When everyone had finished eating, they all sat down under the orange trees to rest, and the sun was not very scorching at this time, although it had risen and hung high in the sky; Fortunately, Fang Jing planted this orange tree in advance yesterday, otherwise everyone would have to go back to the house to eat, what Fang Jing hopes most is to have a yard, there is a big tree in the yard, there is a table under the tree, a few chairs on the side, and I have time to call a few friends to sit and drink tea and chat together, and now it is a small step to be realized.

The noodles this morning also tasted very good, although everyone didn't eat it, but it was also a sign of eating too much, leaving a little bit in the iron pot, Fang Jing quickly picked up the chopsticks and sandwiched all the noodles, mixed them in a clay pot, and gave them to Xiong Er on the side to eat.

Xiong Er would not be polite to Fang Jing, he could eat as much as he could, and finally ate up the remaining noodles and meat, which fully proved that the giant panda is really a foodie.

After eating, cleaning everything, and finishing everything, the little babies began to have nothing to do again, Fang Jing drew a few patterns on the ground with a bamboo branch, and then discussed with Fang Dayong.

"Uncle Dayong, you see, this table should be three feet high, three feet two inches long, three feet two inches wide, one pillar at each of the four corners of the table, and a crossbar at the upper part of the pillar one foot away, so as to ensure that it will not be easily reversed." Fang Jing looked at the pattern on the ground and talked to Fang Dayong about the appearance and size of the table.

"Jing Wazi, your table is so high, why don't you all stand?" Fang Dayong was a little puzzled about the height of the table.

"Uncle Dayong, look, this chair is one foot two inches high, one foot two inches long and two inches wide, and a crossbar is also added in the middle of the chair, so that the same principle as the table will not make it turn upside down." Fang Jing once again spoke to the pattern on the ground and Fang Dayong about the size of the chair.

"Well, that's fine." Although Fang Dayong agreed, he still had doubts in his heart.

"Uncle Dayong, think about it, a higher square table, with this small square chair, adults can sit, children can also sit, otherwise, make it higher, Uncle Dayong, you try to make the square table first, and then match the chair to see." Fang Jing doesn't know much about the design of tables and chairs, but she has seen a lot of variety, so it's good to make a square table first and then a square chair.

"Well, I'll finish weaving the bamboo mat first, and then try to make this square table, but there is no wood, and you have to cut some back." Fang Dayong can finish weaving bamboo mats in the morning, and he can make a table in the afternoon.

"Okay, Uncle Dayong, I'll go to the forest and cut down a few trees in a while, the pine trees should be able and durable." Fang Jing got up and went to the stove room, carrying a broken knife, ready to go to the forest to find a tree to cut down.

"Jing baby, don't be tired, don't be in a hurry, be steady." Fang Dayong still told Fang Jing.

"Okay." Fang Jing trotted towards the mountains and forests, leaving behind his back, the dog wanted to follow, but he didn't follow, his calves couldn't run Fang Jing, so he had to come back to help his father.

Fang Jing walked into the forest, in addition to some pine trees, wild tea trees, oak trees, birch trees, fir trees, and some trees whose names Fang Jing didn't know, Fang Jing still wanted to go around and see which tree was more suitable for a table.

Kicking his legs began to run all over the mountain, east, west, south, north, I don't know how far Fang Jing scurried, stopped his body, only to find that he was really lost this time, he didn't know where he was at all, and he couldn't tell the direction when he looked at the sun, so he had to calm down and think about how to identify the direction.

Looking at the growth of the tree, this is okay, so Fang Jing rushed to the top of the mountain, looking at the trees in the entire mountain forest There are a lot of branches in one direction, so Fang Jing knows that it is south, and Fangjia Village is on the west side of the sun, so as long as you go to the left of the tree, you can find Fangjia Village.

Fang Jing didn't think about it anymore, and began to run to the left of the tree, and in less than half an hour, he saw that there were farmlands, villages, no, towns.

