Wicker rubbing thread and cotton, rubbing enough to fly a kite.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
There is no better way.