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The man from Huling County finally took out two cents and handed them to the county magistrate.

But when he handed it over, the expression on his face was very strange.

Father Song was whispering to his son from behind:

"He was definitely trying to miss out on those two cents just now."

Song Yao carefully observed the other party's expression and felt that his father was right.

The child expressed his disdain for this behavior:

"It's obvious that he wants to default on the debt, but he actually has the nerve to act like he's the county magistrate."

He thought this man was too thick-skinned.

Father Song was very convinced.

"Yao'er, we can't imitate him. Although our family is poor, we live an upright life. It's not our money. We don't take a penny."

Song Yao nodded: "I remember."

Father Song didn't forget to add: "Of course, it's our money and we can't take any less."

He took the opportunity to educate his children: "Do you know why this person so confidently wants to waste these two cents?"

"Because the county magistrate is so talkative. You can tell by looking at him that he didn't even want the 28 cents before. He just has a good temper, so those who want to take advantage of him will not take advantage of him and still think it's him. ”

"You must not imitate him, understand?"

Is the county magistrate good-tempered?

The child who had just been "retaliated" was deeply suspicious.

But he also felt that the county magistrate was being extravagant.

Even if you don't need 28 cents, it means that the county magistrate's mother is no longer in their county. Otherwise, if she sees him being so wasteful, she will definitely scold him.

As for why Song Yao was so sure even though he had never met the county magistrate's mother?

The child is very confident.

Aren’t all mothers like that?

When the county magistrate came back with Qi Mao Er, he saw Song Yao and his father huddled together, one big and one small muttering, and looking up at him from time to time.

he:"……"

Why do I always feel that these two people are talking about themselves.

The county magistrate came over with a dry cough:

"The money is already coming back. Comrade Song, don't worry, we will never tolerate this kind of behavior of deceiving the people, even if he is a cadre of Huling County, that's the same!"

The secretary was already counting the number of times he had deliberately emphasized, "This person is not from their county."

Father Song didn't realize that he was already very happy to get the money back.

In particular, the county magistrate ordered five kilograms of honey from him.

Although it was sold at a price of 1.7 yuan, for five kilograms, it was 8.5 yuan.

Father Song was happy all the way back.

"My dear son, you helped dad sell five kilograms of honey, and we can earn another eight and a half yuan."

Song Yao was very proud.

After all, what dad said was right. Their two big clients were both his friends.

Just now they went to see Sister Shengsheng.

Sister Shengsheng said that she had brought the honey back to her family. Her grandparents drank it and praised it, saying that the honey tastes good and is of good quality.

Maybe in a few days, Sister Shengsheng's relatives will come to them to order honey.

The child is held by his father's hand and listens to what he is doing:

"In this case, I can go to the next county in a few days. I heard that it is richer than our county, and maybe it can sell more."

In fact, to be more precise, it is not that the county next door is richer than theirs, but that their county is the poorest in the entire province.

Their county was once affluent in the past. It is said that even during the end of the country, there were music and music here every night, lights were on everywhere, and it was a typical city that never sleeps.

Later, when the war started, artillery fire destroyed most of the buildings, and those who had the ability and money to escape ran away. Those who were left behind were those who had no money or ability to escape and survive.

Now, the economy of their county is far inferior to that of other counties.

Song Yao and Song's father didn't know the above. They were born in this small county and had never left the county when they grew up. How could they know what the surrounding area was like.

The father and son are still happily dreaming:

"Maybe I can sell ten pounds of honey in the next county. That's how much it will cost. I'll do the math..."

Song Yao: "Dad, seventeen yuan."

Father Song's eyes lit up when he heard this: "That's a lot of money, okay, good son, wait until I come back to buy you a gift."

Song Yao immediately made a request: "I want a foot towel!"

Dad Song generously promised: "No problem, don't say one, dad will buy one for you and your grandparents!"

Song Yao was satisfied.

