Chapter 27 (Chapter 27 (Three in One)...)

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

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

Song's father whispered to his son behind him:

"He definitely wanted to deliberately refuse to pay the two cents just now."

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

The child said that he looked down on this behavior:

"It was obviously him who wanted to refuse to pay, but he had the nerve to act like the county magistrate was weird."

He thought this person was too shameless.

Song's father agreed very much.

"Little boy, we can't learn from him. Although our family is poor, we are upright people. If it's not our money, we won't take a penny."

Song Yao nodded: "I remember."

Song's father also added: "Of course, if it's our money, we won't take a penny less."

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

"Because the county magistrate is too easy to talk to, you can see that he didn't even want the two cents and eight cents before. He has a good temper, so those who want to take advantage of him will not be able to take advantage and think it's his fault."

"Don't learn from him, understand?"

The county magistrate has a good temper?

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

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

He didn't even want the two cents and eight cents, which means that the county magistrate's mother is no longer in their county, otherwise she would definitely scold him if she saw him wasting so much.

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

The child was very confident.

Aren't all mothers like that?

When the county magistrate came back with 72 cents, he saw Song Yao and his father huddled together, the big one and the small one whispering, and occasionally looking up at him.

He: "..."

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

The county magistrate coughed and walked over:

"The money is 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, it's the same!"

The secretary was already counting the number of times he deliberately emphasized that 'this person is not from their county'.

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

Especially the county magistrate also asked him to order five kilograms of honey.

Although it was sold at a price of one yuan and seventy cents, five kilograms, and eight yuan and fifty cents were earned.

Song's father was happy all the way back.

"My dear son, you helped Dad sell five kilograms of honey again, and we can earn eight yuan and fifty cents again."

Song Yao was very proud.

After all, what Dad said was not wrong. The two big customers of their family were his friends.

They just went to see Sister Shengsheng.

Sister Shengsheng said that she had brought the honey back to her family. Her grandparents praised it after drinking it, saying that the honey tasted very good and was of good quality.

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

The child was held by his father's hand and listened to him calculating:

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

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

Their county was also rich at the beginning. It is said that at that time, even in the last days of the country, there were music and dance every night, and lights were on everywhere. It was a typical city that never sleeps.

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

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

Song Yao and his father did not know the above. They were born in this small county and had never been out of the county. How could they know what the surrounding area was like?

The father and son were still happily fantasizing:

"Maybe I can sell ten kilograms of honey in the next county. That's how much money it would be. Let me calculate..."

Song Yao: "Dad, seventeen yuan."

Song's father's eyes lit up when he heard it: "So much money, okay, dear son, wait for me to come back and buy you a gift."

Song Yao immediately asked: "I want a foot towel!"

Song's father promised generously: "No problem, not to mention one, Dad will buy one for you and grandpa and grandma!"

Song Yao was satisfied.

He also shared what he learned today:

"I found a very thick book in the county government. I flipped through it for a long time and found a fan. Dad, do you know? It turns out that there were fans more than two thousand years ago."

Song's father was not very interested in fans, but the things that happened more than two thousand years ago still made him excited.

"More than two thousand years ago? So long ago?"

"Yes."

The child sighed with some regret:

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

"If they had continued to use them and improved them, maybe by the time of our generation, there would have been better fans, and we wouldn't have to make them ourselves."

Song's father thought he was just another child with wild imaginations.

"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 without paying 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 finished learning the conservation of momentum 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? He's been sitting in the house writing and drawing since he 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.

After discovering this, Grandpa Song, who didn't like to learn complex knowledge, began to work hard to reduce his sense of existence.

It's necessary for grandsons to love learning.

It's praiseworthy for sons to love learning.

It's acceptable for daughters-in-law to love learning.

But he didn't want to sleep well one day, and suddenly his daughters-in-law said to him: "There are many fields, you should also go to study."

Grandpa Song refused.

He doesn't like to study.

He just wants to farm.

At such an old age, he just wants to grow the land at home, and weave a few bamboo baskets to sell in the town in his spare time.

Then he can eat three meals a day happily every day, and sleep well at noon and at night.

This is what Grandpa Song wants.

It's not something like "you can learn even when you are old."

He is not a teenager anymore, what's the use of learning those dense words and knowledge.

However, according to Grandpa Song's understanding of Grandma Song, she may still be fresh now, but after a few days, she will find it difficult to study and don't want to give up, so she will definitely want to ask him to accompany her.

