What am I thinking when I'm cheating on the male supporting role [Transmigration Book]

"Pump?" Xie An tilted his head, staring childishly at the object painted like a dog bone by Master Han, the soul painter.

"It's just for blowing on Ju." Han Jiao explained.

"Oh..." Xie An nodded in embarrassment, paused, and reminded Mr. Han tactfully: "Most of the balls we play in the palace are made of bamboo skeleton, which can be wrapped with several layers of thick skin. Goose feather balls feel much better and are stronger than blown balls."

Han Jiao could see that Xie An was a bit disgusted with his sketch idea.

This is normal. Ancient Cuju did have balls with an inflatable liner, which uses animal bladders as the liner, such as pig urine bubbles that can be blown into balls and are strong. When they are blown up, they are tied with ropes. Folk children play Cuju. Mostly it is this kind of simple natural ball, but it is too light in texture, not to mention that it is not very powerful to kick.

The cujus played by the little masters in the palace are much more particular, taking into account weight, firmness, and elastic foot feel, so most of them are carefully selected bamboo inner pots, and the outer layer of the ball can use good quality. Wrapped in leather, the foot feel is closer to modern leather balls than folk hair-stuffed balls.

But such a ball, after all, is not as uniform and flexible as air, so Han Jiao plans to let the real ball be born in advance for the big boss.

Han Jiao pointed to the pentagonal leather draft on his manuscript paper, and explained: "Although this kind of ball has an inflatable inner liner, it is the same as the bamboo bone ball. It is cut and sewn with the above-mentioned high-quality leather material. Its elasticity And the flight trajectory under force is better than the inflatable liner ball you have seen before. I guess, it is sewn with eighteen pieces of sheepskin, which is much smoother than the bamboo bone ball, and it will not be hit by the toes. Kicking crookedly at the hollowed out part of the bamboo bone, the feeling of the foot is absolutely unmatched by any previous cuju."

"Really?" Xie An was a little surprised. This kind of words sounded too whimsical. To others, Xie An would definitely make a face to express his disdain, but Mr. Xiaobai is an omnipotent and powerful person in his heart. It didn't look like he was joking, Xie An got a little excited.

"Since the minister dares to show his shame in front of His Highness, it is naturally not a lie."

Xie An looked carefully at the straw paper, and asked: "Sir, do you want to sew a ball directly and inflate it? Our brothers have also imagined this kind of ball before, and the chief of the Eighth Bureau of the palace has been messing with it for several times. The leather ball without a skeleton is not difficult to blow, but it is difficult to seal, and it will collapse when kicked hard, so it must be supported by a bamboo skeleton."

Han Jiao turned over the second page of the manuscript and began to explain the special features of the new ball to Xie An: "The leather ball has a special blowing port, so it is easy to leak air, but the ball I envisioned uses a special feature. Sealed with elastic glue, the air hole is only as thin as an embroidery needle. After blowing air, the air hole will be closed naturally. Not only do you not have to worry about kicking the ball hard, you can even kick it for two, three, five or six days without seeing it Leak."

Xie An was stunned, and looked at Mr. Han stupidly with his small mouth open, and it took him a while to recover his voice: "A hole as big as the eye of a needle, can you still blow air?"

Han Jiao turned out the first page of manuscript paper again: "So I prepared this special pump again, which can fully inflate the ball without blowing it hard, pressing it with hands or even stepping on it."

Xie An looked confused, looked at the crooked drawings on the draft paper, and then at Mr. Han's firm expression, and muttered softly, "But how do you do this?"

Han Jiao said solemnly: "This is exactly where I need your Highness's help. This idea is definitely feasible, but the handwork is too rough, and I need the help of craftsmen from the Eighth Bureau of the palace. In addition, I heard that in the tribute from foreign countries, There is a jelly product from the rubber tree, and I need to borrow this tribute to make a ball seal, about half the size of a mooncake is enough."

These days, rubber trees have not been widely planted in Dachu. After all, only Guangdong and other regions have a suitable climate for planting, and transportation is inconvenient.

"Wow!" The exclamation was not from Xie An, but from Xie Jing who was eavesdropping on the conversation in the front row and shouted: "Sir, are you joking?"

Overheard now, Xie Jing, the big brother, couldn't hold back anymore, and snatched Mr. Han's manuscript paper from his younger brother!

I thought I could see the dissection of parts with exquisite structure like Lu Bansuo, but I didn't expect to see a bunch of distorted figures like graffiti made by children...

"Eh..." Xie Jing was at a loss for words for a moment, Mr. Han's painting skills were really unexpected.

Han Jiao was also a little embarrassed: "Your highness laughed at me because of my rough drawing skills, but this ball can indeed be made."

Xie Jing suppressed the sudden sense of gap, turned over a few pages of manuscript paper, recovered his senses, and looked up at Han Jiao: "I believe in sir!"

"Mr. Xiaobai is too powerful!" Xie An was so excited that he thumped the table.

