Chapter 73 Left-handed Wang Ge

Wang Ge told her elders in advance that she wanted to concentrate on making the utensils, so it would not be rude for her to pretend not to know when neighbors came to talk to her.

As soon as Sun's mother and son left, the courtyard returned to quietness.

She also buried her head again, holding the stone blade and marking it on the smooth wooden ruler, one vertical line after another. The stone blade was actually picked from the broken stones, as long as it had a sharp point.

Throw away after use.

The dustpan next to it is filled with such stone chips and spare wooden ruler materials.

When one line has been engraved, turn the ruler upside down. When it is full, turn it over and engrav the reverse side.

I don’t know how long it had passed, but every sub-scale mark “｜｜” seemed to be aggressive. They floated together and rotated irregularly, piercing her forehead, the center of her eyebrows, and her eyes.

No, I'm too tired!

She put down the stone knife and maintained a clenched position with her right hand for a while. It hurt when she stretched it.

After closing his eyes for a while, his joints still felt uncomfortable. Wang Ge sighed and had no choice. He held the stone knife in his left hand and continued practicing.

Wang Nanxing in her previous life was left-handed. After time traveling, in order to train her right hand, as long as there were people around, she would do everything with her right hand, so much so that her brother, who she got to know day and night, didn't even know that she was left-handed.

As the sun set, Wang Ge couldn't see clearly, and Wang Ge, who was freezing, put away his utensils. He first lowered the Gebu curtains, then the straw curtains, and pressed them tightly with stones. There was only a wide roll of straw curtains outside the window. After several layers of blocking,

, the room got dark early.

She didn't know what the windows of wealthy people looked like. Jiashe Village always had mullioned windows like theirs that couldn't be opened. If they wanted ventilation and lighting, they would put up the window mats.

Between one roll and one release, it is usually a farmer's day.

Time passed by, six days passed.

Little Jia's figure reappeared in the courtyard. This woman was not worth Wang Ge's time. She was now in the "advanced competition" that she had designed.

The first level: Carve ten line segments in a row, and then check the spacing between the engraved values ​​on the standard measuring tool to see how many consistent points you can achieve?

The first time there were only six.

Next, mark ten more. Still only six.

Still making ten strokes, it’s a good blow, but it’s only half correct.

Phew...keep up the good work, don't be afraid. Advancement means climbing a mountain, taking a step away is normal.

This time seven of the ten line segments were correct.

If there is a gap in the stone knife, replace it immediately. Thin and clear line segments also belong to the standard of a measuring tool. If the thickness of the mark is uneven, the meaning of the measuring tool will be lost. Even in practice, you must be as rigorous as in a formal competition.

Continue to carve ten line segments in a row.

Eight were correct this time!!

There is no need to be happy, this is just progress, not advancement.

Noon...evening...

Early morning...evening...

Another two days passed.

Wang Ge assessed himself ten times in a row, each time drawing ten "minutes" of line segments, and each time he met all the standards.

At this point, you can enter the second level of competition: make a full ruler! Add an inch of line segment!

In the process of making a ruler, as you concentrate, your fingers will pinch tighter and tighter. If the joints in your right hand hurt, switch to your left hand, and if the left hand hurts, switch back again.

The harder you work, the more rewards you will gain.

It was getting late, and little Jia came to the kitchen. Wang Shu was cooking dinner and softly called "Mom," but mother and daughter were speechless for a while.

Little Jia was so distracted that she added firewood. She came back a few days ago and cried to apologize to her uncle. Only then did she realize that she had been tricked by Ge Yizi.

Jun Gu told her that the county government did reward Wang Ge for being a craftsman, and the rewards were tools for making tools, not money as she thought. So that day Ge Zi just watched her walk to the east wing.

He deliberately told lies to her to make her misunderstand that her husband had hidden a lot of money, so she returned home in a fuss.

What a ruthless Wang Ge! The mother who died earlier than her was more evil and mean-spirited! Why wasn't Ge Zizi killed by that wild tiger? It would have been easier to kill him!

The "pop" sound of the firewood crackling made little Jia, who was just thinking about the sinister situation, almost sit down in fright. The firewood that had just been put into the stove fell out again with flames, and almost burned Wang Shu's shoes.

