Tuanzi said, "You mind how good, of course others are good to you!" ”

Han Zhuge's face turned red, his voice lowered, and he whispered: "Master, the little one has just pinched a few new things." ”

He took it out for the beads to see, he pinched a few ornaments, some similar to the picture of a lady, but more childlike, there are also kittens and dogs, and even pinched out a pot of camellias, the petals are also vivid, except for a little smaller, just like the real thing.

The little one of the dumplings squatted there, looked at this, looked at that, and nodded violently: "Good-looking!" Hanshu is great! ”

Han Zhuge's eyes were bright, and he whispered: "Master, I only figured it out yesterday, I used the noodle man to pinch those houses and pavilions, in fact, the way is not right, the noodle is soft, the noodle man should pinch some, carefully curled, with wood and other materials are not easy to make, so I think about what Pixiu, Shi dare to be, the lion can be pinched, but I don't have it at hand, does the master have it?" ”

Tuanzi shook his head: "There are no beads, but the beads can help you ask for the pot." ”

Han Zhenge hurriedly said, "Does the master want it?" If you want, pinch the small one. ”

Tuanzi thought for a while and replied seriously: "Zhuzhu is not funny or not, but even if it is not fun, Zhuzhu will not be unhappy, but it will be happy if it is Korean wine, and Zhuzhu thinks it is okay!" ”

Han Zhenge opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

After a while, he said abruptly: "Master, you said that the little noodle pinching person will be useless?" ”

Danzi: "What are you doing when you don't go out?" ”

Han Zhenge said: "It's just that it's not capable, it's not powerful, it's stupid, it's embarrassing." ”

Tuanzi's eyes widened in surprise: "But you're already so good!" Your hands are more tired than everyone else! Zhuzhu's clumsy hands, the vegetables don't fall off the table, and the mother and relatives praise Zhuzhu is great! ”

The two of you talked about each other, and they chatted quite hotly.

Huo Shenzhao replaced Sheng Minglin, watching the child here, only watching silently, not bothering, Lychee stood aside, and also watched silently.

Although Han Zhuge's rules are not very good, sometimes he talks about you and me, but he doesn't have any bad intentions, so Lychee doesn't care, anyway, as long as Zhuzhu chats happily.

On the other hand, he did not forget to instruct people to go to the treasury to find some complicated ornaments, so that Han Shen Ge could learn.

Of course, there is no shortage of these things in Duanwangfu, and after a while, hundreds of thousands of silver ornaments were placed on the ground, and Tuanzi sat on a small bench on the side, with his little hands on his cheeks, and looked at Han Zhenge with great interest.

Han Zhenge is very smart, take a Pixiu over, and after he imitates pinching it out, he can immediately change his posture and color, and pinch out several of them.

Princess Duan came over to see her daughter after she was busy, and she looked at it, and said to Han Zhuge: "You can see if you can pinch out twelve for me, whether it's a boy or a Pixiu, it's good to give away this kind of small and delicate thing." ”

Han Zhenge responded repeatedly.

Princess Duan called again: "Bring the pattern of the four-sided divine beast in my room and let him pinch it." ”

The brocade clothes went in response, and they took it after a while, and Han Zhenge was not in a hurry, he took a look at the pattern, and began to pinch it, without looking up, he pinched it out after a while.

And because the green dragon is a dragon, it doesn't look good if it is pinched into a long strip, but when Han Zhuge pinched the green dragon with a cloud of auspicious clouds, he had a feeling of a green dragon coiling pillar, which suddenly looked good and became more powerful.

Princess Duan was very happy, asked someone to take a box, carefully packed it and waited for it to dry, and rewarded him.

Huo Shenzhao couldn't help but take a few more looks.

Not to mention anything else, Han Zhuge's memory is really good, and looking at his bright eyes, he obviously likes this.