He also shared what he learned today:

"I found a thick book at the county government. After flipping through it for a long time, I found a fan. Dad, did you know? It turns out that fans existed more than two thousand years ago."

Father Song is not very interested in fans, but what happened more than two thousand years ago still made him energetic.

"Two thousand years ago? So early?"

"yes."

The child sighed with regret:

"I saw a lot of things invented a long time ago in that book, but if that dynasty disappears, the next dynasty will basically not use those inventions."

"If they keep using it and keep improving, maybe by our generation we will already have better fans, and we won't have to get them ourselves."

Father Song felt that he was just a child with whimsical ideas.

"You also said that it is the next dynasty. Even I know that the next dynasty will become the next one after the previous one was destroyed. They are enemies. Who would use the things of the enemy?"

Song Yao felt that what his father said made sense.

But I still feel regretful when I think about it.

There have been so many powerful people in the past. If they could study without worrying about anything at that time, they would definitely be able to create even more powerful things.

But at that time, there were either wars going on everywhere, and those people couldn't study it without paying any attention to anything, or they made things but were not taken seriously.

Thinking of this, the child became excited: "Although they can't do it, I can!"

Dad Song: "?"

Song Yao: "Our Zhongzhou Congress will always be here, so I can keep studying!"

Dad Song: ...What on earth is my son talking about?

He felt that children's thinking span was really too big, and he would never understand what Song Yao was thinking about every day.

After Song Yao cheered herself up, she turned to look at her father:

"Dad! Are you right what I said?!"

Dad Song: "Ah, yes, yes, what you said is right and very good. Dad thinks you are great."

The child then becomes more confident.

With perfect self-confidence, he decided to take his first step.

Draw a design!

Although there are still many things that he has not learned yet, I have to say that that book gave Song Yao a lot of inspiration.

He thought he might be able to try a simple practice first.

The principle of the fan remains unchanged. As long as he understands the principle clearly, he will be confident that he can make a fan clock.

The child excitedly began to formulate ideas in his mind.

Father Song looked excited when he saw him walking and asked curiously:

"Yao'er, what are you thinking about?"

Song Yao shared with him: "Dad, I was thinking that the way the fan drives power is roughly the same. The main problem is that the power sources are different.

So even if I haven’t learned the conservation of momentum yet and have only learned the lever principle and the swing principle, I can still try to make a simple small fan first, because the small fan only needs..."

Dad Song: "..."

Song Yao finished speaking happily and opened her eyes looking forward to seeing her father.

Father Song opened his eyes wide and tried to make himself look less uneducated: "...You think well, keep thinking."

Song Yao then continued to think happily.

Seeing that his son seemed to be in a learning state quickly, Song's father took out a small notebook and began to study hard.

It’s impossible not to learn.

His son was only eight years old and he couldn't understand what the other person said.

If this happens in a few years, wouldn't it be even further left behind?

Thinking of this, Song's father gritted his teeth and tried to immerse himself in learning.

I have to say that Song Yao's learning speed is really fast.

Along the way, he quickly mastered another knowledge point and became more confident in the next small experiment.

As soon as the child got home, he quickly ran to his small room, sat at the table and began to seriously draw the design of the first-generation fan.

He is very clear-headed and knows that now he is not trying to be the fan he wants, but the fan he can make.

So the design drawing of the fan is based on which part of the Song Yaohui is drawn.

The child first drew a version and then realized something was wrong.

This is just a fan used for experiments. If it is too big, it will not only waste wood, but also seem to be difficult to operate.

So he turned over the page and began to draw again.

Father Song poked his head at the door for a long time without being noticed by his son. He was debating whether to go in or not, when Grandma Song's voice suddenly came from behind him:

"What are you doing?"

Father Song was so frightened that he almost screamed.

"Mom, you scared me."

Grandma Song glanced at her son with disgust:

"You didn't do anything wrong. What are you afraid of? What's wrong with Yao'er? You've been sitting in the house writing and drawing since you came back from the county."

