Xiaoman’s Handicraft Class (3)
Jiang Xiaoman sniffed and stopped crying. She finally realized why she lost.
Last night, Grandma also offered to help, but Jiang Xiaoman refused. It turned out that you need the help of adults! She remembered it now!
Jiang Xiaoman was looking forward to getting the first place on the next handicraft class.
It was just that the handicraft class had changed again. This time they weren’t making flower baskets, but clay figurines.
After returning home, Jiang Xiaoman asked eagerly, “Grandma, can you make clay figurines?”
“Does your kindergarten still teach people to play with mud?”
“It’s not playing with mud. It’s making clay figurines. You know…making figurines from clay!”
Jiang Xiumei didn’t like children playing with mud because it made clothes too difficult to wash. Jiang Xiaoman was usually told not to go to dirty and smelly places, so her mud playing skills were not good.
“No, maybe your uncle could,” Jiang Xiumei said, “He grew up playing in the mud.”
“Oh—”
Jiang Xiaoman thought about it.
She got annoyed because Uncle had gone back to the village and was not at home.
How could he help her with handicraft lessons?
Jiang Xiaoman took twenty cents and went to the small shop to make a call.
The house in the city did not have a landline phone, and it was very troublesome to contact Jiang Xing.
“Uncle.” Jiang Xiaoman held the phone and asked him, “When will you come back to help me with the handicraft homework?”
“What?” Jiang Xing was in the mine, and it was very noisy, so Jiang Xiaoman’s voice was a bit unclear.
“I said, when will you come back and help me make clay figurines!!”
“I don’t know how to make clay figurines!”
“But Grandma said you grew up playing with mud.” Jiang Xiaoman’s mouth pursed, and her heart felt empty.
Uncle was so busy that he couldn’t accompany her. She was so sad.
“Other children have their parents to help with their handicraft homework, but I don’t have one,” Jiang Xiaoman sobbed, “Haah, forget it. Uncle, you go on with your business. I can do it alone.”
Listening to her sobs hurt Jiang Xing’s conscience.
He also didn’t want to be away from home every day, nor did he want to go back to the village at this time.
But that Hong Xingguo father and son pair came to make some trouble, and the team here asked him to come back to deal with it. He had no choice but to come back.
“Xiaoman, when do you have to hand in your handicraft?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Oh, then I will go back tomorrow.”
Uncle was so stupid. How would they have enough time if he only came back tomorrow? Could she still make something from mud before coming to school?
Before she could refuse, Jiang Xing said, “I will bring you a ready-made one. I guarantee that you’ll get the first place with it.”
First place?
That’s great. That’s great!
Jiang Xiaoman was happy again. She clapped her hands and said that she would be waiting for Uncle to come back.
The twenty cents worth of phone time was up, and Jiang Xiaoman hung up.
She couldn’t make one herself, but she could wait for her uncle to make one. She began looking forward to what kind of surprise her uncle would bring her tomorrow.
The next day, Jiang Xing woke up early and rushed back from the village to bring the child to school.
He brought a figurine back and covered it with a red cloth. It was almost as big as Jiang Xiaoman.
Jiang Xiaoman tried to lift it up, but it wouldn’t budge.
“What is this?”
“Secret.” Jiang Xing said with a smile. “This time, you will get first place. I promise there is nothing as beautiful as this in the city. This is our family’s treasure. I brought it for you.”
Since it was a treasure, it had to be good. Jiang Xiaoman nodded and let Jiang Xing take the figure into the classroom and lift the red cloth.
Ha!
Holy shit!
Covered under the red cloth was a majestic, vicious stone lion!
“Waa!!”
“Waow!!”
“Waooow!!”
“!!!”
The children were shocked, Yu Qingshi was shocked, Teacher Yang was shocked, and Jiang Xiaoman was also shocked.
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Xiaoman’s Handicraft Class (3)
Jiang Xiaoman sniffed and stopped crying. She finally realized why she lost.
Last night, Grandma also offered to help, but Jiang Xiaoman refused. It turned out that you need the help of adults! She remembered it now!
Jiang Xiaoman was looking forward to getting the first place on the next handicraft class.
It was just that the handicraft class had changed again. This time they weren’t making flower baskets, but clay figurines.
After returning home, Jiang Xiaoman asked eagerly, “Grandma, can you make clay figurines?”
“Does your kindergarten still teach people to play with mud?”
“It’s not playing with mud. It’s making clay figurines. You know…making figurines from clay!”
Jiang Xiumei didn’t like children playing with mud because it made clothes too difficult to wash. Jiang Xiaoman was usually told not to go to dirty and smelly places, so her mud playing skills were not good.
“No, maybe your uncle could,” Jiang Xiumei said, “He grew up playing in the mud.”
“Oh—”
Jiang Xiaoman thought about it.
She got annoyed because Uncle had gone back to the village and was not at home.
How could he help her with handicraft lessons?
Jiang Xiaoman took twenty cents and went to the small shop to make a call.
The house in the city did not have a landline phone, and it was very troublesome to contact Jiang Xing.
“Uncle.” Jiang Xiaoman held the phone and asked him, “When will you come back to help me with the handicraft homework?”
“What?” Jiang Xing was in the mine, and it was very noisy, so Jiang Xiaoman’s voice was a bit unclear.
“I said, when will you come back and help me make clay figurines!!”
“I don’t know how to make clay figurines!”
“But Grandma said you grew up playing with mud.” Jiang Xiaoman’s mouth pursed, and her heart felt empty.
Uncle was so busy that he couldn’t accompany her. She was so sad.
“Other children have their parents to help with their handicraft homework, but I don’t have one,” Jiang Xiaoman sobbed, “Haah, forget it. Uncle, you go on with your business. I can do it alone.”
Listening to her sobs hurt Jiang Xing’s conscience.
He also didn’t want to be away from home every day, nor did he want to go back to the village at this time.
But that Hong Xingguo father and son pair came to make some trouble, and the team here asked him to come back to deal with it. He had no choice but to come back.
“Xiaoman, when do you have to hand in your handicraft?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Oh, then I will go back tomorrow.”
Uncle was so stupid. How would they have enough time if he only came back tomorrow? Could she still make something from mud before coming to school?
Before she could refuse, Jiang Xing said, “I will bring you a ready-made one. I guarantee that you’ll get the first place with it.”
First place?
That’s great. That’s great!
Jiang Xiaoman was happy again. She clapped her hands and said that she would be waiting for Uncle to come back.
The twenty cents worth of phone time was up, and Jiang Xiaoman hung up.
She couldn’t make one herself, but she could wait for her uncle to make one. She began looking forward to what kind of surprise her uncle would bring her tomorrow.
The next day, Jiang Xing woke up early and rushed back from the village to bring the child to school.
He brought a figurine back and covered it with a red cloth. It was almost as big as Jiang Xiaoman.
Jiang Xiaoman tried to lift it up, but it wouldn’t budge.
“What is this?”
“Secret.” Jiang Xing said with a smile. “This time, you will get first place. I promise there is nothing as beautiful as this in the city. This is our family’s treasure. I brought it for you.”
Since it was a treasure, it had to be good. Jiang Xiaoman nodded and let Jiang Xing take the figure into the classroom and lift the red cloth.
Ha!
Holy shit!
Covered under the red cloth was a majestic, vicious stone lion!
“Waa!!”
“Waow!!”
“Waooow!!”
“!!!”
The children were shocked, Yu Qingshi was shocked, Teacher Yang was shocked, and Jiang Xiaoman was also shocked.
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