A bright light appeared in front of Wang Bo's eyes, this is a fairytale world.

A little boy plays innocently, holding not a high-tech toy, nor a bought doll, but a handmade gadget.

If I had to name it, it would be called a walnut windmill. After all, Wang Bo also played with it when he was a child, and this is a pure classical craft toy.

Speaking of this walnut windmill, it is not particularly difficult to make, but it is very time-consuming, it is a simple principle, and it is a little difficult to make it manually.

First of all, you need to choose a walnut, not a walnut like a walnut, but an ordinary large walnut.

The selected walnuts must be large enough, and then grind off the sharp corners of the two sections, and then punch holes along the ends, taking care not to break the walnuts.

Of course, it doesn't matter if it's broken, just peel it off and eat the walnut kernels, throw away the walnut shell after eating, and choose the walnut again to start.

After laying the vertical hole, don't rush to do anything else, continue to choose a smooth surface and then make a hole horizontally, of course, pay attention to avoid the edged surface.

This is basically half done, and then find a wire, go through the hole, hollow out the walnut kernels inside, and dig out the partition by the way, so that the inside becomes hollow.

Then prepare a cotton rope, about 20 centimeters, a 15 centimeter bamboo stick, not too thick, not too thin, just into the vertical hole, and then get a small button, or a key ring. Finally, prepare an ice cream board, and of course a medical tongue depressor is also possible.

Then make a small hole in the middle of the bamboo stick so that the cotton rope can pass through. Make a hole the thickness of a bamboo stick in the middle of the tongue depressor, thread the bamboo stick through it, glue it to the top, and make it look like a bamboo dragonfly.

Thread the cotton rope through the small hole in the middle of the bamboo stick, and then tie a dead knot so that it does not fall out when pulled, and you can wrap it around the bamboo stick and then tie it up.

Finally, the cotton rope is pulled out of the walnut windmill through a small glossy hole with iron wire, and the pulled end is tied with a button, or a key ring, or even something else.

As long as you don't let the cotton rope slide in, then turn the windmill by hand to tighten the cotton rope, and then the walnut windmill is ready.

Pinching the walnut with one hand and pulling the cotton rope with the other hand will make the windmill turn, which is a very interesting little toy.

Of course, book lovers who like it can also try to make it, but be sure to pay attention to safety. Be careful not to hurt yourself when punching. Don't hurt others, in short, safety is the most important thing.

Wang Bo saw the walnut windmill in the little boy's hand, and evoked a trace of memory. I seem to have played this when I was a child, and it's really nostalgic.

The proprietress in the picture looks much younger than now, watching the little boy play on the sidelines, everything is so harmonious and happy.

The only flaw is that I don't see the husband of the boss's wife, that is, the father of the little boy, and in the whole picture, there are only two people, the little boy and his mother, the boss.

As soon as the picture turned, the proprietress was talking to a monk, it turned out that the monk had come to make a fortune, but the proprietress didn't have much money, only two stupid eggs laid by the old hen, and she was not willing to eat them, and planned to leave them for her children to supplement nutrition.

However, when he saw that the monk who had turned into a relationship was dressed very thinly in winter, he took it upon himself to invite the monk to his home for dinner.

On the surface, everything is fine. The monk didn't know what he said, but the proprietress was very excited, and she actually killed the only old hen in the house that laid eggs, and made a pot of old hen stew.

The monk was invited to drink chicken soup, and then took out the wine that was treasured at home.

Wang Bo looked confused, this monk was too good at fooling, and even asked the proprietress to kill the only old hen and take out the treasured wine.

It feels incredible, hypnosis is not so magical.

However, Wang Bo didn't pay too much attention here, but continued to watch.

Perhaps it was the sincerity of the proprietress that moved the monk, and the monk took out a long-life lock, let the proprietress take out the little boy, and personally put the long-life lock on the little boy.

The little boy was very happy to receive this gift, and he jumped up and down in the corner of the yard to tease the ants, and went to play alone.

The proprietress apologized, took the utensils and went to the kitchen to clean up, and asked the monk to take care of the little boy by yourself.

It's a pity that the proprietress didn't know that it was precisely because she didn't check for a while that she caused a tragedy for herself.

Wang Bo saw that the monk carefully observed the proprietress and confirmed that she was busy in the kitchen, took out a handkerchief from her arms, walked to the little boy's side, squatted down and quickly covered the little boy's face.

The little boy struggled for a moment, and then passed out. The monk picked up the little boy, looked left and right, covered it with his wide monk's robe, and walked away quickly.

No one knew that under this monk's clothes, there was a child hidden.

The monk's robe was perfectly camouflaged, except for looking a little fat, it was impossible to see a child a few years old hidden under the clothes.

The proprietress continued to do housework in the kitchen, but she didn't hear the voice of her child for a long time, and she didn't hear the voice of the monk just now, so she realized that it was wrong, and when she walked to the yard, she had already lost the trace of the monk and her own child, and only one of her children's shoes was left at the gate, which she made with her own hands, and embroidered a Buddha word on it, she hoped that the Buddha would bless her child.

The proprietress ran desperately along the road in front of the door for more than an hour, and the cloth shoes on her feet were lost, but there was no figure of the monk along the way, she fell to the ground in despair, crying bitterly, she lost her son and was abducted and sold by human traffickers.

As soon as the picture turned, the proprietress and her husband divorced, it turned out that the proprietress lost her fertility because of an accident, and after the little boy was abducted, she could no longer take on the responsibility of inheriting the family for her husband, so her mother-in-law and father-in-law were not happy that she continued to rely on her son, so she forced her to sign a divorce agreement, but maybe her father-in-law saw that she was pitiful, so he secretly transferred a house under his name to the proprietress, but asked not to harass his son again.

Later, the proprietress's ex-husband married a new daughter-in-law and made some money in business, and the family moved out of here and went to other places to develop.

And the proprietress guarded the house left by her former father-in-law and turned it into a restaurant, barely making ends meet.

However, people often see her as pitiful and take care of her, so it's okay to mix, not too miserable.

Of course, the main problem is that after her son was abducted and left, the proprietress began to worship the Buddha, hoping that the Buddha would punish the fake monk and help her find her son.

Of course, as long as she heard the monk's request to drink wine and eat meat, the proprietress couldn't help but think of the former liar monk, which was very unkind to Wang Bo.