Overpowered Broadcast System

After the two pandas left, not long after, as expected, heavy rain poured down.

It was already afternoon, Ning Fei and Jiang Xue ate together and cleaned up the house.

“I’ll go to the pavilion to rest for a while, your body is still weak, it is best not to come out, you can catch cold easily.” Ning Fei said with concern.

“Mm, okay.” Jiang Xue softly said back.

After saying that Ning Fei left.

The rainy day at the Taoist temple had a different flavour. Looking from the building, the rain poured down, flowing into lines of water along the gaps between the green tiles of the Sanqing Hall. There are several shallow puddles below, with rainwater constantly striking down into them and splashing up.

Jiang Xue looked out the window, only to find such a view extraordinarily attractive.

Listening to the sound of rain, she wondered again, what was Ning Fei doing at this time?

She picked up her tablet computer and opened the live broadcast.

In the screen, only Ning Fei was seen running from the front yard to the back yard, holding a pile of light brown paper and a pile of bamboo. It was raining heavily, and in just a few moments, Ning Fei’s head and shoulders were already wet.

When he arrived in the corridor, Ning Fei patted the rain on his head.

The rain flowed down a few strands of hair, making his hair look a bit messy, but it added a bit more of a debauched charm.

“Ning Guan, what is this?”

“It’s raining so heavily, and Ning Guan is still out.”

“I thought it was not broadcast.”

“Ning Guan’s subjective calculations are accurate. It really rained this afternoon. I admire it.”

“When has Master Ning ever said anything nonsense.”

At this time, when Ning Fei walked to the pavilion and put down everything in his hands, the netizens could see exactly what Ning Fei was holding.

Some bamboo, a wad of oiled paper, a little tung oil, a small bucket of glue, fine thread, scissors, knives, saws and other tools.

“These things …… Ning Guan wouldn’t want to make an umbrella, would he?”

“Look at this, it’s very similar!”

“Not very similar, it must be.”

The netizens speculated, and Ning Fei nodded, confirming the netizens’ guesses.

“There may be rain in Qinshan all this time, and there is no umbrella in the Taoist temple, so I plan to make an oil paper umbrella out.”

“When I was small, this craft is still learned with my master, my master is very good at weaving umbrellas.”

“In this day and age, nylon silk folding umbrellas are popular, traditional oil paper umbrellas have receded, and there are fewer and fewer artists who can make handmade umbrellas.”

“However, there are still many powerful inheritances in China, such as the Luzhou oil paper umbrella, which have to go through more than 90 processes such as drama support, twisting, mesh edge, paper pasting, tie work, oiling, hoop roasting and so on.”

“The umbrellas made out of water soaked in water for 24 hours do not lose their bones, and the top five winds do not deform when walking, very impressive.”

“I don’t have that professional production tools, but the umbrella made to avoid the rain is enough.”

Hearing Ning Fei’s words, netizens were once again convinced by Ning Fei’s talent.

“Holy shit, the anchor can still make oil paper umbrellas?”

“What else is there that you can’t do?”

“Almighty!”

“Making oil paper umbrellas, it all sounds very rhythmic.”

“To be honest, I haven’t seen an oil paper umbrella until now.”

“Times are progressing, nylon umbrellas are definitely better and more convenient, but oil paper umbrellas are a tradition and can’t be lost.”

By this time, Ning Fei had already taken out a bamboo bone and was ready to start making an umbrella.

“Umbrella ribs must choose high-quality bamboo wood, and then saw the bamboo material into bamboo tubes of appropriate specifications.”

“When I was looking for Cuilong bamboo yesterday, I was also intentionally looking for the right bamboo wood, and this one is very suitable.”

“It’s best to choose one bamboo bone for the whole umbrella frame, so the colour, texture, and fit will be perfect.”

“The main grip has been chosen, the next step is to split the bamboo bone into one bamboo strip for support.”

With that said, Ning Fei took out tools such as saws and long knives, coupled with the blessing of “Extreme Swordsman” skills, and continuously decomposed the bamboo and wood into strips of bamboo.

“This split is too good, each bamboo strip looks the same size.”

“Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) means that watching the anchor break down the bamboo tube is really a pleasure.”