"Hey, you bear child, it's you who are going to school, and it's you who doesn't want to go, and you're beaten up, right......?" Xin Daqiang didn't react to what his son meant, Pan Guihua stopped doing it, threw the wooden spoon in his hand on the stove, grabbed a firewood stick by the stove, and started her sonic attack while chasing Xin Yu, who was dodging everywhere.

No matter how petite an adult woman is, she is stronger than a man who has not grown up, and in the end Xin Yu was undoubtedly caught, but this bear child is a strong seed, and the stick on the ninja's ass appealed to Daddy: "Abba, it's not that I don't want to learn, it's that Uncle Xin teaches too slowly, and I ......"

Pan Guihua listened to her son's words, her hand paused, Xin Yu took the opportunity to escape from the clutches of the old lady, ran behind the old father, and then continued to the old father: "I can learn the things of the day in half a morning, and it is a waste to stay there all day." ”

Pan Guihua saw her son hiding out, and quibbled about the reason why she didn't want to go to school, and immediately raised her eyebrows, and the firewood stick was immediately raised again: "You bear child is really capable, it's still wasteful, why don't you want to think about it, if you don't abide by the rules of the private school, can the main family accept you to work?"

Xin Yu was silent, he didn't know how to explain his thoughts, his parents were people who had never seen the world, and their ancestors had lived by renting the land of the master's family for generations, in their opinion, it was already a great future to be able to work in the master's house for a long time, and there was no further concept at all.

Fortunately, Xin Daqiang doted on his son and stopped his wife's domestic violence, and then touched his son's head very seriously and said: "Baby, you have to think about it, if you don't go to school, you can only farm for a lifetime in the future." ”

Xin Yu couldn't help but laugh at his father's logic, but he still explained seriously: "Abba, I am willing to learn to read and write with Uncle Xin, and in the future, I will go to the town to help people work like Uncle Xin." ”

Xin Daqiang smiled, his son is still too young to know the world at all. Xin Zhiran eats the master's house and lives in the master's house, how can he teach his son alone. However, he did not worry about his son's whims, and he believed that he would go to school in one night. The children in the entire Zhuangzi have gone to school, and the son has no playmates, so what is the point of wandering around every day? Unfortunately, Xin Daqiang and Pan Guihua both underestimated the stubbornness of the bear children.

The next morning, Xin Yu, who was woken up, was reluctant to go to school, no matter how useless Pan Guihua fiddled with eighteen kinds of martial arts. Finally, looking at her son's almost smashed ass, I don't know whether she was angry or sad, she sat on the ground and burst into tears.

Xin Yu was originally punished lying on the stool, thinking that his mother was tired of the intermission, but he suddenly heard sobbing, turned his head and looked, only to find that his mother was crying. At this moment, he panicked, and his limited life experience made him not know what to do.

Although Pan Guihua's methods of teaching her son are more fierce, Xin Yu understands in her heart that the so-called love is deeply responsible, and her mother in this life loves him far more than her mother in her previous life. He also loves his mother, and even many times he is deliberately naughty, just wanting to be closer to his mother. However, he had never seen his mother cry in front of him, and he was so sad that he also shed tears with sadness.

endured the pain and moved to his mother's side, knelt down and hugged his mother: "Mother, it's okay not to cry, it's my son who made you angry." ”

"Da Lang, Aman, my son, why are you disobedient?" Pan Guihua saw her son's crying face, and didn't know how to teach it a lesson. My son has always been very "strong", from birth to the present, whether he was stumbling and bleeding or being beaten by her, he has never cried much, but because he is sad, he also cried with him, and as a four-year-old child, it can be regarded as filial piety.

"Mother, it's not that I don't want to go to school, I just don't want to stay in the school all day. Xin Yu didn't know what to say, could he skip school just to eat?

"The private school is not run by our family, you can go if you want to, and you can't go if you don't want to. Why don't you want to stay in the academy all the time?" Pan Guihua slowed down her tone, to be honest, she was really a little curious.

"I'm hungry. Xin Yu actually didn't want to tell the real reason, on the one hand, he was ashamed of becoming a foodie, and on the other hand, in terms of family situation, he didn't want to say it to make it more troublesome. But Pan Guihua's determination to send him to school was too firm, and only this reason could make her change her mind.

Sure enough, when Pan Guihua heard this answer, tears welled up again. The son has been well-behaved since he was a child, never like other children who cry because of hunger, as a mother, she naturally knows that her son often goes out to find "wild food", if it is not too dangerous to go up the tree and down the river, she will not often beat her son. However, they can't help it, Xin Yu can still eat a few nests a day, but they can only use bran to boil wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger, which is really difficult.

Just as the mother and son were hugging and crying, Xin Daqiang pushed the door and walked in, and said very dullly: "If you don't go, you won't go." Then he took the wooden bow that hung on the wall and went out, and it turned out that he had been listening behind the door.

