Fortunately, Song Fusheng didn't know at this time that he had dug a pit for himself on the issue of the four strong.

How is it not a pit?

If he doesn't mix well, where will he arrange a job for Sizhuang? You have to be more decent than a lost job, right?

Song Fusheng squinted at the top of Mi Shou's head.

The little man was squatting there, holding a footcloth in his little hand, and was seriously wiping his uncle's feet.

I don't know if this kid, in a few years, will have the ability of his four strong brothers, and he will suddenly go home to get the girl.

As soon as Mi Shou finished wiping, Song Fusheng shook his two big feet and said, "You are not good at doing this job." But I smell it, I don't wash it, do I smell it every time I wash it? ”

"Hey, it still stinks." Mi Shouzhen smelled it.

"Hahaha," Song Fusheng picked up Mi Shou and hugged him into his arms for a long time, giving the child a stunned grind.

Put it into the bed, and the three of them tacitly began the countdown.

About twenty minutes later.

Song Fusheng leaned close to Mi Shou's ear: "Coo," to test whether the child was asleep, he was given a fist by Qian Peiying.

It's not going to be right every day.

Song Fuling couldn't hold back her laughter on the side of the kang, and then rolled her eyes and entered the space.

"Ah, my bed is still comfortable, my bed, my bed!" Poof, Song Fuling lay on her back on the bed in a large font, her two little hands were not idle, as if touching her beloved, gently touching her big bed.

The first thing Qian Peiying did when she entered the space, she had an apple in her mouth, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of yogurt, came to the door of her daughter's bedroom, and threw it at her daughter, who caught a carp on the bed, Qian Peiying turned around and left, and went straight to the kitchen.

Find soy sauce, sesame oil incense, vegetables, garlic, eat apples, cut beef, and slap cucumbers, persimmons mixed with sugar, and in the blink of an eye, she prepared a few side dishes.

Beer, drinks, mineral water, onion rings, potato chips, chocolate.

used to be the most garbage food in Qian Peiying's eyes, but now she loves to eat it more than anyone else.

This space just can't cook, no electricity,

Want to bring firewood to the space for an indoor campfire? The temperature here is still constant, and I am afraid that the fumes will not be released, and I will suffer in the future.

If she can cook in the space, Qian Peiying can make a fried chicken in the blink of an eye.

Put everything that can be eaten and what can be conjured up after eating on the dining table, and Qian Peiying carried a bunch of grapes back to her bedroom.

She stared back and forth at herself in the mirror.

This mirror is a big treasure, I have never cherished a broken mirror so much before, and I only knew in ancient times that it was very difficult to see myself clearly.

Qian Peiying looked at the mirror and carefully observed the skin, no wonder the girl's cream was more than 10,000 yuan, it was really okay, not in vain. And those few water, lotion masks, are indeed better than her skin care products.

I insisted on it for a few months, rubbing layer by layer, washing my face with the water left over from boiling milk tofu, it was different, I got what I paid for, at least it was more than the fine hair in ancient times.

However, there is one thing that the girl uses is not good, eye cream, she doesn't use it, and she grows fat particles.

Qian Peiying found a small bag, which was used to go to the night market to buy vegetables and put change in the past.

She put away the little brown bottle on her dressing table and prepared to take it out.

The little brown bottle was bought by Lao Song when she took her to Dubai.

Lao Song remembered her day by day, and bought her a bag on that trip.

Don't want it, you have to buy it, and she was in a hurry, and threatened her: "Hurry up and pick one, don't force me to say Thekoo." ”

That can't be all wanted, so frightened that she hurriedly picked one at the time, just this one.

Qian Peiying opened the wardrobe at this time and took out the bag.

When I carried it out, my colleagues asked, such as farming every day.

Now it is impossible to carry it, and the ancient people do not know the brand when they carry it, and they have to think that there is no furoshiki convenient. I can only look at it when I enter the space.

Old Song in the study.

Excuse me: What are the girls doing?

Didn't I come in to flip books?

Why was he left alone in front of the dizzy bookcase?

"You two hurry up."

Song Fuling heard her father's call, and took the lead in grinding over.

As soon as I came in, I raised my eyebrows, and my father flipped through the books that he was looking for for a long time.

Stretching out his little hand, he pulled out the Bronze Age in Song Fusheng's arms, "There is nothing you are looking for here." ”

"What are you doing with me reading the library?"

