Song Lingling's words are interspersed when talking for the sake of the coherence and extensibility of the story.

Her father in the past, and now the storyteller, sometimes just explain that a weapon can be broken down at noon and properly filled with water.

But when she writes, in order not to disturb her own thoughts, she writes in one go.

As for the "god-chattering" weapons mentioned in the chapters or factory-like things, a separate book is made that indicates which chapter mentions it and what it looks like.

Therefore, Lu Pan is a one-handed and one-handed annotated book.

When he saw the record player, he first went to the annotation book to look for it.

When I saw the bicycle, I also went to the book that pierced a few eyes and strung it with hemp rope.

Let the outline in your mind first, imagine it first, and then look down.

The more you look at it, the more spiritual it becomes.

As small as being interested in the record player, interested in the beer in the western restaurant, interested in people's clothing, especially women wearing high heels, you look at the picture, can you walk by stepping on such a thing?

As big as the highway, the bicycle like Hot Wheels in his eyes, the factory assembly line operation, the factory management mode, the highway construction, the tram, there is electricity, electric lights?

It is written in the annotation book that because of that kind of electricity, people can install a lamp on their hats. From then on, when I walked at night, I could see it from a long distance, not just a small piece of the torch.

I am no longer afraid of other people's sneak attacks, because those who stand guard can see it.

And on the road in the city, there is a row of lights.

Shine a light on those who are rushing home at night.

He looked at the candlestick beside his bed.

I was stunned for a moment and continued to watch.

When Lu Pan saw that the leader of the Eagle Country took his men to inspect the new "iron car" before the war, it was called a tank, and after reading all the notes about tank cars, he couldn't lie down.

Lu Pan sat up cross-legged, holding a simple and unspeakable broken book in both hands, with a look of love for it.

How the hell did she think to think of such a thing.

What was in her head?

Iron car, if he had such a weapon, he would no longer be afraid that the artillery would be killed by arrows before the cannon was fired, so that King Yan and his father did not attach much importance to the importance of fire.

He emphasized lethality 10,000 times, and they didn't pay attention to it.

Then, if a person is in an iron sheet, he will not be hit by arrows, and he will drive all the way forward, and the artillery will fire first, and even the infantry and cavalry behind him will be able to block arrows.

But what is written here is oil, and only by refueling in it can the tank move forward and forward, turn up, and the wide rails turn tires, pressing ice and snow without slipping, and not being afraid of pressing difficult roads.

Lu Pan wondered: What kind of oil?

Oil isn't for cooking, how can you let such a big iron guy move forward?

Well, he sighed.

That girl must have started to write this and start talking nonsense.

But can't you really do it?

Is it possible that there is no such thing at all?

No, Lu Pan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly rummaged through the broken book.

Bicycle, yes, bicycle, let's see how she writes, remember that it is written to pedal up, can you also pedal the tin bike.

"Bring a pen."

Xiao Quanzi hurriedly withdrew the yawn and ran to get a pen and paper.

The young master is really weird tonight, even if he runs to the bed to read, he still has to paint in bed.

After Xiao Quanzi sent the pen and paper in, he cut the wick again to make it brighter, and was about to go out, so he picked up the pen in disgust and looked at it.

Lu Pan suddenly wanted Song Fuling's pen, and he didn't know what he used to draw it, but it felt better than his.

I just want to draw a car on wheels, why is this so difficult to use.

"Young Master, are you going to change?"

"Let's get out. Hold it. ”

Lu Pan gestured the notebook in his hand: "Tomorrow, bind it like this, and bind it thicker for me." ”

Boiled for Xiao Quanzi, the sky was bright, and he yawned with the other three little guys.

The candles in the house were not extinguished all night.

Xiao Quanzi regretted it a little, it was better for him to take the initiative to ask Ying to pick up Miss Poria Cocos, at least he could sleep like his master.

At this moment, the door opened, and Lu Pan came out with a sword.

The sequelae of his sleepless night was that he was anxious to practice martial arts, anxious to get out of the story written by Song Fuling, and eager to calm himself down quickly.

With a swish, the sword wind swept sharply, and the land side jumped among the snow-covered trees.

From the dawn of the day, he practiced until the moment when the morning light shone on his side face.

He held his sword and looked in the direction of the rising sun.

He asked himself: Why has he been practicing martial arts for so long, and he is still analyzing how Song Fuling can write such a story, why can a woman write such a wonderful battle on the battlefield, just a blitzkrieg, how can she make it up.

At the same time, Qian Peiying put the rice on the kang table, both pots and chopsticks, and set it up one by one, and the porridge was served before Song Pocos and Mi Shou were called:

"Bao'er, it's time for you two to get up."

"Oops, I'm annoyed." Song Fuling sat up with her long hair scattered.

Every morning, she got up and shouted like this.

Mi Shou was draped in a quilt, and he didn't look awake, and he sat up and leaned on his sister.

Qian Peiying took the chopsticks and wanted to give them to the two children, but the two children closed their eyes.

Simply lift the lid from the small basin and pick up the plate that is snapped to the plate.

Song Fuling and Qian Mishou sniffed their noses in unison, and opened their eyes in unison.

Qian Peiying smiled: "Two greedy cats, eat quickly, your father got up in the morning to make egg cakes, boiled millet porridge, just came back deliberately, people are frying sauce, busy can't do it, I have to fry pork pies for you two when I come back, come, smear some of this sauce, eat it with egg cake rolls, drink some porridge, don't choke." ”

Song Fuling reached out and went to pick it up.

"Go down and wash your face and brush your teeth."

Song Fuling hit Mi Shou with her hand back, "You go down and wash it." ”

"Why didn't my sister go?"

"After brushing and eating, won't it be dirty again after eating? The correct order should be to eat first. ”

Mi Shou nodded: "Makes sense." ”

There is a fart truth, Qian Peiying drove the two children off the kang.

At the dinner table, Mi Shou suddenly asked, "Sister, grandma said that you are an earthworm, so what am I?" ”

Song Poria took a bite of the flatbread, it was so fragrant, and when she heard the words, she asked rhetorically: "Others say that I am an earthworm, but I am an earthworm?" ”

"That's my sister."

"Look." Ah woo is another big mouthful, and Qian Peiying said that her daughter's words are: The mouth is not big, and she eats no less than anyone else.

"I don't know, I know that my sister is beautiful and fragrant, my fair lady, and she is on the water side."

"Ahh

Qian Peiying also laughed, but after beating Song Fuling, this guy can see it with a small voice when he laughs, and he is not the same.

"Laugh like this, laugh wickedly in the morning."

Song Fuling was unconvinced: "Mother, what kind of theory are you all talking about, do you have facts to support your statement?" ”

He said to Mi Shou again: "You remember my sister's words, it's not what others say you are, you are what you are, you want to think you are what you are, and have a clear understanding of yourself." ”

"Sister, what do you think you are?"

"I'm an eagle, I don't need to look up to anyone's eagle, I want to be the kind of eagle that makes you little earthworms look up to me, Mi Shou, in the future, you have to do the same."

After speaking, Song Fuling shook her little oily hand: "Mother, roll me another big cake." ”

Qian Peiying drank the porridge before she stopped sitting on the kang, "The earthworm doesn't give the eagle burrito, and wraps it by itself." ”

Outside, Junko's voice came: "Guys, I'm here, hey, eat?" ”

Grandpa Song asked, "Have you eaten it?" ”

"Nope."