Wasn't it the same when Grandma Song was learning to read?

She followed the call for literacy and tried to learn to read, but it was too hard and difficult to persist, so she came up with a good idea: to get Grandpa Song to learn to read together.

Grandpa Song will always remember that he only wanted to farm, but he was dragged through the pain of learning to read 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, how much work he had to do, so he had no time to study.

He chopped wood skillfully, turning a deaf ear to the bargaining between Song's father and Grandma Song behind him.

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

He ran to Grandpa Song happily:

"Grandpa, I have finished my fan design, can you help me make it?"

Grandpa Song agreed without even understanding what a fan was.

"No problem."

See, he is still very busy.

How can he have time to study?

Seeing that his grandfather agreed, the child was instantly happy and held up his little notebook and handed it over:

"Grandpa, it should be made like this!"

Grandpa Song took it and looked at it.

He looked at it again.

He looked at it again.

"Is this a... chicken?"

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

Grandpa Song looked closer for a long time, and the more he looked, the more he felt that this was a chicken.

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

The child looked blankly: "No, this is a circle, indicating that there is a circle outside this fan."

Grandpa Song: "..."

He carefully looked at the irregular polygons drawn on it, and said against his conscience:

"If all these extra ones are erased, it seems to be a circle."

Song Yao was happy again: "Is it right? I think so too."

Grandpa Song felt that his grandson had to go see his eyes.

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

If it were in the past, even if the most beloved grandson made such a request, Grandpa Song would not agree.

But now, thinking about his daughter-in-law who loves to study wholeheartedly.

Grandpa Song immediately said that he could go to the mountain to cut some wood down.

"How big do you want it?"

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

"But grandpa, don't just look for wood this big, there are many trivial parts in it, plus the ones that may be broken, it will take about three times this big wood."

Seeing him gesturing there, Grandpa Song thought he should just carry a tree back.

Anyway, the rest can be used as firewood.

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

He felt that this was a complete three-birds-with-one-stone.

He coaxed his grandson to play and cultivate feelings, and he could show that he was very busy, and he could get a lot of firewood.

Oh, he is really smart.

Song Yao was also very happy to get his grandfather's help.

Otherwise, if his family didn't let him use sharp blades, 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 get back to work.

Because of the previous experience of Song's father forgetting to keep accounts and resulting in less money, Song Yao decided to record every step of this experiment.

005 enthusiastically gave him suggestions:

[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 record, the host can give them numbers, just like in the interstellar era, every planet has its own number. ]

Song Yao suddenly realized: [Just like I give names to the chickens at home? This way, after eating it, I will know whether it is delicious in the first year or the second year. ]

005 paused.

It always felt that something was wrong, but after running it, it found that the logic was smooth.

So it still expressed its agreement: [Yes, that's it. ]

The child became interested at once.

He is always very enthusiastic about naming.

He has played with all the toys his grandfather made for him since he was a child, and he has never lost any of them. He has named them all and put them neatly on the small shelf his grandfather made for him.

Song Yao pondered and finally came up with one:

[What do you think, call it Fan 0101? ]

Although he thought about such a simple name for a long time, 005, who had no sense of time, still simulated clapping:

[Pa pa pa! I think this name is very good. ]

Getting 005's approval, the child's eyes smiled into crescents:

[I think it's very good too, because it's not only my first time making something, but also my first time making a fan, so I called it Fan 0101. ]

He told 005 his idea: [There are so many kinds of fans, this time it's 01, next time I might make another one, which is 02.

If I don't make another one next time, but make it according to the model 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 the name, Song Yao specially found a new notebook to write his experimental records.

He held this small notebook and imagined happily:

"In the future, all kinds of things I have researched will definitely fill this notebook."

005: [Yes!! It will definitely work, host!]

The child began to write confidently.

"Fan 0101, its use is to blow air, it is used by hand, size..."

The child who has not yet learned the measuring tools and has no ruler at home stopped a little confused, looked down at his hand, and then he lowered his head confidently and continued:

"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 also about the same. ”

Once he remembered it, he couldn't stop. He wrote two pages in one breath, listing all the tools and parts needed. After making sure that nothing was left out, he was satisfied...

At the end, he drew a picture of a fan.

