Holding the machete, Li Xiang and his father went to the riverbank and, finding the willow, climbed up.
Now, the lower branches were already chopped off by others, so they had to climb higher to find suitable ones.
The willow branches shouldn't be too thin or too thick; finger-width is just right.
"Li Xiang, be careful, don't fall down."
"Don't worry. This height is nothing to me."
With his current skills, if he fell while climbing a willow tree, it would be quite surprising.
"That's enough, six branches are sufficient."
With a series of swift chops, Li Xiang cut down six fine-looking willow branches and carried them home.
His mother had also finished cutting the five-colored paper by then and tied the paper to the willow branches with string.
Though the store had ready-made five-colored paper that could just be tied on the willow branches, his mother felt it wasn't sincere that way.
Handmade ones were more satisfactory.