He didn't even look at his five precious chickens.

This is so abnormal.

Father Song doesn’t know either.

"It's probably that fan that's stirring him up again, right?"

Grandma Song thought for a while: "Is that the thing he said can make people cool?"

Father Song nodded: "Didn't he go to the county to look for a book today? He actually found it, saying that there was a fan more than two thousand years ago."

Grandma Song clicked her tongue: "After more than two thousand years, haven't you become a pile of bones?"

Father Song: "...Mom, our ancestors have not been born for more than two thousand years."

Grandma Song waved her hand nonchalantly: "They're all the same."

"Then our Yao'er is now making something that was made more than two thousand years ago? Oh, Yao'er is really promising."

Father Song didn't know why making something from two thousand years ago was enough to make a difference, although he felt that way for no reason.

After understanding what her grandson was doing, Grandma Song was satisfied and very proud.

She decided not to disturb her grandson's efforts, and took Father Song away by the way.

"I told you this morning to leave your notebook with me. You brat pretended not to hear me, right? If you delay my studies, see how I deal with you."

"Hey, mom, please be gentle, I was wrong, I'll give it to you right away."

Grandpa Song was chopping firewood. When he saw his wife and son coming out of the house, he immediately turned his back to them.

As if just overnight, the whole family fell in love with learning.

Even his wife fell for it.

Grandpa Song, who didn't like learning complex knowledge very much, discovered this and began to work hard to reduce his sense of existence.

My grandson loves to learn, that is a must.

My son loves to study, which is worthy of praise.

If your daughter-in-law loves to study, that is acceptable.

But he didn't expect that one day when he was sleeping well, his wife suddenly said to him: "Tian Duo, you should go and study too."

Grandpa Song refused.

He doesn't like studying.

He just wants to farm.

At such an old age, he just wants to cultivate the land at home and make some bamboo baskets to sell in the town in his free time.

Then eat three delicious meals a day, and sleep soundly at noon and night.

This is what Grandpa Song wants.

Rather than "you can learn it when you are older".

He is no longer a teenage boy, so what is the use of learning those dense words and knowledge.

However, based on Grandpa Song's understanding of Grandma Song, it might be okay for her to be fresh and energetic now. After a few days, she will find it difficult to study and doesn't want to give up, so she will definitely want to ask him to accompany her.

Wasn't this what Grandma Song was like when she learned to read?

She followed the call for literacy and worked hard to read, but it turned out to be too painful and difficult to persevere, so she came up with a good idea: to ask Grandpa Song to read together.

Grandpa Song will always remember the pain that he just wanted to farm, but was forced to learn various calligraphy every day.

So in order to avoid this situation, he decided to work more in the next few days.

Grandpa Song planned to show how busy he was as the head of the family and how much work he had to do, so he couldn't spare any time to study.

He chopped wood quickly, turning a deaf ear to the voices of Father Song and Grandma Song bargaining behind him.

Song Yao, who was working and finally finished drawing the design, came out of the room.

He happily ran to Grandpa Song:

"Grandpa, my fan design is ready, can you help me do it together?"

Grandpa Song didn’t even understand what a fan was, so he agreed immediately.

"no problem."

You see, he is still very busy.

There is no time to study.

Seeing that grandpa agreed, the child instantly became happy and held up his little book and handed it over:

"Grandpa, this is what you want to do!"

Grandpa Song took it and took a look.

Another look.

Take another look.

"Is this a...chicken?"

Song Yao was stunned for a moment: "No, grandpa, this is a fan, a hand-cranked fan."

Grandpa Song looked closely at it for a while, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was a chicken.

"Look here, the comb, the beak, and the feathers."

The child looked blank: "No, this is a circle, which means there is a circle outside the fan."

Grandpa Song: "..."

He looked at the irregular polygons drawn above carefully and said without conscience:

"If you erase all these extra things, it seems like it will really be a circle."

Song Yao then became happy again: "Yes, yes, I think so too."

