Wang Tian's strange actions and crisp slap sound immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Brother Tianzi, what's wrong with you?" A crisp and melodious lark-like voice sounded. The sound penetrated into the ears, and it was indescribably comfortable.

Wang Tian knew that this was the concern of the little spirit beside him.

"Yes, Brother Tianzi, why are you beating yourself yourself!"

The voice of another male duck beside him sounded. This eunuch-like voice, after penetrating Wang Tian's eardrums, he immediately couldn't stand a shiver, and goosebumps all over his body rose.

Then the people in the tribe saw a little boy who exploded, grabbed a long boar/hair, and whipped the sunspot vigorously.

The mouth kept chattering: "I'll let you scream, I'll let you scream, you're not disgusting!" ”

Everyone is no longer surprised by today's Wang Tian. Everyone's movements paused for a moment.

The innocent sunspot is crying with a bag face, full of black lines (the author thinks it should probably be definitely not seen!). Scratching his head vigorously, he forgot to dodge, he was completely forced by Wang Tian's riot.

"Brother Tianzi, what's wrong with you!" Xiao Ling pulled Wang Tian and asked.

"No, it's nothing, it's just disgusting by this piece of black charcoal." Wang Tian snorted and said, "I said Heizi, are you stupid and won't hide!" You don't have any pain? "Ling'er, you are really, and you don't pull me."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all!" Kuroko said stupidly. But the doubts in my heart were even higher.

"Call me Tianzi or Xiaotian in the future, and then call me to smoke again."

Why am I being beaten, Xiaoling said that it would be fine...

Kuroko couldn't figure out what he wanted.

The reason why I can't figure it out is that Brother Tianzi and Ling'er are the exclusive titles of the two.

This is Wang Tian's arrangement like a bad taste after thinking of Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

It's not that Wang Tian has any thoughts about Ling'er, it's just fun.

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and Xiao Ling was happy for a whole afternoon.

Girls are precocious than boys, especially in this primitive age. Brother Tianzi is alone, can she stop it? It's good if I didn't go up and make up for two feet.

"Brother Tianzi, you haven't told me yet, why are you beating yourself!"

"Because I used a stupid solution, forgot a good one, and wasted a precious key." After speaking, Wang Tian shook the key in his hand.

"Then you don't have to beat yourself up!" Xiao Lingjiao said in a coquettish voice.

Using fire to burn holes is not only difficult to control in size, but also very tiring.

Why don't you make a hand drill, get it right once, and have it for life.

Later, when he was studying in the welfare home, when he was out of school, he liked to go to the carpenter Liu Laohan's house next to the welfare home to see him do carpentry work.

Watching Liu Laohan take out saws, axes, planers, hand drills from the toolbox... and so on, and so on, and the chisel alone is five or six kinds of long, short, wide, or narrow. Piles of wooden squares can be sawed, planed, or chiseled and assembled with tools to turn them into all kinds of tables, stools and chairs.

At that time, Wang Tian was dazzled, but he was envious. I think a man should have a set of such tools.

Of all the tools, he felt that the hand drill was the most magical.

A small hole is drilled in the lower position at the top of a drill pipe through which a rope is threaded. Wrap one or two turns around the drill pipe. The two ends are tied to a wooden square like a small flat pole on the rotating rod, and when used, you only need to press down the small flat pole, and the rope that passes through it will drive the middle drill pipe to rotate.

Because of the existence of inertia, the rope is loosened and tightened again and again, so that the hand drill can keep moving.

Such a magical way fascinated Wang Tian for a while, and this may be his first scientific enlightenment item.

Wang Tian suddenly thought of the hole in the drill pipe through the rope. So here's the problem. Did the drill pipe come first or the hand drill came first?

It seems to be a chicken-and-egg issue. It seems that you can, you can be sure that the slap you slapped yourself was in vain!

It doesn't matter if you are wronged or not, as long as you don't waste that piece of key. The metals of this era are simply too precious.

To find iron ore, copper ore, salt ore and all kinds of mines, all kinds of dreams that Wang Tian never thought of in later generations, (how awkward does the author look at this, well!) I never thought of it, but in this life, I have to think about it as an ideal, and I have to realize it.

There is a mine at home, so the heart is not panicked. Let's do it.

It took a lot of effort to make the plank, and of course the brushes had to be made first.

The hole for the "growth" of the pig/hair has been made, and in later generations you need a crochet needle to hook the middle position of the boar/hair and pull it into the hole, and the wild boar/hair will "grow" on the plank, and then put a rope on both sides of the board to fix it.

Don't think about crochet, such a thin rope must be guaranteed to be firm, and Wang Tian has no choice. What did you do?

There are always more ways than difficulties, Wang Tian picked up a bamboo strip the thickness of chopsticks, pulled out the wire cutter from the saber, and cut it into a piece of bamboo less than two centimeters. At one end of the end, use a knife to carve a groove out, clip the boar/hair into the groove in the middle, align it with the round hole that was burned out earlier, raise a stone, and knock the bamboo grains into the round hole of the wooden board.

The diameter of the bamboo grains is a little larger than the round hole that is scalded, so that the boar/hair is tightly pressed in the middle.

The material of the two materials is different, and even if the boar is hot/expanded and contracted, the boar/hair will not fall out.

So here comes the problem, there are more than a hundred holes again......

"I want Taobao, well, I want Taobao......"

Ya's sister, this is not a human job. For Wang Tian, who is anxious, this is simply a kind of torture.

"Brother Son of Heaven _ give..."

Ling'er handed over a skewer of barbecued food.

"What are you singing? Can you teach me to sing? ”

Xiao Ling blinked his eyes and looked at Wang Tian with anticipation.

Is this singing? Brother, this is whining, okay.

Wang Tian threw away the stones in his hand, grabbed the barbecue skewers with both hands, and took a hard bite on the food.

Well, it's soft and glutinous, a bit like the taste of cooked broad beans.

If you look closely, isn't this a pork kidney? Anyway, is it really good for such a small handsome guy to eat like this?

"Okay, what song do you want to sing?" After saying that, he regretted it, this is not ordering songs in KTV.

"I'll sing a song for everyone first, and when it's done, everyone applauds." Wang Tianzui kept talking and said with a squeaky in his mouth.

After swallowing a pork kidney, and gnawing on a fruit that looks like a pear. Wang Tian cleared his throat and began to sing.

"My family lives on the loess slope, the wind blows in front of the door, whether it is the southeast wind or the southwest wind, it is my song, my song ......"

A loud loess hill sounded in the cave/inside, which was the rhythm of the sound of its own.

This is Wang Tian's specialty repertoire, but since his body has become smaller, he sings it in his current voice, which seems to have lost some charm...