: Getting firewood and easy to mo

Meng Tong smiled cheerfully and said, "Haha, I already know. The Analects of Confucius says that Ji Wenzi thinks twice before acting. When I hear it, I say, "Another, that's OK. Since I have not done the thoughtful behavior of the saints, I am not as good as Ji Wenzi's thinking twice about everything. I read the Analects of Confucius but do not know the Analects of Confucius. I am ashamed. Therefore, Meng also needs to thank my wife for her advice."

Now it was the little guy's turn to be embarrassed. She took her hand over and raised her face and said, "I'm going to hide it from Senior Brother, in fact, we were all fooled by Mr. Wang at first." She pointed at Wang Ge and signaled that this was "Mr. Wang".

Meng Tong didn't come to measure his height specifically, how could he not know Wang Ge? Because Wang Ge had already marked the lines near his face, he looked straight ahead, just smiled and didn't say anything again.

"It's measured. Senior brother is seven feet and fourteen inches tall."

After Meng Tong bowed to him, he did not stay away.

Soon, the person he was waiting for came. It was Liu Bo and three other classmates, all with hemp ropes on their arms.

Five young students from Qinghezhuang were waiting here to stay. Xie Juwang sighed when he saw this scene. Sure enough, Wang Ge paused the line-cutting practice in their expectant eyes, went back to the tent and put the wooden ruler on the table, took the saw, and waved at them: "Senior Brother Zhu, go."

The servant who was guarding her hurriedly followed.

Bian Zi also hurried over with his maid, who also held several circles of hemp ropes on his arms.

Sima Nandi: "Sect Bian, why did you go up the mountain?"

"My ink blocks have also been used up. Wang, wait for me."

"Hey? But I have it."

Xie Ju came to Sima Nandi and said, "Teen Bian will not want your ink block."

Why did Wang Ge go up the mountain together?

The reason is that there are so many simple books excavated from the ancient tomb of Qin. The students have copied them to this day and have used up all the ink blocks. Now that they have started to dig the ruins of Yin Ruins, no one knows whether there will be a text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text of the text

Therefore, the three tribes of the Huan family, Wang family and Xie family issued the "Picking firewood and easy ink" rule on the same day, using a bundle of firewood in the kitchen as the standard. Formal school children can replace a small piece of ink as long as they pick up ten bundles of firewood.

There are three major step barrier areas on the back of the mountain, above the cliff, here. The back of the mountain is the location of the ancient tomb, and almost all the students of the Huan Family University and Xie University are there. Because the students of Qinghezhuang University are young, they are on the cliff and two step barrier areas below, not close to the ancient tomb.

The so-called picking of firewood means not allowing tree trunks to be cut down, and only fine vines can be picked. Before "picking firewood and ink", there were more firewood than people. Once this order was issued, there were more firewood than firewood.

Only Wang Ge is not worried. The only way to allow her to cut trees was approved by the County Magistrate, because she had to participate in the quasi-craftsman assessment in May, and others could not get involved. So from yesterday, Wang Ge cut trees, and these college students who urgently needed ink pieces were picking up their wages with her.

Wang Ge is poor and can best understand the bitterness of the poor. Every time she saw a tree, she tried to choose the one with many branches. After sawing it off, she only took the wide sheets she needed, and left the rest to the people around her. Anyway, Liu Bo helped her copy books, so she should not rush with them to pick up firewood.

Another student came, maybe a hemp rope that had just been borrowed, and he chased everyone up the mountain while pulling it between his arms.

Xie Ju returned to Wang Ge Dou's tent and wanted to help her clean up the book case, but she instantly fixed her eyes!

How could a wooden ruler be?

He bent down and observed carefully, and then shouted: "Sima, hurry up, call Zuo Master Zuo here."

Master Zuo had just taken apart the wooden horse and drew the illustrations of each step of the disassembly on the wooden tablet. He was about to be spliced. When he heard the description of Sima's disciple, he came over immediately.

The wooden ruler made by Wang Ge is very thin. Although the edge is not as sharp as the blade, if you apply it hard, your hands will definitely be cut. But now, it stands vertically, slightly inclined on the table, with an inch hanging at the front. There is a hemp rope pendant hanging in the air, and the colored stone is falling. It is precisely because of the weight of this rope stone that the wooden ruler can maintain the vertical and vertical unfolding.

Xie Jue put the wooden ruler on the pulling wooden ruler, and the wooden ruler swayed left and right, and the two little ones were panicked, but they just couldn't fall back.

Master Zuo put his bamboo ruler on the desk table and fell down with a bang.

His face was embarrassed, and hum, he knew it was like this.

"What's the reason?" This made the Master embarrassed. "Is this the difference between the first-class craftsman and the other craftsman?" After wondering, he took away the wooden ruler and rope stone.

The wooden ruler does not fall and can sway for a short period of time is a small game that the children of Wang Nanxing’s family often play after using the ruler in their previous life. They will place more than a dozen rulers longitudinally on the table, in a suspended position, clamping iron clips, or putting pens on the signing pen, which can make the ruler pencil not fall. The principle is: center of gravity and stability.

Reducing the center of gravity of an object can improve stability (such as tumbler). The greater the stability, the less likely the object to fall.

At this time, Wang Ge had already chosen a tree and climbed up neatly. She waved her hand under the tree, letting everyone dodge, and then rode between the tree forks and saw it.

Liu Bo stood far away, watching the sunlight move with her sawing wood, mottled and moving on her body, and he couldn't help but be happy with her joy.

A winding thick branch fell down, and the maid dragged the branch out of the area under the tree. Wang Ge breathed a sigh of relief and continued to saw. She did not do physical work since she was a child. She rotated her left and right hands and sawed five branches before she came down.

"Give it to me." Liu Bo took the saw and saw off all the branches one by one. Wang Ge didn't want firewood, so he should put Bian Zi's firewood out first.

With so many people, Wang Ge did not avoid looking at Liu Bo. It was more thoughtful to avoid it. During this period, she thought carefully and thought about it. Every time she met him and talked with him, she felt that she had misunderstood the young man.

She was not stupid and sweet in her previous life, let alone in this life. No matter how premature a young man is, in her eyes, she is also a junior high school student who can see through with a little care.

First of all, Liu Bo is not a selfish villain.

I was alone with her that day and had a joke. Either he was really lacking in this regard (Wang Ge basically ruled out this point), or... he had already liked her.

But his preference was definitely not his delight, but his current living environment, she was most suitable for living with him.

Liu Bo's forehead was sweating after a while. He also wanted to change the left-hand saw like Wang Ge. He found that it was not possible and could not help but wonder: Could it be that the Wang girl's left and right hands were good?

Bian Zi came over to Wang Ge and whispered: "Langjun Liu is not as strong as you."

She was amused by this. Thinking that it was all because of the article written by Liu Bo that satirized Xie Tangzhou that he had apologized to Xie Tangzhou. Xie Tangzhou would never be able to return to Feiliu Peak in his life. She said: "The character of a literati is all in the article. If you compete with me, you will lose your roots and ends."

At this time, Meng Tong replaced Liu Bo, and Liu Bo shook his wrist, deliberately avoiding suspicion, and did not look at the little girl.

Wang Ge no longer looked at each other.

In this era, it is not enough not to get married. If you don’t get married at a certain age, the government will forcefully assign it. However, if you have to get married, she cannot marry Liu Bo. Because the two are poor, that is, the family is not in a good position. If she develops first in the future, she and him may be able to compete with each other, but if he develops first, with his bright posture, the debt of peach blossoms will be indispensable.
Chapter completed!