The two of them looked at Bai Erlang who was buried in eating snacks.
Bai Erlang didn't even raise his head, "If you don't mind me coming, then I'll come."
The two immediately turned their heads, "Forget it, let's figure out a way by ourselves."
Both children love books very much, so they can't tear up these pages, can they? Nor can you give the whole book to the carpenter, what if he breaks it
Moreover, Man Bao and Bai Shanbao subconsciously knew that this agricultural book was very important and should not be read to others easily.
Bai Shanbao scratched his face in distress, is it too late to learn how to draw now
Of course it was too late.
When Mrs. Zheng brought them snacks, she saw three children sitting on their desks, two of them were worrying about drawing, and one was worrying about doing homework.
Every time Bai Erlang, who was sitting next to him doing his homework, was so irritable that he couldn't continue writing, he would look up at the two people next door who were frowning and drawing, and then held back and continued to do their homework.
The two people next to him are always more unlucky than him, aren't they
He is a kid who can do homework, but they don't even have time to do their homework, so they can only draw first.
Zheng Shi glanced at them and saw that they were painted black, so she couldn't help but said: "This is not how it was painted."
Man Bao and Bai Shanbao raised their heads abruptly, looking at Mrs. Zheng with sparkling eyes.
"Mom, can you draw?"
Mrs. Zheng hesitated for a moment, "Know some."
Man Bao immediately put down the pen and jumped off the chair, graciously supported Zheng Shi to sit in her seat, and handed her the pen and ink, "Come here, auntie."
Zheng was a little hesitant.
Bai Shanbao nodded again and again, quickly rubbed the black and out-of-shape paintings of him and Man Bao aside, and spread out a large white drawing paper for her again.
Mrs. Zheng looked at her son Liang Jingjing eagerly, so she couldn't help taking the brush from Man Bao's hand, hesitated for a while, and said, "What you want to draw is the new farm tool you're talking about?"
The two children nodded.
Zheng didn't understand Nongsang, so she didn't see any difference, but she still knew a little about painting, and she was very good at drawing flowers.
So I thought about it and said, "Is this drawing in proportion? I need to get the ruler, I will use that drawing."
Bai Shanbao and Man Bao graciously brought her a ruler, handed her snacks and poured water.
It was the first time for Mrs. Zheng to enjoy such treatment with her two children. The corners of her mouth could not help but twitch. After rejecting Man Bao's snacks, she lowered her head and concentrated on drawing.
The graduate student is very considerate, the structure of the plow given is separated, and the principle of assembly is also explained.
So Mrs. Zheng had to draw all those components one by one, with data marked on them.
Zheng also copied it down.
Man Bao looked at it carefully, and said to Bai Shanbao, "It's more beautiful than your painting, and it looks like it."
"It's better than yours too."
Bai Erlang couldn't help but leaned up to take a look.
Bai Shanbao waved his hands in disgust, "Hurry up and do your homework."
Mrs. Zheng also disliked their noise, so she waved at them, "You guys go do your homework too."
Bai Shanbao and Man Bao dragged two other chairs and sat behind Bai Erlang's desk, and the three of them shared a desk.
Bai Erlang, who sat alone across from the two of them: ...
Man Bao took out his homework, and seeing Bai Erlang stunned, he asked, "What are you doing, you finished your homework?"
Bai Erlang snorted, put away his homework, and said, "I won't do homework with you."
Although their homework is different, Bai Erlang still feels beaten, so he doesn't want to sit at the same table with them and do homework.
Bai Erlang left, Man Bao and Bai Shanbao didn't mind, and continued to do their homework with their heads down.
Mr. Zhuang will not give them less homework just because they have more than 100 acres of big toys.
Man Bao and Bai Shanbao carefully compared the drawn pattern, and after confirming that there was no problem, they folded it and handed it to Daji, who took him to the county town to find a carpenter to see if the thing could be typed out.
Of course Daji didn't go to the county seat, he handed it over to another servant.
Mrs. Liu said that the members of the family, Bai Shanbao and Manbao, have used them casually, as long as they are doing serious things.
When the weather got colder and colder, all the yams of the old Zhou family were dug out, and after the seeds were saved, the servant of the Bai family finally brought back a plow from the county seat.
Master Bai and Lao Zhou couldn't help but join in the fun.
Of course, Master Bai didn't quite understand this, so he took a step back and handed over the home game to Old Zhou.
Old Zhou touched it curiously, and said, "It's not much different from the plow we usually use. Well, it's much shorter here, and it's still curved..."
Man Bao encouraged him, "Father, try it and see if it works."
"Okay." Old Zhou looked at his sons.
Zhou Dalang and Zhou Zhoulang stepped forward to pull the plow obediently, and Master Bai hurriedly said, "There are cows at home."
After that, let someone pull the cow over.
Old Zhou Tou waved his hand and said, "No, no, I'm used to using people, but I'm not used to using cattle."
Every year for spring plowing, there are cattle in Qili Village that are used in rotation, which are allotted by the imperial court. Of course, they are raised in Dali Village.
It takes a long time to get the turn of Lao Zhou's family. Of course, it is impossible for Lao Zhou to wait his turn to plow the land, so he often uses people to pull the plow, and when his turn comes, he will plant the relatively barren fields that have not had time to plant.
Zhou Dalang and Zhou Zhoulang put the rope on their shoulders, and walked forward after the old Zhou Tou helped the plow.
After walking for a short distance, the two of them couldn't help but gasp, stopped and looked back.
Old Zhoutou also sensed the mystery, stopped the plow and rolled the soil with his feet, then squatted down and measured the depth with his hands.
He looked at his two sons and asked, "Is it hard?"
Zhou Dalang said: "If you don't eat, you will save a lot of energy than before."
Old Zhou nodded and said, "I also feel that the plow is a little lighter, but the field can be plowed deeper than before."
Master Bai also came up to him and asked, "Is it because this is a new plow that the plow was deeper?"
Old Zhou took a look at this layman, despised him in his heart, and then said with a smile on his face: "Xinli is one thing, but the most important thing is that this thing is good, and I don't know how it saves effort. , but even if two new plows are put together, this one will save more labor.”
Zhou Dalang and Zhou Zhoulang nodded. They have been pulling the plow all the year round, and they are most familiar with the strength of the plow.
It's winter now, the ground is dry and hard, and it's not easy to plow.
The two brothers looked at each other and decided that they had to experience the new plow again, so they said, "Let's try pulling it again."
Old Zhou also wanted to try again.
So he helped the plow again, and walked to the end under the pull of his two sons. When he and his two sons were about to move the plow and turn around, Man Bao hurriedly said: "This plow can turn."
After pondering for a while, everyone understood what Man Bao meant by being able to turn. This means that the whole plow can be turned as long as the tail is lifted without having to move the whole plow.
Old Zhou Tou couldn't put it down even more, even Zhou Dalang and Zhou Zhoulang couldn't help but stepped forward to touch it, and asked, "Man Bao, did you make this plow tool?"
"It's not me, it's a carpenter, and I don't know how to do carpentry."