Grandpa Song felt that his grandson needed to have his eyes checked.

"Grandpa, do you have any wood there? You need wood to make this."

In the past, even if his beloved grandson made such a request, Grandpa Song would not agree.

But now, I think about my daughter-in-law who loves studying wholeheartedly.

Grandpa Song immediately said that he could go to the mountain and chop some wood.

"About how big do you want it?"

Song Yao gestured excitedly: "It's just this big, this big is enough."

"But grandpa, don't just look for such a big piece of wood. There are a lot of trivial parts in it, plus the ones that may be broken, it's almost three times the size of such a big piece of wood."

Grandpa Song saw him gesticulating there and thought he should just carry a tree back.

Anyway, the leftovers can be used for firewood.

Very satisfied that he had one more thing to do, Grandpa Song went out happily.

He felt that this was killing three birds with one stone.

I coaxed my grandson to play with him and cultivated his relationship with him. He also made me look busy and produced a lot of firewood.

Oh, he is indeed very witty.

Song Yao was also happy to get help from his grandfather.

Otherwise, if his family didn't allow him to use a sharp knife, he really didn't know how he could make all the parts of the fan.

After being happy for a while, the child decided to continue doing business.

Because Song's father forgot to keep accounts and was short of money, Song Yao decided to write down every step of the experiment.

005 gave him suggestions enthusiastically:

[The host can give this experiment a number. 】

Song Yao heard the unfamiliar term and asked curiously: "What is a number?" 】

005: [Science is a great and endless road. Although this is the first time the host has made something, there will be countless times in the future.

In order to facilitate progress and recording, the host can number them, just like in the interstellar era, each planet has its own number. 】

Song Yao suddenly realized: [It's like me naming the chickens at home? In this way, after I finish eating, I will know whether the freshman or sophomore tastes better. 】

005 paused.

It always feels like something is wrong, but after running it, I found that the logic is smooth.

So he still expressed his agreement: [Yes, that’s it. 】

The child immediately became interested.

He was always enthusiastic about names.

He has never lost any of the toys his grandpa made for him since he was a child. They have all been named and placed neatly on the little shelf that his grandpa made for him.

Song Yao thought hard and finally thought of one:

[What do you think, call it fan number 0101? 】

Although he thought about such a simple name for a long time, 005, who has no sense of time, still mocked and applauded:

【Bah bang bang! I think this name is very good. 】

With 005's approval, the child's eyes turned into crescent moons when he smiled:

[I also think it’s great because it’s not only my first time making something, but also my first time making a fan, so I call it Fan 0101. 】

He told 005 his thoughts: [There are so many kinds of fans, this time it is 01. Next time I might have to make another one, that is 02.

If I don't do anything else next time, but do it according to the pattern of 01, it will be 0102. 】

005 understood: [The first 01 is used to distinguish the type, and the second 01 is used to distinguish the number of this type. 】

Song Yao nodded: [Yes, that's it. Am I very smart? "

005 immediately gave strong praise: [Yes host, you are very smart. 】

After deciding on a name, Song Yao went out to find a new notebook to write down his experimental records.

He held this small book and thought happily:

"The various things I research in the future will definitely fill this notebook."

005: [Yes! ! A host that can definitely do it! 】

The child started writing confidently.

"Fan 0101, used for blowing air, used for hand cranking, size..."

The child, who had not yet learned any measuring tools and did not have a ruler at home, stopped a little confused and looked down at his hands. He lowered his head confidently and continued:

"The size, the upper part is about the same size as my palm, the lower part is about the same length as my arm, um... the thickness is about the same."

As soon as he remembered it, he couldn't stop. He wrote two pages in one breath, listing all the tools and parts that needed to be used, making sure that nothing was left behind, and then he was satisfied...

At the end I drew a fan diagram.

Song Yao even learned how to disassemble the fan on the diagram and drew the various parts needed one by one (although the drawing was not very good).

