In the evening, with the consent of Ruan Yongsheng and Wu, after breakfast the next day, Tian Xinmiao began to be busy in the carpentry room and backyard.

First of all, he leveled the open space in the middle of the backyard with a shovel, and since there was no stone for tamping the ground at home, she had to use a hammer to tamp the ground over and over again.

Wu didn't understand why she did this, but after watching her hit the ground with a hammer, he also brought a hammer to help her.

At ten o'clock, the ground did not look as porcelain as it had been rammed, but it was no longer so rough.

Tian Xinmiao ran to the carpentry room again and began to get busy.

At about eleven o'clock, Tian Xinmiao ran into the kitchen to prepare lunch, but was pushed out by Wu.

Tian Xinmiao was not polite, because she was really worried that her time for the day would not be enough for her to do what she needed to train.

After lunch, Tian Xinmiao was busy for more than an hour before carrying wooden ridges and round wooden sticks of different lengths and shapes into the backyard.

"Baby, what did you say Xinmiao was going to do, why did she get those wooden sticks."

In the morning, she leveled the ground, thinking that it was intended to be used as a place for martial arts practice, but what is the use of this section of wood?

In the afternoon, because Tian Xinmiao was handling the wood, Wu couldn't help, so he had to accompany Ruan Yongsheng to sit under the eaves of the porch and do needlework.

At this time, seeing Tian Xinmiao entering the backyard with a section of wooden sticks, he couldn't wait to stand up, "Daddy, I'll go and see, maybe I can help, and by the way, let's see what she wants those wooden sticks for, and I'll tell you when I come back." ”

"Baby, why don't you help me, and I'll go in and have a look?"

He was scratched by curiosity in his heart, and he was really anxious.

Wu Shi had already paused in his steps, and looked back at Ruan Yongsheng, who had no intention of continuing to carve patterns on the lamp shelf in his hand, "It's okay, you may be able to understand what Xinmiao is doing, but I can't understand it." ”

Although Ruan Yongsheng hadn't studied for a few years, in Wu's eyes, he knew much more than her.

Wu supported Ruan Yongsheng, who was on crutches, with one hand and a chair in the other, and the two walked slowly into the backyard.

Tian Xinmiao had already planted a round, hollow hole in the middle, about 30 centimeters high, on the place against the wall, and was using his feet to tamp the perimeter of the stick.

"Dad, mother, why are you here?"

"New seedlings, why did you plant a stake?" Wu couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Xinmiao, do you have to hit or kick that stake with your fists when you practice?"

Ruan Yongsheng felt that his guess must be correct, but why was the stake so short, I am afraid that he could only kick it with his feet.

The corners of Tian Xinmiao's mouth couldn't help but bend, stopped the work under his feet, walked over and took the chair in Wu's hand, and put it in the root of the wall where the sun could shine.

"Dad, sit down first, that stake is not for beating or kicking."

Waiting for Ruan Yongsheng to sit down, Tian Xinmiao said to Wu: "Mother, you give me a hand, and when I do it, you and Dad will understand." ”

"Okay, I'll give you a hand."

Being able to help Tian Xinmiao, Wu was very happy.

With the help of Wu, Tian Xinmiao first rolled up a piece of iron that he had finally found and put it into the hole in the middle of the wooden stake, and then put another wooden stick thinner than the wooden stake at the bottom into the hole in the thick wooden stake.

Tian Xinmiao tried to push it, although it was not very smooth, it was quite stable.

Next, Tian Xinmiao inserted several round wooden ridges of different lengths, small heads and large tails into the hollow at the upper end, and inserted wooden wedges at their tails to fix them.