Song Yao even learned to disassemble the fan on the picture without a teacher, and drew all the parts needed one by one (although the drawing was not very good).

After drawing the last stroke, the child was satisfied and took it up to admire it for a while.

After checking it carefully again, he found that nothing was left out, and then he wrote "finished" at the end with satisfaction.

005, who had been waiting, immediately started to flatter wildly:

[Host is really awesome! You The fan will definitely be a success! 】

Although this course is purchased in the interest group, if Song Yao can really make it, it can determine that the host has completed the course.

That is another large amount of learning points!

Just thinking about it makes AI excited.

Song Yao was already very confident, and he became more confident instantly after receiving 005's praise.

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

When Song's father came to find him, he saw his son touching the notebook with his chubby little hands, and his face was full of love for some reason (?), he:...

"Little son, did you write anything in this notebook?"

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

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

Song's father took it.

When he saw the first page, he praised: "The handwriting is really good. ”

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

Why did the youngest child draw a chicken?

And what are those things drawn at the back? Chicken butt, chicken bones, chicken head?

Because of the lesson last time, Song's father became more cautious and did not ask directly, but praised directly:

"This painting... is very realistic."

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

Song's father: So the fan looks like a chicken.

He pondered in his heart, and still nodded on his face: "Yes, Dad thinks you draw very well."

Song Yao was even happier.

Sure enough, he took after his mother and has a talent for painting.

The child happily took his notebook back: "I'll wait for Grandpa! ! "

He couldn't wait any longer!

Seeing his son running to the door and waiting there eagerly, Song's father went out to borrow a car.

He still had to go to Liuye Village to get the plum tree back.

Someone saw him on the road and asked.

"Your youngest son told my kid that he wanted to make a fan. What is a fan? Is it similar to a fan?"

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

The child is very concerned. He went to the county to check the information early this morning. Look, we just came back not long ago. "

Compared to the Song family, who almost didn't believe it, the villagers thought that Song Yao could really make it.

The reason is that, firstly, they didn't know how to make a fan and thought it was not very difficult. Secondly, Song Yao had a good foundation before.

Their county used to be prosperous, but later there was war. Few old people and children survived, and many knowledge passed down from generation to generation by word of mouth could not be passed on.

For example, insecticides, everyone has heard of them, but no one knows how to make them. If you want to do experiments, my family can barely eat enough, so who has the time and confidence to do experiments on crops in the field?

As a result, it was Song Yao, who was so young, who found the method of making insecticides.

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

Compared with the Song family who could still see some shortcomings of Song Yao, other people in the village thought that Song Yao was good in every way.

Except for being too white, too tender and too short, this child really has no problems.

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

So they all had confidence in Song Yao.

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

"Oh, don't even mention printing a book. In such a hot day, if my son can really make something to keep me cool, I will even publish a book for him."

"You are just bragging. How much money do you have? Why don't you publish a book for my son? A book is very expensive."

The villagers chatted for a while and finally remembered to ask Song's father:

"What does that fan look like?"

Song's father answered proudly:

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

The villagers were all shocked.

"Can a rooster blow wind?"

Song's father actually didn't know, but it didn't stop him from making a case based on his imagination:

"Why not? Even if it's a real rooster, there will be wind when it flies."

Everyone thought so.

The wind when a rooster flies is still quite strong.

From this point of view, it seems that the fan is shaped like a rooster, which is also reasonable.

Father Song chatted for a while and then left.

He still had to bring the plum tree back 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 prick up her ears and leaned over.

"The youngest is going to make something called a rooster fan. I heard that the rooster can blow wind, which is amazing."

Teacher He: "?"

Rooster? Fan?

What is this?

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

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

And now the discussion point has shifted from the rooster fan to whether the rooster is delicious or the hen is delicious (how did it shift to that point).

It should be said that the atmosphere in the village is indeed first-class.

Even boring questions such as whether the rooster is delicious or the hen is delicious can be discussed enthusiastically.

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

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

"If you ask me, rooster meat is better, it is chewy and meaty."

"No, no, no, hens are better. Even old hens that don't lay eggs can be cooked. "

Everyone enthusiastically discussed "hundreds of ways to cook chicken" with Teacher He for more than half an hour.

When she went back, she always felt that her stomach was growling, and her mind was full of various ways to eat chicken.

Teacher He was a little greedy, thinking about whether she should raise a few chickens too?

