Farmer’s Blessed Girl

The two of them looked at Shiro Erlang, who was eating snacks beside him.

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

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

Both children love books very much, can't they just tear up these pages? Also can't 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 easily.

Bai Shanbao scratched his face in distress, is it too late to learn to draw now?

Of course it was too late.

When Mr. Zheng brought them snacks, he saw three children sitting on their desks, two struggling to draw and one to do their homework.

Bai Erlang, who was sitting next to him doing his homework, looked up at the two people next door who were frowning and drawing every time he was so irritable that he couldn't write any more, and then he pressed down and continued to do his homework.

The two people next to him are always more unlucky than him, aren't they?

He is a child who can do homework, but they can't even do their homework in time, so they can only paint first.

Zheng Shi glanced at them and saw that they were painted darkly, and couldn't help but say, "This is not how they were painted."

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

"Mother, can you draw?"

Zheng Shi hesitated for a moment, "I will."

Man Bao immediately put down the pen and jumped out of the chair, and attentively helped Zheng Shi to sit down in her place, and handed it to her, "Auntie, come here."

Zheng was a little hesitant.

Bai Shanbao had already nodded repeatedly, and quickly rubbed his and Manbao's few black and disfigured paintings aside, and laid out a blank, large piece of paper for her again.

Zheng Shi met his son Liangjingjing with his eyes wide, so he couldn't help taking the pen in Man Bao's hand, hesitating for a while, and then said, "This is the new farm tool you are talking about?"

The two children nodded.

Zheng Shi didn't understand Nong Sang and didn't see any difference, but she still knew a little about painting, and she was also very good at painting flowers.

So I thought about it and said, "This painting has to be in proportion, right? You have to bring a ruler. I will use that painting."

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

It was the first time for Zheng Shi to enjoy such treatment with two children. The corner of his mouth couldn't help raising his eyebrows. After rejecting Man Bao's dessert, he lowered his head and concentrated on drawing.

The graduate student is very considerate, the structure of the plow is separated, and the principle of assembly is also explained.

So Mr. Zheng had to draw all those parts one by one, with the data marked on them.

Zheng Shi also copied it down.

Man Bao looked at it carefully, and said to Bai Shanbao, "It's better than what you drew, and it looks like it."

"It's better than yours."

Bai Erlang couldn't help but leaned up and took a look.

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

Zheng Shi also disliked them for being noisy, so he also waved at them, "You guys also do your homework."

Bai Shanbao and Man Bao dragged two more chairs to sit behind Bai Erlang's desk, and the three shared a desk.

Bai Erlang sitting alone opposite them:  …

Man Bao took out his homework, and when Bai Erlang was dumbfounded, he asked, "What are you doing, the homework is finished?"

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

Although their homework is different on both sides, 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 lower their heads to do their homework.

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

The drawn pattern was carefully compared by Man Bao and Bai Shanbao. After confirming that there was no problem, he folded it up and handed it to Daji, who took it to the county town to find a carpenter to see if he could type it out.

Of course, Daji didn't go to the county seat, so he handed it over to another servant.

Liu said that the family members Bai Shanbao and Manbao have used it casually, as long as they are doing serious things.

When the weather became colder and colder, the old Zhou family's yams were dug up, and after the seeds were kept, the Bai family's family finally brought back a plough from the county seat.

Master Bai and Lao Zhoutou 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 court to Lao Zhoutou.

Old Zhou Tou touched it curiously and said, "It's not much different from the plow we use on weekdays. 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 Tou looked at his sons.

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

After that, let someone pull the cow over.

Old Zhoutou waved his hand and said, "No, no, I'm used to using people, but I'm not used to using cows."

Every spring ploughing, Qili Village is used by ox wheels, which were distributed by the imperial court and, of course, raised in Dali Village.

It takes a long time to get the old Zhou's turn. Of course, it is impossible for the old Zhoutou to wait for his turn to plow the land, so people often pull the plough, and when it is his turn, he will go to the more barren fields that have not yet been planted.

Zhou Dalang and Zhou Zhoulang put the rope on their shoulders, and walked forward after the old Zhoutou had helped the plow.

After walking for a short distance, the two of them couldn't help but let out a groan and stopped to look back.

Old Zhoutou also felt the mystery, stopped the plough 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, "Is it hard?"

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

Old Zhou nodded and said, "I feel a little lighter when I hold the plough, but the land 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?"

Old Zhoutou glanced at the layman, despised him in his heart and said with a smile on his face: "The new plow is one aspect, but the most important thing is that this thing is good, I don't know why it saves effort. , but even if you put two plows that are the same new together, this one is more labor-saving.”

Zhou Dalang and Zhou Sanlang nodded. They are people who have been pulling plows all the year round, and they are most familiar with the strength of the messenger.

In winter now, the ground is dry and hard, and it is not easy to plow.

The brothers looked at each other and decided that they had to experience the new plow again, so they said, "Let's try it again."

Old Zhou also wanted to try again.

So he helped the plow again, and was pulled to the end by the two sons. When he was about to turn the plow with his two sons, Manbao quickly said, "This plow can turn."

Everyone pondered for a while before they understood what Man Bao meant by being able to turn. This meant that there was no need to move the whole thing, as long as the tail of the plow was lifted, the whole turn could be turned.

Old Zhoutou couldn't put it down even more. Even Zhou Dalang and Zhou Zhoulang couldn't help but touched them and asked, "Manbao, did you make this plow?"

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