Zhao Zixuan didn't stay in the Simen Mansion for a while, sat for a while, and simply asked about the situation of Tianmen's net and left.

In the end, it was not said what exactly would be exchanged.

The materials did not land for a while, and Xuanmen had to continue to make sweepers. Probably because I have been with the weapon for too long, and my spirit has been nervous for a long time, and when I made this kind of gadget, the craftsmen and officials of the Xuanmen only thought that they were relaxed.

Their relaxation is to express their creativity on the sweeper.

Two days later, a large number of sweeping chickens and sweeping ducks of different shapes appeared in front of Wanwan. These sweepers are exquisitely made, although there are no functions such as automatic obstacle avoidance and automatic timing, but it is more convenient and labor-saving than sweeping the floor by hand.

The style of these sweepers is not uniform, some of the carvings are vivid and lifelike, some are just a bunch of abstract geometric patchwork, some rely on the machine, some rely on the wind,......

At first glance, when she saw so many different types of sweepers, Wan Wan was still a little excited. She looked east and west, touching this and knocking on that one. Then he casually held up a sweeping chicken that couldn't see where the mechanism was, and asked curiously: "How to use this?" ”

This sweeping chicken carving is vivid, showing the shape of flapping wings and ready to fly. Although it looks like a wooden chicken, the spirit is like an eagle.

It was the youngest craftsman official of the Xuanmen who came out to answer. He had big eyes, long eyelashes, and the two rows of eyelashes fluttered when he spoke, looking a little innocent.

Of course, he has more than one work, and now he has found another one, and wants to find a place to demonstrate. Helplessly, the yard was full of all kinds of sweepers, so he had to explain by comparison: "My lord, this can be used as a juju play." Kick this wing, and it will move in a straight line. Kick this side of the wing and it will turn. With each kick, you can walk three feet. ”

At this point, his tone raised, and his eyes lit up, "The subordinate deliberately set the distance to three feet, so that the number of kicks can be increased. Sweeping the floor with it is more like playing Kemari. ”

Wan Wan ......

Although this is a good idea, don't you want to be lazy in the original intention of using a sweeper?

Kemari consumes more calories than sweeping the floor.

Wan Wan silently put down the sweeper and picked up the one next to her. This is also the shape of a chicken, the material is wood, iron, and the overall look is a decent type, but the hemispherical shape of the tail makes it successfully break away from the decent team and enter the column of the bone Qingqi.

Wan Wan pointed to the hemispherical shape and asked with admiration, "What do you think about this half-laid egg?" ”

Wan Wan didn't guess that this sweeper was actually from Xue Cheng's hand. Facing this strange and somewhat embarrassed sweeping chicken, Xue Cheng did not have the slightest abnormality on his face, the only difference from usual was a little more pride.

Apparently he himself was very pleased with the work.

"This is a chicken vacuum cleaner specially tailored for adults. This egg is where the machine is. When used, simply hit the egg with a stone from the internal force, and the sweeping chicken will start sweeping the floor. In this way, you can practice concealing weapons while sweeping the floor.

Not only does it sweep the floor, but it also sprinkles insect repellent powder at the same time, which is perfect for summer use. ”

Wan Wan ......

It's strenuous! It doesn't sound like the Kemari chicken just now. And after sweeping, it is medicine powder and stones, and the picture is intoxicating when you think about it.

Wan Wan put down this sweeper, then changed the way and picked one that looked reliable.

This is a sweeping duck that relies on wind power, and it is very reliable from the appearance to the actual function, and the only unreliable thing is the power problem. When you use it, you need one person to follow behind, desperately fanning the air.

......

After looking at a few sweepers, Wan Wan was puzzled. All the Xuanmen craftsmen and officials have a strict coldness, and their eyes are different from others, always with a little bit of arrogance. It's as if the whole world isn't as smart as they are.

Such a group of people, no matter how you look at it, don't look like teasers.

Gu Changsheng has a different kind of enthusiasm for these sweeping chickens and ducks. Like Wan Wan, he also plunged into these sweepers, looking east and west, touching this and knocking on that one. Unlike Wan Wan, the more he looked at it, the more his emotions grew.

After roughly estimating the quantity, Gu Changsheng said with a fluttering eyebrow: "If you want to sell it, how much silver will you get." ”

Xue Cheng snorted lightly and said, "Things for personal use, don't sell them." ”

Gu Changsheng grinned and said, "If you use so many of them yourself, you won't be able to use them." ”

When Wan Wan heard this, she stood up abruptly and said, "First pick a few and send them to the official family." She looked around and said to the more reliable Tantai Ling: "Ah Ling, you can choose." Pick a few for the emperor too, and make them interesting. ”

Wan Wan's little abacus is very simple. In this time and space, what was popular in the palace was the easiest for officials and nobles to imitate. Send some to the palace first, and if it can cause a trend, then take out some of them for limited purchases, and take the opportunity to make a small fortune.

If you can't stir up any waves, then there is no loss. It's not bad to just give a gift to your boss.

After entrusting the matter to the Tai Ling, Wan Wan chose a few to take back and use.

opened such a sweeper appreciation conference, and it was almost the time to get down to the next value.

Wan Wan moved out of the Simen Mansion, originally thinking of getting rid of the human camera in the far away court, but she didn't think that this thing was very persistent, and implemented the policy that Wan Wan followed as soon as she left the mansion. Wan Wan eats, and he guards in the dark. Wan Wan rested, and he stayed outside all night.

After two or three days like this, Wanwan's conscience couldn't bear it first. So there was a room in this house.

Tonight, the distant dynasty had official business and couldn't come out. There are only Feng Han and Wan Wan in a huge house.

Feng Han prepared a meal for three people, and saw that Ye Yuanchao didn't feel fresh, "What about people?" ”

Wan Wan put down the big bamboo basket in her hand, walked to the water tank to fetch water and wash her hands, "There is something, I guess I will come back later." ”

Feng Han listened attentively to the movements around and confirmed that no one was in the dark. The opportunity was rare, so she seized the time to communicate with the plan, "Sister Awan, you didn't hold such a grudge when you were a child. ”

She deliberately lowered her tone very slowly, creating an atmosphere of heart-to-heart conversation.

Wan Wan didn't have the heart to pay attention to the change in the atmosphere, she plucked the water and said stiffly: "People will grow up." ”

Feng Han choked, and said in a tone like a big brother treating a naughty little sister: "Okay, good, good, it's me who didn't do it first." But that's it? ”

Wan Wan shook the water beads in her hand and asked, "Why not." Tattoo on you without saying hello, are you willing? ”

Feng Han thought about it seriously, shook his head and said, "Not happy." ”

Don't put yourself in your shoes and think about it, Feng Han is a little embarrassed when he thinks about it like this. She put a spoonful of soup into her mouth, and was about to change the topic, when she heard Wan Wan say angrily: "If you want to prick those words, you have to prick your heart, what's the matter with stabbing your back?" ”

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a mist of water that was not very uniform and fine sprayed out, and was plated with a brilliant glow by the evening light - it was a mouthful of soup spewed out by Feng Han.