The eldest mother didn't understand why the eldest father scolded Xiao Jia, and Wang Ge understood. No matter whether Xiao Jia said this, intentionally or not, if it was spread everywhere and was captured by others, it would be easy to make her so magical or even demonize her!

A few years ago, Wang Ge was extremely cautious in showing his craftsmanship skills, because he was afraid of being demonized by the neighbors of the village. But after the craftsman exam, she realized that if she continued to be cautious, she would be out of the craftsman's grading exam.

It is easy to get started with a craftsman, but it is difficult to get a master. Even after being admitted to a craftsman, there are also masters, masters, etc. She was ten years old and was already far behind other craftsmen. How dare she try it slowly like before?

Besides, Hutou is almost at the age of studying and literacy. What if she doesn’t come forward, what should Hutou do? Therefore, fortunately, he had the experience of taking the craftsman exam in the county town. Fortunately, there were many craftsmen and examiners at that time, so he provided her with reasons to lie, so how could he not make good use of it!

As Jia Yu and his group left, the yard finally became quiet. Wang Ge quietly carved the third bamboo hairpin again, which was actually a pair of the first one.

The head of the hairpin is the right half of the character "bamboo". First cut out the general shape, then slow down every step of the knife tip, and carve out the thin gold body "六" that looks like characters and leaves.

The sounds made between the tip of the knife and bamboo or wood are different. A qualified wood carver can distinguish various materials based on the sound alone.

The process of craftsmen carving dead wood into fancy styles is not just a simple transformation, but a new life for the dead wood: creation!

In this process, craftsmanship must be pious, carving a knife is pious, creativity is pious, and basic skills must be pious! So even if you carve a simple hairpin, even if Wang Ge knows that he will not make any mistakes, every time she conceives, raises a knife, cuts, carves, and then raises a knife, she is completely devoted, and there is no one-pointed use.

Two bamboo hairpins are enough. No matter how confident she is, she has to see if the peddler knows the goods. Wang Ge relaxed for a while and saw his father also in the yard, chatting with A-father. The sun shone over the courtyard, and Wang Peng, the nap god, seemed to have had enough sleep. He ran and laughed, and deliberately knocked the short and fat A-fat sitting on the ground.

As soon as Wang Qing pulled Wang Ai up, Wang Peng knocked all his cousin and sister down, then hid behind his father and made a face at Wang Qing.

Wang Ge didn't care about the fights and quarrels among children, but only pity the children of this era. There were so few things to play with, so few that they could play.

She went into the yard to find a few short pieces of waste bamboo, either worm-eaten or damaged. This kind of waste bamboo will definitely not be thrown away, even if it is burned as firewood after being dried. She took it to the yard, sat next to Dafu, used a bamboo knife to split the bamboo stalks first, and then cut the bamboo slices. The shape was pointed and thin on one end, and the other end was arc-shaped and thick, about the length of the palm.

Wang Weng: "What are you going to cut the tiger treasure? Take a break, my father will help you do it."

Wang Ge narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Why don't you need the help of my father? It's very simple. I'm making fun for Hutou and the others."

Wang Qing and Wang Peng almost spoke in unison: "Is it fun?"

They squatted over together, and Wang Ai realized it and shouted, "Oh, it's fun", and squatted down, but fell on the mat.

Wang Qingfu sat down with her sister, and Wang Ge moved his seat back so that bamboo chips would not splash the children. "Sister is a bamboo dragonfly for you."

"Bamboo dragonflies? Can they fly?" Wang Peng asked curiously.

Wang Qing thought about it and asked, "Is it that kind of small wooden stick?" He gestured in a "T" shape with his left and right index finger, "The kind that just ran away after rubbing it? Sister forgot? Brother Cai and Brother Cang played with him."

"Not that kind." Wang Ge teased the others, deliberately trying to keep him in a silence.

The kind that can fly after rubbing, the country children do play with it. But what she wants to make is a balanced bamboo dragonfly.

The appearance is not difficult, it is not difficult to stick the eyes on both sides of the dragonfly's body, and it is not difficult to tighten the bamboo wings on both sides. What is a little troublesome is to constantly reduce the weight of the wings to adjust the balance of the whole bamboo dragonfly by constantly reducing the weight of the wings.

