The public transporter has an artificial lake dug out by hand. The water is clear. Because it is filled with living water, the lake water comes from Luoshui. After the public transporter has circled around, it returns to Luoshui. As for the high-bottom drop, since There are clever mechanisms to solve it.
As long as it is leisure time, I like to go fishing in the middle of the lake with a pedal boat, which is called self-cultivation.
This pedal boat does not need oars, and the boat rider needs only one pedal, and the boat can move forward on its own. This seems extraordinarily magical to outsiders, but in Wu Zheng's opinion, it is almost like a bicycle, and it is a lot in the park of his own time.
As usual, the public transporter rode the boat to the center of the lake and stopped on the nest he made yesterday. Anchor the boat, put a small table on the bow, light a hearty pot of sandalwood, cook a pot of good mountain tea, and then take out his beloved fishing rod and throw out the bait leisurely .
He glanced at the floating buoy in the waves, inserted the fishing rod in his hand in the bow, and then turned around to the small case and began to enjoy the tea he carefully cooked.
A bowl of tea is underwater, the fish hasn't bitten the hook yet, and there is no need to worry about the public loss. He lay in front of the small case with the tea bowl, just like the sleeping Arhat in the temple, dazed and leisurely, shaking his head lightly. He hummed the little tune that no one understood. Seeing his look like Brother Pig, it is not a good word to hum.
He just returned home to lose plum blossoms, did not find him in the study, so he ran directly to this small lake, standing under the withered willows on the lakeshore, and looking at him, he really was fishing in the lake, so he untied the shore and shook it. The scull came slowly.
The small water wave that was pushed away shook the boat of the public transporter, and the minor tune in the public transporter's mouth suddenly closed. When he opened his eyes to see that it was his son, he took a sip of tea and moistened his throat and asked, "I'm back so early. Isn’t it possible that things are turning yellow again!"
Gong Yumei leaned the boat over and bowed to the public and said: "This time, as my father said, Master did not refuse, but it was only half."
"Half?" Suddenly sat up and said: "What do you mean? Is it accomplished or not?"
Gong Shumei said: "Master said that learning lies in communication, so he wants to use our family's "Tian Ji Jia Yi Sutra" to observe and observe."
"What? No, the "Tian Ji Jia B Sutra" is my father's secret collection. How did that kid learn about this sutra?" Speaking of this, Gong Chu looked at his son, and asked like a father who knows his son: "Could it be that you didn't tell him!"
"The master asked if there are any classics on engineering in our family, and the son said."
"Is it possible to talk to people indiscriminately?" Angrily said, "You kid don't know how important this book is to our public losers? That's the true skill from the ancestors, and it can't be said to be killed. Yes, why did you casually tell you that master who didn't know the so-called?"
Gong Shumei said: "But the things in that book have been so many years old, and it has long been a rare thing for the world."
"You know what a damn!" Gong Zhuji said with a look of hatred for iron and steel: "Do you really think that the old ancestors taught all the crafts and did not leave a hand for the descendants of our public losers? You don't think it is rare. That's because you are a kind of public loser. It is good for the craftsmen of the world to learn half of the skills in the book. Even the first-rate masters must get this book.
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if the craftsmanship developed by the craftsmen in this world is almost the same as that of the ancestors, this book is also an ancient book for thousands of years! This alone is a priceless treasure. Why don't you guys even understand this? "
After the explanation of the public loss, Mei suddenly felt that he had said something wrong today, and said hurriedly: "Father, don't worry, the master said that it was just borrowing to observe and observe, and to use academic exchanges."
"Shit, this thing is really going to be in that bastard's hands, do you think he will come back again?"
"Then or you are a kid, let's tell the master that we won't borrow this book."
"No, what you said is light." Gongzhu said irritably: "For my father, I asked you, you said that the apprenticeship was half done. Is the other half missing the secret book of our public loser? ?"
Gong Shumei nodded: "The Master of Six Ceremonies has already received his apprenticeship, and now I have to send the child to take our family's "Tian Ji Jia B Sutra",... (End of this chapter)