Huo Shenzhao asked, "Are you literate?" ”

Han Zhuge said embarrassedly: "When I was at home, I went to private school for half a year, and I only knew a few words, and then I didn't read it anymore. ”

Huo Shenzhao nodded, and said warmly: "I'll give you a few paintings when I go back, it's not a valuable thing, but since you like this, it is inevitable that it will involve painting. ”

Han Zhuge thanked him repeatedly.

When Sheng Minglin came back in the evening, Huo Shenzhao told him.

Since he has talent, Sheng Minglin doesn't mind pulling people with his hand, so he took a notebook and gave it to him, connected with several pens and inkstones, and handed it to the account room, and gave him a knife of paper and an ingot of ink from his share every month.

Whether there are more or not, and what he learns depends on himself.

For the subordinates, this is to completely please the master, and no one dares to say sour words anymore.

So Han Zhenge had a separate small room, and the housekeeper also gave him some old tables and chairs, although they were old but they could be used, except for preparing noodles for Zhuzhu, he didn't have to do other work at ordinary times, and he could stay in the room all the time.

However, this is a convenient thing for Sheng Minglin.

After dinner here, Sheng Minglin urged three times and two times, and the housekeeper sent the two toothbrushers that he hurriedly made.

Sheng Minglin tested the softness of the bristles, cleaned and soaked them carefully, and then the family gathered around Zhuzhu to watch Sheng Minglin brush Zhuzhu's teeth.

Sheng Minglin also tried for a long time before he found a suitable posture, beads tied to a small pocket, standing on the stool, Sheng Minglin stood behind her, just half a head taller than his sister, and then took her little hand, dipped in bamboo salt, up and down, left and right, brushing up and down, left, left and right.

Duan Wang Ye stood in front, and from time to time held up his daughter's fat chin to take a look, the two fathers and sons were like doing something big, and they brushed seriously for a long time, and the front placket of the dough was all wet, and the shoes were wet, and then Sheng Minglin finally nodded: "It should be okay, right?" ”

Duan Wang Ye hugged his face and looked at it: "Well, it's okay." ”

Sheng Minglin shook his arms beside him, stretched his body, and the dumplings also shouted: "I'm tired of brushing my teeth!" Zhuzhu's arms are sore! ”

Duan Wang Ye said: "Will you still eat sugar in the future?" ”

Danzi didn't hesitate at all: "Eat!" ”

Princess Duan stood by the door and watched, smiling back and forth.

Then Sheng Minglin coaxed Zhuzhu to sleep like serving the little ancestor.

After brushing like this for two days, Sheng Minglin had the courage to give his sister a round of sugar, and he didn't have a toothache, which was a great sense of accomplishment.

Princess Duan saw it in her eyes, made a batch of brushing teeth from him, put them in the shop and sold them, and said to him: "When we can sell the silver, we will divide the two of us fifty-fifty." ”

Sheng Minglin: "......"

Princess Duan is really a very cute mother.

On the third day, wheelchairs and other things were made.

Sheng Minglin directly asked someone to send Qin Jiangbai over, give it a try, if there is anything inappropriate, he can also find someone to change it.

When they met again, Qin Jiangbai slammed directly to the ground, Sheng Minglin avoided it with a smile, the two didn't say much about this matter, they each tacitly agreed and were busy with their own things.

Following.

Han Zhuge was accustomed to Zhuzhu not calling him in the morning, so he hid in the room, but a little steward came over and said to him: "The shop outside has received something from a noodle master, you go and see if there is anything you need." ”

Han Zhenge was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly thought of something, his face changed a little, and he said after a while: "Hmm." ”

He was obediently led out of the door, and the steward kept leading him out a few streets, looked left and right, and quickly pulled him into the corner, and pushed him into the door of a shop.

The person inside pointed to the stairs, and Han Zhenge walked up silently.

Upstairs, the beautiful woman with gray hair turned around, with tears in her eyes, and Han Zhuge said in a low voice: "Mother! ”