Wang Shu put the firewood in.

Little Jia asked with concern: "Is your foot okay?"

"It's okay." Wang Shu was afraid that her mother would feel guilty. Remembering Wang Ge's often funny words when teaching knitting in the kitchen, she copied the exact words and scolded her own shoes: "Look at you, you are so clean that you have to go to the fire.

Damn, I almost got a big scar from the burn. Hee, grandma, I really didn’t..."

"Ah!" Little Jia suddenly ran out of the kitchen house like crazy, her face changed from normal, she stopped, looked at her daughter in horror and confusion.

Jia Nu was noised out of the main room and asked angrily: "Er Lang's bride, what's going on?"

With a cry in her voice, little Jia told Jun Gu and explained to A Shu: "Didn't you see it? It was such a big rat, and it just ran past the kitchen house."

Jia Guo shook her head helplessly. What's so scary about rats and wolves? They're not wolves!

Wang Ge happened to sit down by the window seat. He knew that Mr. Jia was not telling the truth, but he was too lazy to think about it. After dinner, it quickly became dark.

"Mom, I'm going to fetch water. I've been sitting here for several days and I'm stretching my muscles." After Wang Ge finished speaking, he went out.

Jia Concubine: "The wind is so strong, this child."

Little Jia happened to come over to the main house, but she didn't want to go into the back room, so she called Wang Shu: "Go back to the house and sleep."

Wang Ai lay down on Wang Shu's lap and begged in a childish voice: "Sister Cong, please stay with Aai."

"Okay." Wang Shu smiled "hee", carried the chubby daughter in front of her eldest father, lifted the door curtain and went to the outhouse.

The difference between someone and no one in the room was immediately apparent. With only a straw curtain, the outer room was almost as cold as the outside. Wang Shu said with a cold hiss, "Mom, little Ai always wears the quilt at night.

Sometimes my eldest mother can't take care of her, so I'll stay in her room for a few nights."

Little Jia Shi complained in a low voice: "Don't you have your sister? What is she doing in her spare time?"

Wang Shu lowered his head, fearing that the eldest mother inside would hear her, she whispered back: "Mom, stop talking, sister Cong is not idle."

"Not idle? You are all busy sewing, why is she going out..."

The sound of Wang Ge carrying a bucket out of the hospital made little Jia shut up.

A small figure ran out of the secondary main house, chasing him while shouting: "Sister, I will accompany you."

Little Mrs. Jia took her daughter's hand and came out, looking at the courtyard gate and sneered: "You see, I am my sister and brother. If you think she treats you well, why don't you accompany me when carrying water? She is my sister and brother.

Can you tell me what we were whispering about?"

Wang Erlang had just gone to the hut, so he came here and asked: "It's so cold, what are you two doing standing here?"

Little Wang Ai was waiting in the house and became anxious, so she called out: "Sister Shu Cong, sister Shu Cong, come back soon."

Knowing that she couldn't keep her daughter, Xiao Jia simply lied: "A Shu saw A Ge going to fetch water and wanted to accompany her. No, A Shu only took the tiger head with her and didn't ask her to go. She was just standing here sulking."

Okay A Shu, go back to the main house quickly, don’t sleep too deeply at night, help your aunt take care of A Ai, do you hear me?”

Wang Erlang, who was always carefree, said comfortingly: "You know from my sister that you are afraid of the dark, so I didn't ask you to follow me. Go back to the house quickly."

When the couple walked towards the second house, Wang Shu couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Father, Mom, I'm not only afraid of the dark, but also of wells and deep water. My sister knows that I'm timid and that I'm afraid of water.

She never even dared to go near the Qing River, so she didn’t ask me to accompany her to fetch water just now, and she has never called me before.”

This ignorant idiot! Little Jia's face twitched.

Wang Erlang still didn't think much, turned around and coaxed: "Okay, okay, father, remember, my daughter is afraid of wells, and father will never ask you to fetch water, nor will he ask you to go to Qinghe...

Qinghe...you, A Shu, you said...you never dared to approach Qinghe?"

His heart felt like a heavy hammer. Wang Erlang realized something. He was so suffocated that he couldn't breathe. He howled in pain and fell to the ground.

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