Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 353 Plough

  The two looked at Shirajiro, who was immersed in snacks.

   Bai Erlang didn't lift his head, "If you don't worry about me coming, then I will come."

  The two immediately turned their heads, "Forget it, let's figure out our own way."

  The two children love books very much, can't you tear up these pages? I can't give the whole book to the carpenter. What if he breaks it?

  And Man Bao and Bai Shanbao subconsciously know that this agricultural book is very important and cannot be easily read.

  Bai Shanbao scratched his face in distress. Is it too late to learn to paint now?

  Of course it’s too late.

  When Zheng gave them snacks, they saw three children sitting on their desks, two were drawing distressedly, and one was distressed doing homework.

  Shirajiro, who was sitting next to his homework, looked up at the two people who were frowning and drawing pictures every time he was so upset that he couldn't keep on writing, and then he pressed down and continued to do his homework.

  The two people next to him are worse than him, aren’t they?

  He is a kid who can do homework, but they can't even do the homework, so they can only paint first.

  Zheng took a look and saw that they painted dark, he couldn't help but said: "This is not painted like this."

  Man Bao and Bai Shanbao raised their heads and looked at Zheng with bright eyes.

   "Mother, can you paint?"

  Zheng hesitated for a moment, "I will do some."

  Man Bao immediately put down the pen and jumped out of the chair, graciously helped Zheng to sit down in her place, picked up the pen and dipped the ink and handed it to her, "Auntie, come."

  Zheng hesitated.

  Bai Shanbao nodded his head again and again, and quickly rubbed his and Manbao's black and dark paintings aside, and spread her a white, large drawing paper again.

  The Zheng met his son with gleaming eyes, and he couldn't help taking the pen in Man Bao's hand. He hesitated and said, "This is the new farm tool you are painting?"

  The two children nodded.

  Zheng did not understand Nongsang and did not see any difference, but she still knew a little about painting, and she was also very good at painting flowers.

   Therefore, he thought for a while and said, "Is this drawing in proportion? I have to get a ruler. I will use that drawing."

  Bai Shanbao and Manbao graciously took her a ruler, handed her snacks and poured water.

  It was the first time that Zheng enjoyed such treatment with two children. He couldn't help but pick up the corners of his mouth. After rejecting Manbao's dim sum, he lowered his head and concentrated on painting.

  The graduate student is very considerate. The structure of the plough is separate and the principle of assembly is also explained.

  So Zheng wanted to draw all those parts one by one, and also marked the data.

  Zheng also copied it down.

  Man Bao looked at it carefully, and said to Bai Shan Bao: "It is more beautiful than your painting, and it looks like it."

   "It's better than what you painted."

  Shirajiro couldn't help but leaned forward and took a look.

  Bai Shanbao waved his hand in disgust, "Hurry up and write your homework."

  Zheng also disliked their noisyness, so he waved at them, "You guys also do your homework."

  Bai Shanbao and Manbao dragged two other chairs and sat behind Bai Erlang's desk. The three shared a desk.

  Shirajiro, who sat across from the two of them alone:...

  Man Bao took out his homework. Seeing Bai Erlang dumbfounded, he asked, "What are you doing? The homework is finished?"

   Bai Erlang snorted, put away the homework, and said: "I won't do homework with you."

  Although their homework is different, Shirajiro still feels blown away, so he doesn't want to sit at the same table with them to do homework.

  Bai Erlang is gone, Man Bao and Bai Shanbao don't mind, they continue to bow their heads to do their homework.

  Mr. Zhuang will not give them less assignments just because they have more than 100 acres of big toys.

  The drawn pattern was carefully compared between Manbao and Bai Shanbao. After confirming that there was no problem, they folded it and gave it to Daji. Daji took it to the county town to find a carpenter to see if he could type it out.

  Of course, Daji did not go to the county seat. He changed hands and handed it over to another family.

  Liu said, the family members 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 from the Zhou family were dug out. After the seeds were preserved, the Bai family’s family finally brought back a plow from the county seat.

  Master Bai and Lao Zhoutou couldn't help but join in the fun.

  Of course, Mr. Bai didn't understand this very well, so he took a step back and handed the home court to Mr. Zhou.

   Lao Zhou touched his head curiously, and said: "It's not much worse than the plough we usually use, um, it's much shorter here, it's still curved..."

  Man Bao encouraged him, "Father, you try to see if it works."

   "Okay." Old Zhou looked at his sons.

  Zhou Dalang and Wednesday Lang obediently stepped forward to pull the plow, and Master Bai quickly said: "There are cows at home."

   After talking, let someone pull the cow over.

  Lao Zhou waved his head and said, "No, no, I'm used to people, but I'm not used to using cattle."

  Every year in spring ploughing, Qili Village is used by cow wheels. It was allocated by the imperial court. Of course, it was raised in Dali Village.

  It takes a long time to get Lao Zhou’s turn. Of course, Lao Zhoutou can’t wait until it’s his turn to plow, so people often pull the plow and wait until it’s his turn to plant the barren fields that haven’t had time to plant.

  Zhou Dalang and Wednesday Lang put the rope on their shoulders, and walked forward after Lao Zhou’s head helped the plow.

  After a short walk, the two of them couldn't help but snorted, stopped and looked back.

  Lao Zhoutou also felt the mystery, stopped the plow and ran the soil out of the plow with his feet, and then squatted down to measure the depth with his hands.

  He looked at his two sons and asked, "Are you struggling?"

   Zhou Dalang said: "If you don't eat, it will save much effort than before."

  Lao Zhou nodded, and said, "I feel lighter with the plow, but this field can be plowed deeper than before."

  Master Bai also came up and asked: "Is it because this is a new plow, so the plow is deeper?"

Lao Zhoutou glanced at the layman, despised him in his heart, and smiled on his face: "Xin Li is one aspect, but the most important thing is that this thing is good, and I don’t know how it saves effort. , But just put two new plows together, which is also more labor-saving."

  Zhou Dalang and Wednesday Lang nodded. They are people who pull the plow all the year round, and they are most familiar with the strength of Shi.

  It's winter now, and the ground is dry and hard, but it's not easy to plow.

  The two brothers looked at each other and decided to experience this new plow again, so they said, “Let’s try again.”

  Lao Zhoutou 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 was about to turn the plow with his two sons, Man Bao hurriedly said: "This plow can turn."

  After pondering for a while, everyone understood what Man Bao said about being able to turn. This does not require the entire movement, as long as the tail of the plough is lifted, the entire turn can be turned.

  Lao Zhoutou couldn’t put it down even more, even Zhou Dalang and Wednesday Lang couldn’t help but touch them and asked, “Man Bao, you made this plow?”

  "It's not me, it's a carpenter. I can't do carpentry."

  (End of this chapter)