After finishing the last stroke, the child picked it up with satisfaction and admired it for a while.

I checked it carefully again and found that nothing was missing, so I was satisfied and wrote "finished" at the end.

005, who had been waiting, immediately started blowing rainbow farts like crazy:

[The host is so awesome! Your fan will definitely do the trick! 】

And although this course was purchased in the hobby group, if Song Yao can really make it, it can determine that the host has completed the course.

That’s another huge amount of learning gained!

Just thinking about it makes AI’s blood boil.

Song Yao was already very confident, but after being praised by 005, he instantly became more confident.

He touched his little notebook as if he were touching a big treasure.

When Father Song came to find him, he saw his son touching the book with his chubby little hands. For some reason, his face was filled with love (?). He said:...

"Yao'er, did you write anything in this book?"

Song Yao came back to his senses and realized it was his father. He immediately handed over his notebook with excitement and pride:

"Dad, look, this is the fan 0101 plan I plan to do."

Father Song took it.

When I saw the first page, I praised: "This is a really good word."

When he reached the second page, he paused when he looked at the fan picture drawn by Song Yao at the back.

Why did Yao'er draw a chicken?

And what are these paintings on the back? Chicken butts, chicken bones, chicken heads?

Because of the lesson he learned last time, Father Song was wise and did not ask directly. Instead, he praised directly:

"This painting... is very realistic."

Song Yao was very happy: "Really? Do you also think the fan I painted is very real?"

Dad Song: It turns out that the fan looks like a chicken.

He thought about it in his mind, but still nodded on his face: "Yes, Dad thinks your painting is very good."

Song Yao was even happier.

Sure enough, he followed his mother and was very talented in painting.

The child happily took his notebook back and said, "I'm going to wait for grandpa!!"

He can't wait!

Seeing his son running all the way to the door and waiting there eagerly, Father Song strolled out to borrow a car.

He still has to go to Willow Leaf Village to get the plum tree back.

Someone saw him on the road and asked.

"Your son told my boy that he wants to make a fan. What is a fan? Is it similar to a fan?"

Father Song waved his hand: "It's almost the same, I don't know if it can be made.

That kid was very interested. He went to the county early this morning to check information. No, we just came back not long ago. "

Compared with the Song family who hardly believed it, the people in the village felt that it was really possible for Song Yao to be made.

The reason is, firstly, they don't know how to make a fan and thought it was not difficult, and secondly, Song Yao has laid a good foundation.

Their county used to be prosperous, but after the war, few old people and children survived, and much of the knowledge that had been passed down orally from ancestors could not be passed on.

For example, everyone has heard about insecticides, but no one knows how to do it. If you want to experiment, your family can barely eat enough. Who has the time and confidence to experiment with crops in the field? .

It turned out that at such a young age, Song Yao found out how to use pesticides.

Although he also found it from a book, it also proved that he was smart.

Compared to the Song family who could still see some shortcomings of Song Yao, the rest of the village saw that Song Yao was all good.

There is really nothing wrong with this child except that his skin is too white, his skin is too tender, and he is too short.

Even Teacher Xiao He said it himself that Song Yao was the smartest among the children.

So they all have confidence in Song Yao.

"If there is something more convenient than a fan, can it be printed in a book?"

"Hey, let alone printing a book. It's such a hot day. If Yao'er can really make something to keep me cool, I can even publish a book for him."

"Just brag. How much money do you have? Just publish a book for Yao'er. Even selling a book is very valuable."

The villagers chatted for a while and finally remembered to ask Dad Song:

"That fan, what does it look like?"

Father Song replied proudly:

"It's amazing. It's just like a big rooster. I guess the wind will either come out of the chicken's mouth or when the big rooster flaps its wings."

The villagers were all shocked.

"Can a big cock still produce wind?"

Father Song actually doesn’t know either, but that doesn’t stop him from having a reasonable basis based on his own imagination:

"Then why not? Even if it is a really big rooster, there is still wind when it flies."

