The two of them looked at Bai Erlang who was eating snacks.
Bai Erlang didn't even raise his head, "If you don't worry about me coming, then I'll come."
The two of them immediately turned their heads and said, "Forget it, let's just figure it out ourselves."
Both children love books, so they can’t tear these pages apart, right? Nor can they 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 could not be read easily by others.
Bai Shanbao scratched his face in distress, is it still too late to learn painting now?
Of course it's too late.
When Ms. Zheng brought them snacks, she saw three children sitting on their desks, two of them were drawing and one was doing homework.
Bai Erlang, who was sitting next to him doing his homework, would look up at the two people next door who were frowning and drawing every time when he was too irritable and couldn't continue writing, and then he would stop and continue his homework.
The two people next to him are more unlucky than him, right?
He is a child who can do homework, but they don't even have time to do homework, so they can only draw first.
Mrs. Zheng took a look and saw that their paintings were dark, so she couldn't help but said: "That's not how they were painted."
Man Bao and Bai Shanbao suddenly raised their heads and looked at Mrs. Zheng with bright eyes.
"Mom, can you draw?"
Zheng hesitated for a moment and said, "You should know a little bit."
Man Bao immediately put down his pen and jumped off the chair. He diligently helped Zheng sit down in her seat, dipped his pen in ink and handed it to her, "Auntie, come here."
Zheng was a little hesitant.
Bai Shanbao nodded repeatedly, and quickly crumpled the dark and ugly paintings of him and Man Bao aside, and spread out a large white drawing paper for her.
When Mrs. Zheng met her son's bright and eager eyes, she couldn't help but take the pen from Man Bao's hand. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "Is this the new farm tool you want to draw?"
The two children nodded.
Mrs. Zheng didn't know much about Nongsang, so she didn't see any difference, but she still knew a little about painting, and she was very good at painting flowers.
So I thought about it and said, "Should this painting be done according to proportion? I need to bring a ruler and I will use that to draw."
Bai Shanbao and Manbao diligently brought her a ruler, handed her snacks and poured water.
This was the first time that Mrs. Zheng enjoyed such treatment from her two children. She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. She refused Man Bao's snack and then lowered her head to draw attentively.
The graduate student was very considerate. He provided the plow with separate structures and explained the assembly principles.
So Zheng had to draw all the parts one by one, with data marked on them.
Zheng also copied it down.
Man Bao looked at it carefully and said to Bai Shanbao: "It looks better than your painting, and it looks similar."
"It's also better than your painting."
Bai Erlang couldn't help but come up and take a look.
Bai Shanbao waved his hand in disgust, "Hurry up and do your homework."
Ms. Zheng also disliked their noisiness, so she waved to them, "You guys should do your homework too."
Bai Shanbao and Manbao dragged two more chairs and sat behind Bai Erlang's desk. The three of them shared a desk.
Bai Erlang, who was sitting alone across from the two of them:...
Man Bao took out his homework and saw Bai Erlang stunned, so he asked: "What are you doing? Have you finished your homework?"
Bai Erlang snorted, put away his homework, and said, "I won't do your homework with you."
Although their homework was different, Bai Erlang still felt like he was being beaten, so he didn't want to sit at the same table with them to do homework.
Bai Erlang left. Man Bao and Bai Shanbao didn't mind and continued to do their homework with their heads down.
Mr. Zhuang will not give them less homework just because they have more than one hundred acres of big toys.
The drawn drawings were compared carefully by Manbao and Bai Shanbao. After confirming that there were no problems, they folded them up and gave them to Daji. Daji took them to the county to find a carpenter to see if the thing could be punched out.
Of course Daji would not go to the county seat. He would pass it on to another servant.
Mrs. Liu said that the family members Bai Shanbao and Manbao were free to use them as long as they were doing serious things.
When the weather got colder and colder, Lao Zhou's family dug out all the yams and prepared the seeds. Finally, the Bai family's servants brought back a plow from the county town.
Mr. Bai and Lao Zhou couldn't help but join in the fun.
Of course, Mr. Bai didn't quite understand this, so he took a step back and handed over the home court to Lao Zhoutou.
Lao Zhou touched it curiously and said: "It's not much different from the plow we usually use. Well, it's much shorter here, and it's still curved..."
Man Bao encouraged him, "Dad, try it and see if it works."
"Okay." Old Zhou looked at his sons.
Zhou Dalang and Zhou Lang obediently stepped forward to pull the plow. Master Bai quickly said: "We have cows at home."
After that, he asked someone to pull the cow over.
But Lao Zhoutou waved his hand and said: "No, no, I'm used to working with people, but I'm not used to working with cows."
During spring plowing every year, Qili Village uses cattle in rotation. They are allocated by the imperial court and of course are raised in Dali Village.
It takes a long time for Lao Zhou's turn to come, and of course Lao Zhou can't wait for his turn to plow the fields, so he usually pulls the plow and waits for his turn to plant the poorer fields that haven't been planted yet.
Zhou Dalang and Zhou Lang put the rope on their shoulders and walked forward after Old Zhou helped the plow.
After walking for a short distance, the two of them couldn't help but let out a sigh, stopped and looked back.
Lao Zhou also realized the mystery. He stopped the plow and crushed the soil with his feet, then squatted down and measured the depth with his hands.
He looked at his two sons and asked, "Is it difficult?"
Zhou Dalang said: "If you don't eat, it will save you much more effort than before."
Lao Zhou nodded and said: "I feel the plow is a little lighter, but the land can be plowed deeper than before."
Mr. Bai also came up and asked: "Is it because this is a new plow, so it plows deeper?"
Old Zhou glanced at this layman, despised him in his heart, and then said with a smile on his face: "The new plow is one thing, but the most important thing is that this thing is good, I don't know how it saves labor.
, but even if two identical new plows are put together, this one will save more effort."
Zhou Dalang and Zhou Lang nodded. They have been pulling plows all year round and are most familiar with the strength of plows.
It's winter now, and the ground is dry and hard, making it difficult to plow.
The two brothers looked at each other and decided to experience the new plow again, so they said: "Let's try pulling it again."
Lao Zhoutou also wanted to try again.
So he helped the plow again and walked to the end with the help of his two sons. When he and his two sons were about to move the plow and turn it around, Manbao quickly said: "This plow can turn."
After thinking about it for a while, everyone finally understood what Man Bao meant by being able to turn. This means that the entire plow does not need to be moved. It can be turned completely by just lifting the tail of the plow.
Old Zhoutou couldn't put it down even more. Even Zhou Dalang and Zhou Lang couldn't help but stepped forward to touch it and asked: "Manbao, were you the one who made this plow?"
"It's not me, it's a carpenter. I don't know how to do carpentry."