"What are clothes?"

"Clothes are clothes!"

"Oh..." Brick understood. An apron is a garment, and a garment is an apron.

"Then second brother, is this also an apron?" Brick asked his brother seriously, pulling his Mai.

Li Mengxi took a deep breath and kept telling himself that this is his biological brother and he must be patient. He must be patient.

But in fact, although Li Mengxi looked calm, his mood at this time was actually...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The groundhog screams.

I don’t want to explain to my stupid brother what an apron is.

Li Mengxi was multitasking. While taking the ring knife to remove the armor plate, he changed the subject.

My brother doesn't want to memorize numbers anymore.

"Come on, Brick, my second brother will teach you how to recite poetry." Li Mengxi said.

"What?" Brick was extremely confused, his eyes wide open.

Brick is only a little older, and he doesn't know much about common sense in life, let alone literacy.

"Come and let me teach you," Li Mengxi said without raising his head, "The first sentence is, leave the original grass."

Brick didn't respond.

"Li Li Yuan Shang Cao, come and read with your second brother. Li - Li - Yuan - Shang - Cao." Li Mengxi slowed down his speaking speed and spelled out the words as clearly as possible so that his younger brother could hear them more clearly.

Some.

"Li-Li-Yuan-Shang-Cao" Brick thought it was funny, so he read it word by word along with his brother.

"One year old and one year old, there is glory." Li Mengxi said again.

"One crack, one hole!" Brick followed the second sentence in a strange cadence unique to children. He didn't raise the words when he should, and he didn't raise the words when he should. His tone was strange, and he followed the second sentence speciously.

In the third sentence, Li Mengxi put another removed armor piece aside and continued: "Wildfire cannot burn it all."

"Wild fire, it can't burn close!" Brick repeated.

"The spring breeze...cough, blows again."

Brick: "Spring breeze, cough! Blowing oil."

Li Mengxi raised his head and looked at his brother speechlessly. I coughed because my throat felt uncomfortable. What the hell are you trying to cough?

But it’s good, my silly brother can read along.

"Come on, do it again."

"Li Li Yuan Shang Cao."

"Li Li Yuan Shang Cao."

"One year old and another old and prosperous."

"A hole in one piece!"

…

Two brothers, one teaching and the other learning, the driver in front of the car couldn't help but look back.

Bai Juyi's poems are easy to understand.

There is a very warm allusion about Bai Juyi.

It is said that Bai Juyi wrote a new poem one day. In a good mood, he read the poem to an old woman next door. After reading it, he smugly asked the old woman, how did my poem go?

The old woman smiled and said, "Poetry is only listened to by nobles and nobles. How can we ordinary people understand poetry after listening to it?"

Bai Juyi was greatly shocked by this, and every time he wrote a poem in the future, he would read it to the old woman next door until the old woman could fully understand it.

Since then, Bai Juyi's poems have become more and more popular and easy to understand, and are loved by the working people.

It is said that during the Tang Dynasty, envoys sent to the Tang Dynasty brought Tang poetry back to Japan. The poetry world of the Tang Dynasty was rich in culture. Why do the Japanese like Bai Juyi's poems the most?

Because they are simple, popular and easy to understand, the poems of other poets are more difficult to understand for Japanese people who have just accepted Chinese culture.

A song called "Li Li Yuan Shang Cao" can still be understood even though it spans thousands of years of time and space.

Li Mengxi taught his younger brother to recite poems. The driver listened to it several times and memorized it all.

And Lao Tie understood, he laughed, raised his whip happily, whipped the animal gently, and whispered the poem over and over again.

When his younger brother could memorize all four lines of the poem, Li Mengxi left it to him to read and play.

The child was full of energy and fresh, so Brick recited the poem over and over again at the top of his lungs.

Until noon approached, the sun became scorching hot, and Brick became tired and refused to carry it any more.

"It's noon." Li Mengxi stretched his head out of the window and glanced at the sky, then murmured in a low voice.

