jie Zheng quickly said, "Aunt, use your feet, not your teeth." Unexpectedly, the old man took a few breaths and smiled and said to Zheng Jie, "Daughter, don't worry about me, I ... can't use my feet." Zheng Jiezhi looked at the old man's foot and wondered why this foot could not be used. After ten days, the old man basically mastered the essentials of weaving baskets and was ready to leave. Zheng Jie's curiosity came up again: "Aunt, you haven't told me why you came to learn to weave baskets?" The old man hesitated for a moment and sighed, "If you really want to know, just come with me." Zheng Jie quickly put down her work, drove her car and sent the old man home. On the way, the old man thanked Zheng Jie assiduously and said that he had saved her family. Zheng Jiezhi is even more puzzled. He learned to weave a basket with one hand, which will save the whole family? The old man's home is at the head of the village. Jie Zheng was stunned when he pushed open the door and entered the room. He saw a middle-aged man on the kang with a quilt and a wicker basket in his hand. The bottom of the basket is almost finished. The man bites wicker with his teeth from time to time. The old man looked at Zheng Jiezhi and said with a smile, "This is my son. He is 35 years old and his name is Dazhuang. " Big and strong looked up at Jie Zheng and smiled shyly. The old man added, "Big and strong are born with weak legs. In order to treat him, everything at home was sold out. You see, there are only a square table and a few long stools left in the main room. " Jie Zheng found that, sure enough, the room was empty, leaving only the square table in the first room. The old man said to Zheng Jiezhi: "Daughter, Da Zhuang said two days ago that he would learn the skill of weaving baskets. I'm glad that he finally stopped trying to die, so I went to see you. I didn't say anything because I was afraid of your jokes. " Zheng Jie's nose is sour. "Aunt, please stop. I understand your intention. " Jie Zheng looked at the big strong man on the kang and suddenly understood why the old man didn't step on the bottom of the basket, because his son's foot couldn't get through ... Daqiang interjected: "Mom, is this Mr. Zheng who taught you to weave baskets?" The old man nodded: "Yes, Teacher Zheng's heart is really good." Dazhuang suddenly said, "Miss Zheng, can you teach me to weave a basket? The kind that can carry people? " Zheng Jiezhi asked strangely, "Who are you ... why are you learning this?" Big strong, leisurely way: "My mother carries me out in the sun every day. She is too old to hold me. It would be much easier if she had a basket to carry me. " Zheng Jiezhi looked at the mother and son, only to feel their eyes moist. Seeing that Da Zhuang was so filial, he nodded hard: "OK, Da Zhuang, I'll go back to design right away and teach you when I'm finished." Da Zhuang excitedly leaned over the kang: "Thank you, Teacher Zheng." When Jie Zheng left the big banker, he took a casual look at the square table and was shocked. Jie Zheng is a craftsman who studies ancient furniture. Jie Zheng can tell at a glance that this square table is furniture before the Qing Dynasty. She quickly turned her head and asked the old man, "Aunt, is this table left by the older generation?" The old man nodded: "Yes, it has been here since I passed this door. Alas, I tidy up every day, just dreaming that I can sit at this table for dinner with Dazhuang one day, but it seems … "Jie Zheng suddenly had an idea:" Aunt, if you like, how about selling me the table? I paid a high price! " Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head: "What did the girl say?" ! A broken table. Take it if your daughter likes it. I don't need it anyway. "Zheng Jiezhi hurriedly said," no, no, money must be given. Save it for Da Zhuang's living expenses. I think so, too. I'll pull the table while I teach the big basketball, okay? "Zheng Jie didn't expect that she taught a complete stranger to weave baskets and even got an old-fashioned piece of furniture. I'm glad that the basket was designed quickly. A few days later, Jie Zheng took the drawings and ran to the big banker. Da Zhuang is very happy to see Jie Zheng coming, and he is also very studious. When teaching Dazhuang to weave baskets, Jie Zheng knew that Dazhuang had never stood up since he was born. Da Zhuang's father abandoned this family more than ten years ago and never came back. His mother took care of Da Zhuang for more than 30 years. Zheng Jie's eyes are sour, and she thinks she must give more money to buy that square table, so that the girls can live better. Jie Zheng teaches students to look at drawings and demonstrate. This time, Zheng Jie worked hard on the design and knew that Da Zhuang's feet were not easy to use. Therefore, in the process of editing, hands were used instead of feet in many places, and very comfortable straps were designed for the elderly. Big, strong and smart, he soon learned the essentials. Finally, Zhuang Zhuang said, "Mr. Zheng, I don't know how to thank you and I can't think of anything good." If you don't