"I see this book jacket says 1206 or something."

"That's the meaning of the first issue of a few years, not about the year 1206."

Song Fuling continuously pulled out the elimination book from Song Fusheng's arms, holding the last one:

"The widow has a disease, what are you doing with it, Dad. This is a book that tells three short stories, the poet and the hospital, the Mongolian soldiers and the plague, and the story of a doctor who returned from studying in the United States and used the knowledge he learned to treat his father's death. ”

Song Fusheng: My father was tired and tired to go abroad to study, and he was cured to death when he turned around. As soon as I heard it, I knew that the kid was not studying well outside.

Alas, he was too hard for him.

The reader really can't pretend to be a reader, he can't find a book, and he is dizzy.

"Then you can help me."

The three of them sat cross-legged in the study.

While eating, he draws, flips through books, takes notes, and is not idle in his mouth, but also communicates.

"Peiying, have you ever seen a waterwheel?"

"I'm from the county, where have I seen it, there are few in the north."

Song Fusheng choked on a sentence, okay, he is a rural person, drawing circles on paper with his childhood memory, he has seen a kind of foot pedal, taken from the well.

If you want to say that you have seen a lot of waterwheels, Song Poria.

She traveled to Zhangjiajie and Guangxi and saw it.

Flipping through the book, she also found some information sentence by sentence, she didn't know anything about farming, and she didn't dare to be interested, so she didn't have any books on this subject. The east and west sentences are all a few sentences brought out by various books.

That's all I can do with this information.

Song Fuling snatched the paper in his father's hand: "What are you drawing," rubbed off the eraser and started by himself.

The little mouth muttered:

"We have to make a big waterwheel, and only the big ones can irrigate six or seven hundred acres of land.

According to the axle diameter of the small waterwheel mentioned in this book, it can be calculated proportionally, if we make a spoke diameter of about 20 meters, we can lift water up to about 15 to 18 meters, and the thick axle should be this data.

The process of converting potential energy into kinetic energy should consider the degree of good force.

Then when installing the bamboo tube containing water on the runner, it is also necessary to consider how many degrees it is with the cylinder axle and the distance between the flow tank and the runner. ”

Song Fusheng leaned over: "How many degrees?" "What the waterwheel looks like, everything I have seen can be drawn, and I can say two words compared to the stroke. But to design something that works, you don't have to have this degree and that degree.

The irrigation of hilly and hillside areas, including the construction of canals, is exquisite, can be watered, and can also be used to drain water when water accumulates in low places, these must be particular.

Song Fuling: "Don't worry, I don't count." ”

"And what's the painting next to you?"

"Windmill, I'm afraid that the river in our Renjia Village is not turbulent, only the hydrodynamic force drives the main wheel slowly, I add a fan-shaped wind power to assist on the side, and it can turn up."

Song Fusheng couldn't hold back a smile: His daughter, Dafa, is amazing.

"You paint well, Dad is not blindly involved, I will take it out for a field trip after you finish painting. It doesn't matter if you make a mistake, don't worry about it. ”

Yes, I threw this stall directly to Song Fuling.

Song Fusheng pulled Qian Peiying, took the pen and went out of the study.

Can't stay in a place where there are too many books, depressing.

The two sat on the sofa, drinking beer and drinks and eating side dishes, and the more they talked, the more speculative they became.

"Get a moving wheel, and the moving wheel will pick up the plow. I redesigned this plowshare, I call it a hoe, the front is pointy, the grass can be cut directly, and the deep digging effect is good, you see how it is. ”

Qian Peiying drank Coke: "You are really amazing." ”

Song Fusheng hurriedly told again: "Then install a handrail, you don't have to bend down, push and walk, walk around, and plow the land while walking." ”

Qian Peiying: "You'd better get an adjustable handrail, adjust the height according to your height, and everyone can straighten up and plow." And this plow, old Song, you'd better be able to fix the kind that can be disassembled. At that time, the plough will be removed and replaced with a rake, and the land will be leveled. It's called using one tool for both. ”

"That has to use screws, disassembly can be screwed, and it can't be specified with fish maw glue."

Qian Peiying: "Go back and unscrew the screws on the juicer where Lu Pan is sitting, take it and go to the master to make it, if people ask who designed the screws, you will say that Lu Pan did it." ”