It's noon and there's nothing to eat.

Common people in the Han Dynasty had two meals a day, and even if the country warriors were on the road, they only had two meals a day, one early and one late.

A whole morning of hard work has paid off.

Li Mengxicheng made a pair of nail strips about 20 centimeters wide, and he was connecting the strips end to end.

When the head and tail are connected, a bucket-shaped circular helmet is formed.

Li Mengxi took the finished product and looked left and right. He felt... it was so ugly.

At any rate, it is the first finished product after I started my own armor weaving business, which is very memorable.

"Come here, Brick!"

Li Mengxi asked his brother to come closer to him.

He fastened the helmet on his younger brother's little head. Although Li Mengxi made the helmet according to the size of his younger brother's head, he was not a professional and lacked experience. The first time he made it, he made it too big.

The helmet was as big as a bucket. After it was buckled on my brother's head, it slid down and covered his eyes.

"Haha!" Li Mengxi smiled unkindly.

It's too big.

After Li Mengxi took the helmet off his brother's head, he wondered if he could remove a row of armor plates and shrink it a circle, which might match Brick's head shape.

Brick ran over curiously, lay on his brother's back, pointed at the helmet and said, "Brother, this is not a bamboo hat. It's not a bamboo hat."

Li Mengxi deceived his younger brother by saying that he was making bamboo hats, but now the lie could not be fulfilled.

Finally, I made up another excuse to fool my brother.

Li Mengxi took the ring knife to cut the armor rope and began to remove the armor pieces.

After removing a row of armor leaves, it took a long time to connect the armor strips end to end.

After changing the helmet, I put it on my brother's head, and it turned out to be too small again.

Li Mengxi held his forehead, feeling powerless in his heart.

My brother's head is too small, and the fault tolerance rate of the helmet is too low. If you are an adult, the helmet has one more row of armor plates or one less row of armor plates. It is just a matter of loosening or tightening it. You can put it here. My younger brother has a small head and one more row of armor plates.

, it’s bigger, and if there’s one missing row of nails, it’s smaller.

Since there were no smaller armor pieces to replace, Li Mengxi thought of a trick. He planned to tie the two ends of the armor belt with a rope, just like tying shoelaces, so that there would be no problem of a bigger or a smaller one.

.

However, in this way, the overall strength of the helmet will be reduced, and the protection on the back of the head will also have holes.

Li Mengxi bared his teeth and thought about Zha Helm through gritted teeth.

In my mind, the messy information about wearing helmets I had seen in my previous life flashed through my mind like a movie.

In the end, the image of memory was fixed on a helmet unearthed from a Han tomb.

Unlike Li Mengxi's bucket-shaped helmet, which is as wide as the top and bottom, the real Hanza helmet is thinner at the top and wider at the bottom.

"Huh?" Li Mengxi suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he felt that he had grasped the key to the problem.

If the helmet is made narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, it can largely solve the problem of not fitting the head shape.

If your head circumference is large, wear it a little shallower; if your head circumference is small, wear it a little deeper so that the helmet and head can fit tighter.

This way you don't have to tie it with a rope.

Li Mengxi patted his head and knew what to do.

The helmet is made into a shape that is thin at the top and thick at the bottom, right? It's very simple. When weaving the armor, every time you go up, you reduce the number of armor pieces, so won't it become thinner as you go up?

When it gets thinner and thinner and connected together, won't it become a complete pierced helmet? It's not like the semi-enclosed helmet like now.

The sudden inspiration made Li Mengxi very excited.

"I understand!" Li Mengxi shouted wildly.

The younger brother looked at his older brother in surprise.

Then, dismantle it again.

Li Mengxi looked at the armor belt he had finally made in his hand and thought.

Easier said than done. I thought that with some experience, weaving armor would be easy.

I didn’t expect that it would be difficult to put it into practice.
Chapter completed!