When the tip of the bamboo dragonfly's mouth was placed on Wang Ge's fingertips, she gently raised her fingers, and the dragonfly was still sticking like a water stick, let alone the three children, even Wang Weng was dumbfounded!

"What's wrong?" Wang Dalang heard a scream of exclamation, smiled and put down the basket, leaned his face to the side, and asked.

Wang Ge said "shush" to Wang Dalang: "Father, stretch out your hand."

She took Ah Father's rough hand, smoothed his fingers, and put the sharp mouth of the bamboo dragonfly on his index finger. "This is a dragonfly I made of bamboo slices. It is now on Ah Father's fingers. Can you feel it?" After saying that, she completely let go of her hand.

Wang Dalang: "Haha, of course."

"My father raised his hand slightly and lowered."

The bamboo dragonfly trembled like this, and the sharp mouth that was the size of millet was completely stuck to Wang Dalang's fingertips, making the three children grin nervously, and Wang Weng unconsciously grabbed his knees.

Wang Dalang praised: "The dragonfly made by Hubao is so good, it is light and fluttering, just like you didn't support it."

Wang Peng said anxiously: "Uncle, I just didn't help you since my sister!"

Wang Dalang only thought that his nephew made a fuss.

Wang Ge looked at Ah Father's eyes, and her smile became far-fetched. Without explaining, he instructed Ah Brother: "Try the tiger head to the eldest father. Ah Peng, Ah Ai, don't be anxious, don't rob, I will make one for you from my sister."

"Yeah, yeah!" Wang Peng nodded repeatedly, "I'm so obedient. I'll do it for me first."

While the family was talking and laughing, Ren Suzhi raised his head and laughed loudly on the construction site in the west of the village, and patted Huan Zhen’s shoulder with his big palm: “You guy, you’re doing well! You’ll be allowed to play for a long time tomorrow!”

The bloody case that racked his brains and lost his mind an hour ago was broken by Huan Zhen with a strange move!

It turned out that Huan Zhen estimated the time that if the township received the message from the messenger, he would arrive in Jiashe Village in the afternoon. Ren Suzhi, as the pavilion chief of the public security here, would probably be demoted on the spot!

If you follow the rules to find the murderer and the weapon, it will definitely be too late. The worst result is that the more you check, the more you become, the more messy it will be!

So Huan Zhen had a plan and reported to Ren Suzhi. The latter thought it might be feasible, so he ordered the pavilion to detain all the suspects, ensuring that each group of ministers could not see or hear each other.

Then Huan Zhen and the two most fiercely-faced ones asked for robbery and went to the detention point in turn. After arriving, Huan Zhen took his hand and said nothing. His eyes were naturally sharp, and he felt uncomfortable when he stared at anyone. Then, he thought about his expression, turned his back calmly, paced back a few steps, and then twisted his body suddenly. Facing the suspects, he shouted: "It's him! Hold him down!"

The ministers all shook into quails, waiting to ask the thief to hold down or drag the murderer away. In this way, at the third detention point, Huan Zhen angrily shouted "hold him down", and a minister ran away.

The murderer was cheated out!

Ren Suzhi kicked the murderer hard and relieved his anger. The minister was pressed into a horse by the thief, and he whispered his neck: "Damn Khufu! I just want to kill him too much! Damn Khufu, he should die!"

Huan Zhen: "So what if he deserves to die? There are so many people in the world who deserve to die! They are like you, and they kill people at will?"

The murderer was shocked.

Ren Suzhi, Huan Zhen immediately knew it. The weapon was really a bowstring!

Huan Zhen: "If I believe you deserve to die, can you kill you on the spot?"

Tie Lei, who watched this scene from afar, gently rubbed Tiefeng with his elbow: "Look, does the young master look like the magistrate of Huan County?"

Tiefeng fiddled with the rolling lights and asked, "You said... the capital city wished that every household had lanterns, why can't anyone figure it out?"

Tielei was embarrassed and knew that he had been making a mistake of irresponsible comments on his home.

Looking at the murderer again, the man's tears flowed, his chin was shaking, and he roared violently: "Kill, kill me! Kill me..." His mouth twisted, and Ren Suzhi's hands quickly took off his chin.

Ren Suzhi smiled: "I want to die so much? Who do I want to protect? Well? Or is there a more important secret than killing people?"


Chapter completed!