"I'm rubbing, isn't this a market town? Why did you run to the market town? I'm going in the wrong direction. Fang Jing looked at the market town in the distance, and was speechless for his sense of direction, he had to strengthen the identification of direction in the future, otherwise he wouldn't know where he was if he lost it, and it would be really the end.

Fang Jing began to run back again, and after half an hour, he finally saw the big banyan tree in Fangjia Village, and now he knew that he had circled around Fangjia City.

Fang Jing had to start running around the mountains and forests of Fangjia Village again, but he didn't want to go to the village empty-handed, he had to cut down trees, and when he returned to the forest, he saw a spruce tree, quite tall and big, he cut it with a knife, and it fell down in a few clicks, and he began to remove the branches again.

A complete spruce tree, nearly twenty meters long, and thirty or forty centimeters thick, Fang Jing felt that this spruce should be able to be made into a wooden board and a square table, and it should be wide enough.

Resisting the spruce wood and starting to go out of the forest, Fang Jing felt that this spruce wood also had a thousand catties, and it was wet, if a few people came, it might not be able to carry it home, Fang Jing was stunned and resisted the spruce wood to the house.

"Jing Wazi, did you fight back by yourself? This, this, this is a lot of effort wow, are you okay? It's not pressing, is it? Fang Dayong watched Fang Jing come back with such a big and long spruce wood, that is, he could stuff an egg in his mouth.

"It's okay, you can still resist, no matter how big it is, it won't work." Fang Jing threw the spruce wood on the ground and smashed up pieces of dust.

He began to untie the broken knife from his waist and cut the wood, cutting it into a length of about two meters, and after a while, he cut it off, twenty wooden segments, Fang Jing began to peel the skin again, but unfortunately there was no big saw, otherwise it could be sawn into a plank.

"Uncle Dayong, who has a saw?" Fang Jing asked Fang Dayong about the saw.

"I have it at home, dog, you go to the house and get a saw." Fang Dayong called the dog baby back to get the saw.

"Jing Wazi, this wood has to be dried for a few days to be sawed, and now it can't be made into a table, the wood has to be dry, it's too wet to make a table." Fang Dayong put forward his own opinions, hoping that Fang Jing would not be in a hurry to see wood.

"Can't you make it with wet wood? I thought it would work. Fang Jing didn't know whether to use wet wood to make furniture or dry wood to make furniture, thinking that wet wood could be used to make furniture, so he didn't rush to cut back wood today.

In fact, wet wood is not that it cannot be made into furniture, mainly because there is no dry wood processing on wet wood, which is one of them, and the other is that after wet wood is made of furniture, if the furniture is exposed to the sun or dry, there will be cracks, which also makes it impossible to use wet wood to make furniture, of course, some solid wood will not crack regardless of dry and wet, but these woods are very few, even if there are, they are also small trees.

Fang Jing felt that he had done a stupid thing, he didn't figure out anything, so he was going to make tables and chairs for himself or something, it was completely self-conscious, fortunately, Fang Dayong gave his opinion, if he made some tables and chairs by himself, they would all crack in a few days, it would be a big joke.

Fang Jing had to peel off all the bark of the spruce wood section first, expose it to the sun, and then sawn it into a wooden board after a few days when it was almost sun, then let Uncle Dayong make a bamboo chair for himself, a recliner or something, and also make a bamboo bed, a bamboo cupboard, a bamboo wardrobe and many other things.

Spruce, a cold-tolerant tree, grows slowly, up to nearly 50 meters high, up to one meter in diameter, grows in a higher altitude place, can tolerate drought and grow in cold conditions, and is also a raw material for making airplanes, boats, vehicles, furniture, musical instruments and other industrial raw materials, belonging to the second class of wild protected plants.

"Uncle Dayong, let's make a few bamboo chairs first." Fang Jing gave what she needed most urgently.

"Okay, let's make a bamboo chair first." Fang Dayong also followed Fang Jing's advice.