Everyone thinks so too.

The wind is quite strong when the big rooster flies.

Looking at it this way, it seems that the fan looks like a big rooster, which makes sense.

Father Song chatted for a while and then left.

He still had to come back with the plum tree before dark.

The villagers who were not busy continued to chat.

So when Teacher He finished the lesson plan for the next day and was about to go out to enjoy the cool air, she heard the name of her student.

She had already placed Song Yao in the position of "the smartest student" in her heart. When she heard the name, she couldn't help but pricked her ears and leaned closer.

"Yao'er is going to make something called a rooster fan. I heard that the rooster can blow air, which is awesome."

Teacher Xiao He: "?"

Rooster? fan?

What is this all about?

She found that the people in Dashu Village were really united.

When children find something to play with, they can all get together and discuss it happily as if it is a new thing.

And now the discussion point has shifted from rooster fans to whether roosters are delicious or hens are delicious (how did it change?).

Needless to say, the atmosphere in the village is indeed first-rate.

Even boring questions like whether roosters are delicious or hens are delicious can be discussed in full swing.

So Teacher Xiao He said firmly: "I think hens are delicious and hen soup is delicious."

"Teacher Xiao He, the hen you are talking about is a hen that can still lay eggs. That kind of soup is the most nourishing, but who would be willing to stew such a hen?"

"If you ask me, rooster chicken is better. It's juicy and meaty."

"No, no, no, it's better to use hens. Even if it's an old hen that doesn't lay eggs, it's still a masterpiece."

Everyone enthusiastically led Teacher He to discuss "Hundred Ways to Make Chicken" for more than half an hour.

As a result, she always felt her stomach growling when she went back, and her mind was filled with all kinds of ways to eat chicken.

Teacher He was a little greedy and wondered if she would like to raise some chickens too?

Not only do you have eggs to eat every day, you can also eat chicken.

By the way, Song Yao said that he likes to eat eggs, and she can share them with him. After all, this is the student she has the highest hopes for.

Hey, wait, let’s talk about Song Yao.

At first everyone seemed to be talking about the cock fan made by Song Yao, right?

Teacher He went back, stroking his growling stomach.

Anyway, tomorrow is Monday, and she plans to ask the student she values ​​most tomorrow what the cock fan is for.

At this moment, Song Yao was also thinking about Teacher He.

There was no other way. The only person he knew in reality who had education and knowledge and was close to him was Teacher He.

So when he encountered a problem, he wanted to go to her for advice.

But thinking that it was almost dark outside, Song Yao could only regretfully give up this idea for the time being.

The child squatted on the ground, instructing his grandfather to make the wood into the shape he wanted, while working hard to piece together the pieces in his hands.

He boasted happily to his grandfather:

"Grandpa, although this is just a hand-cranked fan, when I learn other more advanced fans, I will definitely make a fan for you and grandma and dad that can move without hand-cranking."

Grandpa Song felt that he was completely imagining things.

But fortunately, I also wanted to show that I was busy, so I didn't mind sitting on the small bench and working.

Seeing his grandson talking happily, he smiled and said:

"You should just come to me for this kind of thing. I am the best carpenter in the whole village."

Song Yao was pleasantly surprised: "Wow! Grandpa, you are so awesome!"

"Grandpa, are you also self-taught?"

He only knew that grandpa could make things with bamboo, but he had never heard that grandpa could also do carpentry?

Grandpa Song didn't know what his grandson was thinking.

In his eyes, if he can make a small bench or use wood to build a threshold, isn't that all carpentry work?

So rounding things off, he can do carpentry no problem.

"Grandpa learned it by himself. How could I find anyone to teach me when I was young?"

Song Yao's eyes were bright, and she looked at him with even more admiration.

"Grandpa, you are so amazing!! You can be self-taught without anyone teaching you!"

I can't blame him for being so smart!

It turns out that grandpa is also a smart man! !

