Zhang Xin and Lu Jinshi wandered around the house for a long time before they found Zhang Xi in the firewood room. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At this time, Zhang Xi was sitting on a wooden stake in the small courtyard outside the firewood house, sharpening his sickle. When Zhang Xin pushed the firewood and came in, he happened to see Zhang Xi stepping on the whetstone with both feet, holding the sickle tightly with both hands, and his body swaying very rhythmically...... Kitchen knife ~~・" old man.

Zhang Xi saw Zhang Xin and Lu Jinshi coming over, put down the sickle, wiped the sweat on his head with his sleeve, and then picked up the basin next to him from the side and poured some water on the whetstone, and said with a smile: "Brother, finish reading the book so quickly?" ”

"Rely on ......" Zhang Xin's good mood disappeared in an instant, and he said with a depressed face, "Don't open any pot and mention which pot, go and go, play with me." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Xi saw Lu Jinshi following Zhang Xin, and thought that Zhang Xin had come out to play after reading the book, but when he heard Zhang Xin say this, he pondered that Zhang Xin ran out before he finished reading! Thinking of this, Zhang Xi couldn't help but reminded in a whisper: "Brother Xin, if you haven't finished reading it, let's go and watch it, if you can't finish reading it by then, Brother Zicheng will really beat you with a military stick." ”

Zhang Xin is annoyed to death when he hears the word reading now, although he also knows that Zhang Xi is for his own good, but he still pulls his face to the donkey, "Are you playing with me, don't say it directly." ”

Looking at Zhang Xinla's donkey face, Zhang Xi smiled bitterly, growing up with Zhang Xin since childhood, Zhang Xi has already figured out this guy's temper, although he is usually very good at talking, but occasionally he is stubborn and clearly belongs to the donkey, at this time, you must not choke him, otherwise you have to fry the hair, it is best to touch the hair. smiled helplessly at the moment, raised the sickle in his hand, "Let's go...... But I have to wait until I finish sharpening the knife first, and Ming'er will be a mangzhong. ”

Since returning to the village, Zhang Xin felt that nothing was going well, and finally had a half-day break, and he had various reasons to shirk it when he was looking for Zhang Xi to play, so he rudely pushed Zhang Xi away, snatched the sickle, and stepped on the whetstone with both feet, "Isn't it sharpening?" Little things, watch me come ......"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and pressed the sickle on the whetstone with both hands, and the "rubbing ......" was as fast as lightning like the motor, and the water that Zhang Xi poured on the whetstone was dry in just a moment, and after a while, a spark burst out from the blade and the stone.

Before Zhang Xi could speak, he saw Zhang Xin grinding on the side of the clockwork, and almost in the blink of an eye, Zhang Xin stopped his movements and threw the sickle in front of Zhang Xi's eyes, "Oh, it's done!" ”

Zhang Xi took the sickle, and took a cool breath, the blade of the sickle was rubbed hot, and a layer of oily skin was scalded off as soon as his hand was pasted, and Zhang Xi, who was in pain, quickly put his fingers into the basin next to him.

After disposing of his fingers, Zhang Xi took a closer look at the sickle sharpened by Zhang Xin, and couldn't cry or laugh at a glance, "Letter...... Brother Xin, you choked on the sharpening of the knife. ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Xi pulled a bundle of straw with his hand, and with a wave of the sickle, the dry and brittle straw was undamaged, and he cut it hard, and only a white mark appeared on the bundle of straw, and finally Zhang Xi's sickle was sawed like a saw for a long time, and the bundle of straw was barely broken. Then he handed the sickle to Zhang Xin, and looked at Zhang Xin innocently with both hands spread. Zhang Xin's face was a little red when he saw this, he didn't know how to pretend to understand, and he seemed to have helped, and after taking the sickle, he blushed like a monkey's buttocks, and said in his heart: "It's over, it's too big now." But fortunately, Zhang Xin's face is black and he has a beard, and he can't see it if he doesn't look carefully.

Zhang Xin took the sickle, tried his fingers on the blade, and sure enough, the blades were all sharpened, and a good sickle was sharpened like an axe.

Zhang Xi said: "The sharpening knife must be sharpened along the edge, just follow one direction, don't grind back and forth, as long as you grind back and forth, no matter how fast the knife is, it will be finished immediately." "This sharpening of the knife was not a difficult job, that is, it was separated by a layer of window paper, Zhang Xi was a little bit, and Zhang Xin was immediately transparent. According to the method pointed out by Zhang Xi, he poured some water on the whetstone from the new, and pressed the blade with the tiger's mouth, this time Zhang Xin sharpened much slower. Of course, this slowness is also relative, but it is much slower than the general speed of Zhang Xin's electric grinding wheel just now, but it is still as fast as lightning compared to Zhang Xi.

Zhang Xin's eyes were wonderful, and he looked carefully while grinding his hands, and sure enough, according to the method taught by Zhang Xi, a layer of iron on the blade was flattened by the whetstone little by little, and became a wedge. Then the wrist turned slightly, turning while grinding, so that the edge of the knife went along the back of the knife, and after a while, a resharpened sickle appeared in Zhang Xin's hand.

Zhang Xi took the sickle, first scraped it with his fingers, looked at Zhang Xin's still a little nervous expression and nodded, and then waved lightly at the bundle of straw just now, only to hear a soft sound of "bang", and the straw broke in response. The fracture is smooth and neat, and it is incomprehensible compared to what was sawn just now.

Zhang Xi gave Zhang Xin a thumbs up: "Brother Xin is mighty, it's the first time I've seen it sharpen so fast for the first time." ”

"That's it!" Zhang Xinyou raised his head as always, his embarrassed appearance just now had already been thrown out of the clouds, and he put on that arrogant and stinky fart look again, "This kind of trivial matter is not worth mentioning to me," said with an elongated, unspeakable stinky fart tone and repeated again, "It's not worth mentioning......"

Whenever Zhang Xin put on such an expression, Zhang Xi felt extremely underwhelmed, and really wanted to punch him in the face...... However, considering the difference in force between the two, this kind of thing can only be thought about. But today, Zhang Xi found a way to fight back, "That, Brother Xin, Brother Zicheng gave you a book on the art of war, such a trivial ......" said and specially reread the word "trivial", as if reminding something.

In an instant, Zhang Xin's unbeaten expression disappeared again, and was replaced by a donkey face, looking at Zhang Xi viciously: "Besides, I turned my face!" ”

Zhang Xi accepted it when he saw it, and he didn't stimulate Zhang Xin too much, and coughed lightly, "En'...... Finally finished sharpening the knife......" said and got up, put the sickle back in the firewood room, and came out and said, "Let's go, Brother Xin." But where are you going to go on this hot day? ”

"Hehe......" Zhang Xinba's elongated donkey face was put away, and he smiled mysteriously at Zhang Xi, but it was a pity that Zhang Xi looked so obscene, "Secret~"