Fang Jing carried the broken knife to the bamboo forest, went to the bamboo forest to find a few of the largest bamboos, cut the bottom few pieces, and made a few bamboo bowls, so that there were a few more bamboo bowls at home, and there was no need to go to the market town to buy pottery bowls.

Fang Jing searched in the bamboo forest for a while, and saw a lot of big bamboos, the thick ones were nearly thirty centimeters, and the smaller ones were nearly twenty centimeters, Fang Jing saw that they could make a washbasin.

Fang Jing didn't care what he could do, he chose a bamboo tree that was almost 30 centimeters long, cut it along the bottom of the soil, cut down the bamboo, Fang Jing counted the bamboo knots, there were three knots that were nearly 30 cm thick, there were seven or eight knots that were about 20 cm thick, and in the direction of the bamboo tops, there were more than a dozen knots that were more than 15 cm thick, Fang Jing felt that it was completely enough for home use, the washbasin was there, the vegetable plates were there, the bowls were also there, and they were all alive.

Fang Jingkang went home on this bamboo, this bamboo is more than thirty meters long, it should be regarded as the largest and longest one in the bamboo forest.

"Jing Wazi, there are enough bamboos, why are you cutting back such a big root?" Fang Dayong saw that Fang Jing was really strong, and got a big bamboo back.

"Uncle Dayong, I'm going to use these bamboo knots to make bowls." Fang Jing pointed to the bamboo and said.

"This bamboo is big enough to make a bowl." Fang Dayong also felt that Fang Jing's bowls were really few, so he had to make a few more bowls, and he didn't have to spend money to buy them.

Fang Jing took Fang Da and sawed it with a small saw that specialized in sawing bamboo, the largest bamboo was sawed three, more than twenty centimeters were sawed seven, more than fifteen centimeters were sawed twelve, and by the way, five were sawed about twelve centimeters.

Fang Jing will be busy, sawing around, and a few little babies are also watching from the side, wanting to see what the plates and bamboo bowls made by Fang Jing look like.

Fang Jing took the largest section, sawed it short, sawed it almost fifteen centimeters high, and sawed flat at the bottom next to the bamboo knot, so it looked like a bit of a big plate, Fang Jing thought that there was no one to polish, and then took a tool knife used by Fang Da and began to cut the top, round the top, so as not to cut the hand, and then cut off some of the bottom edges, leaving a plane, such a big plate is done.

Fang Jing made one and then the second, after making all the plates and bamboo bowls, it was three hours later, the sun began to set in the west, Fang Jing looked up at the sky, around three o'clock in the afternoon, it should be less than four o'clock.

"Little sister, where is Xiong Er? Why don't you see it? Fang Jing didn't see Xiong Er's shadow around, and asked.

"Brother, Xiong Er is sleeping in the house, he was tired of running just now, and we dug a few bamboo shoots for him to eat." Fang Yuan began to express his strength to Fang Jing.

"Oh, that's good, it's okay to give Xiong Er some bamboo shoots, but don't go too far to the bamboo forest." Although Fang Jing didn't find any large animals around the bamboo forest, there were still squirrels, rabbits, and so on, and who could guarantee that there would be large animals running into the bamboo forest.

"Brother, we won't run too far, just dig bamboo shoots on the edge of the bamboo forest." Fang Yuan said to Fang Jing.

Fang Jing put the freshly made bamboo plate and bamboo bowl in a basket, put all of them into the ditch and soaked them, soak the bamboo plate and bamboo bowl in the water for a few days, and then take it back to use, so that the bamboo plate and bamboo bowl are not easy to crack.

Fang Jing entered the stove room, looked at the remaining pig ears, fat intestines, and half a pig's head in the bamboo basket, thinking that if you don't eat it today, it will be bad tomorrow, and you can only use these leftover meat to make a few dishes for dinner, at least to ensure that these meat dishes will not be wasted, and you can also let everyone eat well.