Xin Yu knew that his father was just going out hunting, and he wanted to stop it, but his lips squirmed twice, and in the end he didn't say anything. His father is the pillar of the family, carrying the whole family, and his wife and children can't live a good life, so he must not have a good time in his heart. It is better to let him go out and hunt some prey, so that he will not feel too guilty in his heart.

As for the animals in the mountains and forests that are in the breeding season, Xin Yu can only say sorry in his heart, even people have a hard time living when the green and yellow are not available, and they can't take care of fishing with all their might.

When Pan Guihua saw that the man was gone, she also turned around and went out silently, never mentioning going to school again. Looking at his mother's somewhat clumsy back, Xin Yu felt panicked in his heart.

After reviewing the dozen or so words taught by Xin Zhiran, Xin Yudi dragged out a large wooden box from under the bed. The wooden box is not very large, about half a meter square, but it is already a behemoth for Xin Yu. The wall of the box was one centimeter thick, and together with the contents of the box, it weighed thirty or forty pounds, and it took a lot of his strength just to drag it out.

When dragging the wooden lid, the sound of the edge of the lid rubbing against the chute is very slight, which is due to the smooth fit of the regular run-in. The guys in the box are all tools that Xin Yu has personally built in the past two years, including chipping knives, carving knives and carving knives made of marble, sharpening knives and grinding wheels made of sand stones, and small saws made of unknown stones. At first glance, this is definitely a Stone Age creation. Because the only metal items in the toolbox are miniature carving pens made from the broken sewing needles used by my mother and embedded in peach pits. However, if you pull this floor apart like a drawer, what is revealed is much more "advanced".

Hand drills, small knuckle machines, small hand grinders, hand round bar machines and cutting machines made of hardwood and marble elements, as well as marble drill bits and circular saw blades neatly stacked in the corners. Judging from the precision gears and parts, as well as the post-modern style of the shape, except for the lack of metallic texture, it is full of industrial beauty.

In order to make up this set of tools, Xin Yu suffered a lot, just polishing those hard marble parts, and now his little hands are still full of thick calluses, so he doesn't know how many sticks he has suffered from his mother. However, thanks to these tools, Xin Yu was able to make a ship model in three months. You know, he is not a carving enthusiast who eats and drinks, he spends most of his time outside looking for wild food during the day, and he does not have the conditions to fight at night at night, so it is enough luxury to be able to devote an hour to it every day.

However, Xin Yu didn't plan to go out to find food today, he decided to make a few more boat models, and then take them to the market to try his luck and see if he could make money.

With the rotation of the board machine, the wood sticks are turned into wooden boards, and then they are cut into suitable shapes; the round bar machine spins out the main mast and the cross mast one by one; the grinding machine grinds out the thin sheets to make the canvas; the cutting machine cuts out the tenon one by one; and the drilling machine drills out the sockets. Xin Yu, who was extremely concentrated, seemed to be a numerical control center for the execution of procedures, dazzling but orderly, like an assembly line production, without the slightest mistake or delay, and processed enough parts to assemble ten ship models in one day.

As night fell, Xin Yu came out of that state of excitement. He was taken aback by his speed. But it's normal to think about it, he has already done the ship model of Fufune once, and the size and shape of each part are clear, plus the internal facilities such as keel are omitted, and it is machined, so the natural speed is fast.

When Pan Guihua walked into the bedroom, she was so angry by the sawdust flying all over the room that she was about to go crazy on the spot. Fortunately, she saw the parts scattered on the low table in time, although she didn't know what those things were for, but after all, she had seen a model ship, and naturally knew that her son was trying to find a way to "generate income", and the anger immediately disappeared.

This will Xin Yu is preparing to assemble the ship model in one go, but the dim vision affects his performance. Just as he was about to light the oil lamp, he found his mother standing at the door. Looking at the mess all over the ground, he embarrassedly touched the back of his head and apologized: "Mother, I'll clean it up right away." ”

Pan Guihua lit the oil lamp and said softly: "No, I'll clean up later, you're busy with you." ”

As long as the parts are qualified, the speed of assembling the ship model is actually very fast, Pan Guihua has just finished cleaning, and Xin Yu has also completed the assembly of the first ship model.

"Why isn't it as good-looking as last time?" asked Pan Guihua, who was standing on the side, with a smile.

Xin Yu muttered in his heart: That's nature, this is a mass-produced "industrial product", and naturally it's not as good as a well-crafted artwork. However, in order not to disappoint his mother, he made an excuse and said: "This hasn't been polished yet, and it will look good if you brush it with tung oil after polishing." ”

Watching the pieces be assembled into a ship model, although he didn't do it himself, his son "made" it himself, so Pan Guihua was also full of a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

By the time Xin Yu assembled the sixth ship model, it was already completely dark. At this time, Xin Daqiang's hearty laughter came from outside the chai door: "Baby, come and see my harvest today." ”