Not only can she eat eggs every day, but she 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 her most promising student.

Oh, wait, let's talk about Song Yao.

Everyone seemed to be talking about the rooster fan made by Song Yao at the beginning, right?

Teacher He went back with her growling stomach.

Anyway, tomorrow is Monday, and she plans to ask her most valued student what the rooster fan is for.

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

There is no way, the only person he knows in reality who is educated, knowledgeable and close to him is Teacher He.

So when he encounters a problem, he wants to ask her for advice.

But thinking that it is almost dark outside, Song Yao can only regretfully give up this idea temporarily.

The child squatted on the ground, directing his grandfather to make the wood into the shape he wanted, while trying hard to make his own.

He boasted to his grandfather happily:

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

Grandpa Song thought he was just daydreaming.

But fortunately, he also wanted to show that he was busy, so he didn't mind sitting on the small stool to work.

Seeing his grandson's excitement, he said with a smile:

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

Song Yao was surprised: "Wow! Grandpa, you are amazing!"

"Grandpa, are you self-taught?"

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

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

In his eyes, making a small bench and putting together a door sill with wood are all carpentry, right?

So rounding off, there is nothing wrong with him being able to do carpentry.

"Grandpa learned it by himself. When I was young, how could I find someone to teach me."

Song Yao's eyes sparkled, and he looked at him with even more admiration.

"Grandpa, you are so amazing!! You can teach yourself without anyone teaching you!"

No wonder he is so smart!

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

After Song Yao praised his grandfather, he felt more confident.

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

The child was full of motivation: "Okay! Keep going!"

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

What do you mean by several experiments? It sounds quite realistic.

He didn't stop moving his hands. Although he did it according to Song Yao's requirements, he was thinking that the thickness and size were really good.

It's just right for burning firewood.

Not bad, it seems that I won't have to chop wood for a while in the future.

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

As he was thinking, Song Yao gestured and handed over a small part: "There should be a small hook here."

Then the child handed over another one: "Look, it's just like this."

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

"Aren't they the same?"

"No."

The child was not in a hurry, and explained patiently:

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

"Just like these gears, they must be able to fit together, because the big gear has to drive the small gear, and if they can't fit together, they can't drive the force."

Grandpa Song:...What is this all about.

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

"Grandpa, don't you know these?"

Grandpa Song: "..."

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

Song Yao's eyes widened: "Shouldn't people who know carpentry know these?"

The child counted on his fingers:

"I don't quite understand either. It seems that just to connect the wood, there are mortise and tenon joints, nail joints, glue, hardware... That's what the book says."

This topic was only brought up when learning about fan clocks. 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?"

Grandpa Song, who could only make a small stool, felt a little guilty: "I should know... or not..."

He didn't seem to have heard anyone say that carpentry requires these skills.

But he just boasted in front of his grandson, and now he was scared, so Grandpa Song was embarrassed.

He looked left and right, but not at Song Yao: "Little boy, did you read all this in a book?"

Song Yao didn't realize that his grandfather was changing the subject, and nodded obediently: "Yes."

"Grandpa, I also learned from reading a book that the carpenters in our Zhongzhou country are really amazing. As long as there is wood, they can make anything."

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

Grandpa Song: "... This, I, that... Your grandma called for dinner, let's go eat."

"Eat!"

Song Yao touched his stomach and jumped up.

He had been hungry for a long time, but there was still roasted rabbit to eat today, and it tasted better when he was hungry.

Grandpa Song followed his grandson slowly.

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

Hey, why does my wife feel depressed?

Didn't he play happily with the little boy just now?

Grandpa Song was depressed until the next morning.

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

As a result, he touched it, but it was empty.

"Huh?"

He looked around in confusion, and when he didn't find it, he went out to ask Grandma Song who was making a fire:

"Mom, did you take that book again?"

Grandma Song didn't even reply and scolded him: "Take your head, don't you see how busy I am, you are all lazy and gluttonous.

You slept until this hour, and your father disappeared early in the morning. There are three men in the family, and only the youngest one can take care of things. He owed you in his previous life. Your father can still do some work, but you only know how to eat every day. What are you looking at? Come and make a fire for me!"

Song's father was scolded early in the morning, and he went to make a fire with grievance.

He was at a loss while making a fire.

No, the book is not with him, not with his mother, can it fly away?

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

I continued to read the book in my hand with peace of mind.