Seeing the two princes overjoyed, Han Jiao had a gratified...fake smile on his face.

It was really disappointing. Han Jiao thought that when he mentioned the feature of "airtightness", the big boss would grab the manuscript and eagerly ask for design details.

but.

From the corner of her eye, Han Jiao looked at the stinky brother of a certain iceberg on the right.

Xie Duo was still reading quietly.

When did this kid become so studious?

hateful.

Ok?

Han Jiao suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Why is there glistening sweat on Xie Duo's forehead and bridge of nose?

Is it cool in the school?

"After the class is released later, let's go to the needlework bureau first and ask Eunuch Liu!" Xie Jing said happily.

"Okay!" Xie An leaned forward, went around Mr. Han to look at Xie Duo, and shouted, "Ninth Brother! Why are you so dazed! Did you hear what Mr. Han said?"

"Um--"

Han Jiao's heart skipped a beat, and he pricked up his ears excitedly. Although the big boss responded casually, he finally noticed the movement here. After all, he would be interested in the new Cuju ball!

"What did he say?" Xie Duo's tone was laziness, with sweat dripping from his brow, he seized the moment and stared greedily at the little prodigy's new Ju design paper with "indifferent" eyes.

"Mr. Han designed a kind of inflatable leather ball that won't leak!" Xie An took the manuscript paper from the starling and prepared to hand it to the ninth brother.

Xie Duo snorted inexplicably.

Han Jiao was very nervous, what does this laughter mean?

Did the big boss see that he was trying to please him?Will the big boss dislike this kind of flattery?

In fact, Xie Duo's tail drooped all night, and now it stood up again, proudly.

The little prodigy spent so much effort to come up with such a whimsical idea. Naturally, the airtight Ju was conceived hard for Da Chu's first Cuju master. I don't know how many nights it took. by candlelight...

Xie Duo had a smile on the corner of his mouth, took the manuscript paper and looked down, his smile froze immediately.

This sketch was obviously scribbled before going to the study, right?

He simply picked up a bone at random and came to the side of the road to fool the wild dogs.

"What is this..." Xie Duo frowned, and was about to return the manuscript to Xie An when he turned his head and was taken aback by the little prodigy who suddenly appeared beside him.

Mr. Han, who had already quietly moved the chair to Xie Duo's side, cleared his throat, sat upright, and looked ahead, ready to receive the enthusiastic inquiry from the big boss.

Infected by the little prodigy's positive emotions, Xie Duo subconsciously retracted the manuscript paper, suppressed his disgust, frowned and read it carefully, then looked sideways at the little prodigy, and asked in a low voice, "Are these sketches drawn by Mr.?"

"It was painted by hand." Han Jiao's enthusiasm dropped sharply, and he looked at the big boss seriously: "I painted it dozens of times, and I almost didn't sleep all night."

Xie Duo looked suspiciously at the extremely ugly draft, and asked softly, "Are you practicing how to use a brush?"

Han Jiao immediately defended angrily: "It's because I don't draw very well, but I have a specialty in art, and I'm a..."

"A Confucian scholar who has read a lot of poetry and books." Xie Duo nodded and said softly, "I have already understood it before."

Han Jiao: "..."

The last time I met a kidnapper, I made a slip of the tongue and boasted, but my stinky brother still remembers it!

"If your Highness thinks the painting is too ugly, then—" Han Jiao raised his hand and suddenly snatched the drawing from the boss, and at the same time growled: "Return it to the minister!"

Unexpectedly, the big boss raised his hand and instinctively avoided Han Jiao's handsome assault!

Comparing the reflexes with the perverted big boss, isn't that self-inflicted humiliation?

In order to save face, Han Jiao took the opportunity to withdraw his empty hands and pretended to scratch his ears.

Unexpectedly, the big boss, who was originally disgusted, was amused by his gesture of holding his respect, and his pair of sharp Ruifeng eyes narrowed, as if there were dots of warm light.

But then, Xie Duo stopped smiling again, stared at him complainingly, lowered his head indifferently, and continued to read the manuscript.

The little child prodigy didn't just play cute in front of Xie Duo alone. Last night, Xie Duo heard Sixth Brother's laughter coming from the carriage when he was still a few feet away from the carriage.

Han Jiao's heart was inexplicably sweet, not to mention, the big boss's bug-level appearance is really cute when he smiles. If he doesn't learn from being bad in the future, Han Jiao is quite happy to give the boss a favor.

However, the big boss still seemed to be very angry. After being poked and laughed at before, he would show his little tiger teeth for a long time, but it only disappeared in a flash just now.

It seems that it is not enough to just contribute the new Cuju, Han Jiao has to formally apologize for yesterday's leaving without saying goodbye.

What a very careful little brother.

The author has something to say: The big boss who flicks his tail when coaxed is not cherished now, and insists on marrying three husbands, Mr. Xiaobai's future will be...