After Song Yao finished praising his grandfather, he felt more confident.

"I originally thought it might take several experiments to make the fan, but now it seems that with your help, grandpa, I can make it soon!"

The child was full of motivation: "Okay! Continue!"

Grandpa Song laughed: Oh, my grandson is so funny.

I've done the experiment several times, and it's pretty decent.

The movement of his hand didn't stop. Although he was doing it according to Song Yao's request, what he was thinking about was that it was so thin and thick and this size was really good.

It's just right to light a fire.

Not bad, it looks like I won’t have to chop wood for a while in the future.

"No grandpa, this part is not like this."

Just as he was thinking about it, Song Yao gestured and handed over a small part: "There should be a little hook here."

Then the child handed another one over: "Look, it looks like this one."

Grandpa Song held two small parts and looked left and right, feeling that they looked exactly the same.

"Isn't this the same?"

"Different."

The child was not in a hurry and explained patiently:

"This part needs to have a balanced connection with other places."

"It's like these gears. They must be able to fit together, because the big gear has to have a small gear. If they don't fit together, they won't be able to drive force."

Grandpa Song: ...This is all nothing.

Seeing that he didn't seem to understand, Song Yao was even more surprised than his expression.

"Grandpa, don't you know this?"

Grandpa Song: "..."

He was confused for a moment: "...Should I know?"

Song Yao's eyes widened: "Shouldn't these people be able to do carpentry?"

The child counted on his fingers:

"I don't really understand. It seems that just to join wood, there are tenon and nail combinations, glue, and hardware... That's what the book says."

This topic was only brought up when he was learning to fan the clock. Song Yao was able to remember it thanks to his good memory.

After telling what he knew, he looked at Grandpa Song expectantly: "Grandpa, do you know these things?"

Grandpa Song, who only knows how to play a small bench, felt a little guilty: "Should I know it...or not..."

He didn't seem to have heard anyone say that to do carpentry, you need to know these things.

But just now he was boasting about Haikou in front of his grandson, but now he is timid, and Grandpa Song is embarrassed.

He looked left and right, but didn't look at Song Yao: "Yao'er, did you read all this in books?"

Song Yao didn't realize that her grandfather was changing the subject, so she nodded obediently: "Yes."

"Grandpa, I only found out after reading a book that our carpenters in Zhongzhou are really amazing. As long as we have wood, they can make anything."

The child looked at him with admiration: "Grandpa, you are actually a carpenter, you are so awesome!"

Grandpa Song: "...this, me, that...your grandma has called for dinner, go and eat."

"Have a meal!"

Song Yao touched his belly and jumped up.

He has been hungry for a long time, but there is still roast rabbit to eat today. It tastes better when he is hungry.

Grandpa Song slowly followed his grandson.

Grandma Song put the dishes on the table and was directing Dad Song, who had just returned, to wash his hands when she looked up and saw him.

Hey, why do you feel like your wife has become weak?

Didn't you have fun with Yao'er just now?

Grandpa Song's wilting continued until the next morning.

In the morning, Dad Song yawned and opened the door, and immediately went to get the small notebook on the table.

As a result, when I touched it, I found nothing.

"Huh?"

He looked around confusedly, and when he couldn't find it, he went out and asked Grandma Song who was lighting the fire:

"Mom, did you take that notebook again?"

Mrs. Song didn't even scold him in reply: "Look at you, I don't care how busy I am, you are too lazy to do anything.

You didn't get up until this point in your sleep. Your father disappeared early in the morning. There are three men in the family, and only your son is in charge. I owe you all in your previous life. Your father can still do some work, so you just go day by day. You only know how to eat and what to watch, but why don’t you come over and light the fire for me! "

Father Song was scolded early in the morning and went to light the fire.

Bewildered while lighting the fire.

No, if the book is not with him or with his mother, it can still fly.

On the roof, Grandpa Song looked down cautiously and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one was paying attention to him.

He continued to read the book in his hand with peace of mind.