dislike my family, my basket will be finished the day after tomorrow. Come and have dinner. " Zheng Jiezhi readily agreed. Seeing that her son had completely changed, Zhuang Niang was so happy that she wiped her tears: "Daughter, thank you so much. You must come the day after tomorrow. "When Zheng Jie returned to the factory, she was still not calm. This is the strangest thing that happened to her in her twenties. The grateful eyes of two women appeared in front of her eyes from time to time, and her heart felt warm. She took out all her savings of 20,000 yuan and prepared to give them to the suffering mother and son in the name of buying a dining table. On the third day, Jie Zheng drove the minivan to the big banker again. She wants to see how the basket is woven. A strong mother will be very happy carrying a basket woven by her son, which is much more labor-saving than holding a strong one in the sun. It was already noon when she entered Dazhuang's house. Jie Zheng saw at a glance that the big strong basket was ready, but the eagle-eyed Jie Zheng immediately saw that the strap of the basket was not made according to the drawing. Zheng Jiezhi asked Dazhuang doubtfully, "Dazhuang, you made it up ... right? This belt is not suitable for your mother to carry. Big Zhuang smiled and said, "Teacher Zheng, this is done according to my shoulder." ""yours? " Zheng Jiezhi wondered, "Do you want to recite? Isn't it for your mother? " Dazhuang shook his head and suddenly slipped down the stairs with his hand along the stool beside the kang. Jie Zheng busy with the hand to help, but was blocked by the big strong. Dazhuang went downstairs, put the basket on his shoulder and shouted to the old man cooking in the back room, "Mom, here we are. "The old man tiptoed out of the back room, but suddenly he froze:" Dazhuang, what are you doing? "Da Zhuang desperately suppressed his excitement:" Mom, you have hugged me for more than 30 years. I have always had a wish to carry you once in my lifetime. Today, let me carry you once "When the old man heard Da Zhuang's words, his tears suddenly came up:" Da Zhuang, didn't you learn to weave baskets just to learn the craft? Just to ... carry my mother once? "Da Zhuang nodded." For half a year, I have been practicing my arm strength every night. I can carry you. Come up! " "Zheng Jie has been in tears. She nodded to the old man when she saw him hesitating. The old man was shivering on the basket, and his son supported their bodies with his hands on the ground. One step, two steps, three steps, the son turned a whole circle in the house, but Jie Zheng clearly saw that the old man was holding a wooden stick tightly in his hand, supporting the ground with his son's movements ... When the big man was sweating and carrying his mother around, the old man finally couldn't help getting out of the basket and hugged his son in his thirties, and tears flowed down. Dazhuang was very happy: "Mom, I can carry you, I can carry you ..." Mother nodded again and again: "Dazhuang, mom is not afraid, so don't worry about it in the future." Just about to cry, I remembered Jie Zheng next to me: "Oh, look, I forgot Miss Zheng as soon as I was happy. Let's eat." What Zheng Jie never expected was that the square table she wanted to buy was a few tens of centimeters shorter, leaving only one desktop. Jie Zheng found that the stick that Ma Dazhuang was leaning on the basket turned out to be the leg of the table. Jie Zheng felt a pain in his heart: "Aunt, why did you ... see this table?" Unexpectedly, the old man smiled: "My son has a wish to carry me behind my back once, and I also have a wish to let my son have a meal at this table." This is what I saw yesterday. The big strong man can support himself with one hand and saw the table with the other hand. Otherwise, being strong is not enough. Daughter, don't blame me. When you finish this meal, you can take this table away and repair it. " Sure enough, Da Zhuang supported his body with one hand and picked up chopsticks with the other. Zheng Jie and the old man sat cross-legged on the ground. Dazhuang was very happy when he saw it, and said to Jie Zheng, "Thank you very much, Mr. Zheng. Even if I die, I will not regret it. I have put my mother on my back, and my heart will not be cold any more! " Don't think stupid again! "The old man looked at his son and suddenly knelt down to Zheng Jiezhi:" Daughter, my old woman doesn't know how to repay you ... "Jie Zheng quickly helped the old man up:" Aunt, what are you doing? Didn't I teach you to weave baskets? As for it? "Unexpectedly, the old man said," You not only taught Da Zhuang to weave baskets, but also helped him realize his wish. "Zheng Jie or took the square table, secretly left twenty thousand dollars, out of the big house. Zheng Jie didn't go back to the factory, but drove back to his hometown. Because of his busy work, he hasn't seen his mother paralyzed in bed for a long time. In the car, she also designed a basket for herself and made a wish for herself. Whenever she is free, she often goes to the sun behind her mother's back. ...