"Not yet, when Cui Yi comes back, I'll give it to you together."

After Tang Yuehua finished speaking, he went to training, ignoring the eager gaze of the person behind him.

It was almost time, she looked at the sky outside, went outside to pack her things, and prepared to go back.

"Cui Er, the things on the table are for Master and Senior Brother Jingkong, when they come back, you help me give them to them."

She said to the air as she put on straw sandals.

It was raining continuously, and Tang Yuehua looked at his father and mother standing under the eaves with a sad face.

"I don't know when this rain will be, if the sky doesn't clear, our sweet potato strips won't be able to be delivered to people on time."

The man looked at the rain in the sky, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

It rained for several days, but the sweet potato strips I cut a few days ago were still wet, and I didn't mean to dry them at all.

The couple's enthusiasm was a little cold from the winter rain.

Seeing how worried they looked, she wondered if human intervention could be considered since the heavens were not beautiful?

She thought of the methods used to dry it in the afterlife.

She walked up to her father's side, "Dad, I read in the book that there is a way to dry these things with a charcoal fire, and you can dry many things at once. ”

"What is it?" Her father's face immediately began to glow.

"It's that we can imitate the cave, make a compartment inside, put the sweet potato strips inside, control the heat, and it should be no problem."

She thought that the original ovens might make the sweet potato strips taste better.

"There are specific ways to do it in the book." Father asked.

"Daddy, I'll look at it tomorrow when I go up the mountain, that book is not at home now."

The joy on her father's face faded a little, but the gloom on it finally dissipated a lot.

When it rained, they couldn't go up to the mountains to work or catch ducks, so the family gathered around the stove and laughed and talked as a family.

Tang Yuehua also held a piece of paper, used a homemade charcoal pen to write and draw on the paper, and marked some words on it.

The woman looked at her daughter looking down and writing and drawing, and couldn't help but stretch out her head to see what her daughter was drawing.

Tang Yuehua's plain hand grasped a small charcoal pen embedded in a bamboo tube, drew an informal cuboid, and marked words on it for explanation.

The woman saw that her daughter was usually not good at writing, but she did not expect to use this charcoal pen with ease.

But what are those little worm-like words on it, I've never seen this kind of writing anywhere.

At this moment, Tang Yuehua is marking some data of the cuboid, which is marked with numbers.

"Ah Yue, what are you writing here, or are you drawing something?"

Ah Yuede's mother put down the needle and thread in her hand and pointed to a number on the drawing.

"Oh, this is some of the words I saw in the book that are used to count the numbers, what's wrong mother?" She forgot for a moment that there were no numbers of this form.

It's really because the traditional numbers are a bit wasteful to write, and they also take up an area, and she forgot that there was someone next to her for a while.

"What kind of number is this, it looks weird and interesting, it's like writing a little bug, her dad don't you say?" Her mother asked, pointing to the numbers on her drawing.

"What number? Let me see? His dad came over and looked at the number.

"That's the number on it."

"Hey, not to mention that it really looks like a bug, but this one seems to have been straightened." He pointed to the 1 on the drawing,

Straightened worm, father, why is your brain so magical?

"Daddy, this is the content of the book that I thought of, these are some general contents, and I will draw them in more detail when I come back tomorrow."

She could only draw a rough sketch at the moment, after all, she had to pretend that this thing popped out of her head from time to time, and she had to find a suitable place for these things.

And those books are the best place to come from, saying that there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book!

The family's day passed uneventfully.

The second day was still a rainy day, and she thought that she must come back early today, and she would have to come back to discuss the dryer with her father, and that it would take some time for those things to come, and that she would have to invite a craftsman to come to her house.

If it were a little later, those sweet potato strips would have grown hairy.

These days, Master Kong Ming and the others still haven't returned to Meishan Temple, and their affairs should not be done yet.

Tang Yuehua thought that her reading time this morning would be canceled, she usually read those books all night, so she would pause for a morning today and change the afternoon training to the morning.

"Cui Er, there is something at home today, so I won't read in the morning, let's just train."

She didn't say much at night, and directly told Cui Er about today's arrangements.

Because Master Kong Ming had instructed him before leaving, if Tang Yuehua had other arrangements, everything would be based on her arrangement, plus the big pills she gave herself, as well as her help and respect for them.

At present, Cui Er, in addition to his master, belongs to Tang Yuehua, and his words have weight in front of him, and he slapped the captain Cui Yi behind.

After the training, Tang Yuehua hurried back, they had forgotten that Tang Yuehua had gone up the mountain a few days ago and brought a package up.

None of them opened the package to look at it.

After rushing home, Tang Yuehua took out the rectangular oven drawing.

"Daddy, let's see if it's more appropriate to build this baking kiln in this backyard."

She explained in detail the length, width and height of the drying kiln, as well as the location of the fire.

Chen Nianqun listened to his daughter's explanation, and then took the drawings and looked at them carefully.

"Ah Yue, this may have to ask the master of Waliao to come over, otherwise we may not be able to do anything about the mud on the outer wall."

Her father, who is worthy of being a perennial worker, pointed out a very important part of it.

"Daddy, we still need to make some cages, but these cages can't be made of bamboo or wood, otherwise they won't be able to carry the heat."

At that time, the temperature in the drying kiln must be very high, and high-temperature resistant materials must be used.

"That's a problem, so let's see if we can burn some clay when we can." Thinking of those hot gases, Chen Nianqun suddenly thought of those clay pottery.

"Dad, let's try these things slowly, Master, they are not in Meishan these days, I won't go up the mountain these days, I will take a look at it with you at home."

Thinking that there are many key points in this, if I don't stop it, I guess there is no way.

So she decided to stay home for the rest of the day and wait until she was taken care of before anything else.