Moments are the tools for making squares

Wang Erlang was strong and vigorous again the next day.

But the second elder didn't dare to rest assured, so he was allowed to stay in the main house for a day, chatting with his elder brother, knitting straw sandals, and was not allowed to go outside. Wang Sanlang carried the new wheat that his mother had bought in exchange for sewing embroidery, and went to the threshing floor to grind it all.

Into noodles.

Wang He accompanied his eldest father to the countryside to buy sesame oil and the same strong Gebu as last time. When he came back, he had to go around the reed pavilion to pick two baskets of reed catkins. Jia Guo wanted to sew another winter coat for the benefactor who performed the acupuncture last night.

After Wang Peng and Wang Yun finished the chores within their power, they went to the main house hand in hand. Wang Yun practiced calligraphy and endorsed books, while Wang Peng looked at his younger sister.

Wang Ge still doesn't have to worry about anything, just stay in the secondary main house and practice his craftsmanship.

The family laid out all the work clearly, except for the little Jia, who made it clear that instigating discord among the younger generation would not be easy to get over.

It turned out that after Wang Dalang got angry last night, Wang Shu did not dare to hide anything and told her mother everything she said word for word.

At that time, Jia's wife only scolded "Look at your rat-like face" and pushed little Jia out of the main house.

Now Xiao Jia only knows that her husband is awake, and she doesn't dare to go into the main room to visit. She is really scared this time. If she had known that it would lead to such a series of unlucky things, why did she say so many words last night? She couldn't gouge out the kudzu.

A piece of meat, eh.

She was chopping firewood, regret mixed with reluctance. She gradually thought of the firewood as Ge Yizi, and she was chopping hard!

"Trouble the house! Go to the latrine and chop it down!" Jia Gong came out and yelled.

"Yes." Xiao Jia wiped her tears and carried the firewood away.

Jia Aunt went back to the house and sighed. In her early years, she didn't know that the sons and daughters of Jia's family were lazy. She had no choice but to marry someone from a similarly poor family. Unexpectedly, little Jia was not only lazy but also cunning. She always quarreled with A Ge.

And he is so bad that he secretly instigates discord among the younger generation! Isn’t this a family troubler?

Jia Concubine opened the straw curtain and entered the inner room. As soon as Wang Erlang stood up, he quickly retracted into bed. She was amused by Erlang's silly appearance and said: "Okay, I don't have to ask you to lie down and walk around in the room.

Just don’t go out and catch a cold.”

Wang Dalang comforted him and said, "Don't worry, mom, I will be fine after raising my second brother for a day. But my second brother, you have to be careful about what your bride does."

Wang Shu lowered his head, shameless to intercede for his mother.

"Yes." Wang Erlang did not want to say it for his bride. When he came back to life in this life, he had already married Xiao Jia. He could not abandon his wife without any reason, so he just lived day by day. In his previous life, Xiao Jia was in his own home.

After becoming a tenant, he hid in his parents' house for a long time. A Shu had a mother, which was equivalent to not having a mother, so the Confucian mother and son succeeded, and they were deceived and devastated.

When he woke up from the confusion last night, he figured out that since A Shu had a mother in his previous life, it was equivalent to not having a mother, so it was okay to have no mother in this life.

Secondary main house.

Wang Ge stared at little Jia as he went to the hut, his ears quiet, and he sat back down again.

The ruler is made of ten inches of line segments.

Because she had extremely strict requirements on herself during the first-level test, she passed the second-level test very quickly. This is called accumulation and hard work.

Therefore, she can proceed to the third level of competition: measuring squares.

The circle is called the rule, and the square is called the moment.

The square is a tool for making squares and can also be used to measure heights. It looks like a right-angled ruler, with one end short and one long, with minutes and inches engraved on it.

If this level is still just carving lines, how can we talk about self-challenge? How can it be considered an advancement?

What she will practice from now on is the outline of the "moment" model given by Magistrate Huan!

Wang Ge rolled up the mat, scraped out a long and wide area of ​​the exposed mud surface, and scraped it flat. Then he drew straight lines and vertical lines on the rough surface with his freehand to form the outline of a ruler; draw straight, vertical and intersecting lines.

It is a right angle and forms the outline of a square ruler.

After painting for a while, I breathed a sigh of relief. The ground was so cold. Soon my nose was so cold that my nose started to run. My right hand holding the small stone gradually lost its feeling, so I switched to my left hand. The left hand had been put in her homemade thick gloves, and now it was the right hand's turn to put it in to keep warm.

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When your knees are numb, erase all the lines you have drawn, then stand up slowly and look at the ten wooden rules in the basket, stretching your muscles and bones while looking at them.

Each gauge is cut out of a whole thin plate. The "hinge" only has an appearance and has no adjustment function. When Huan Zhen handed the instruments to her, he told her that the largest gauge has a "g" between the pins.

". Before Wang Ge could ask what a goblet was? Huan Zhen said bluntly: You don't need to understand. When you can throw away ten wooden scale tools, you can successfully imitate them one by one.

Okay, that makes sense.

After a short rest, Wang Ge lay down on the ground again and drew various lines.

At noon, little Mrs. Jia was busy in the kitchen house, looking at the empty courtyard, and suddenly she thought of Mrs. Yao. It was great to have Mrs. Yao here, and with a little bit of trickery, she went to the eldest house.

The flames glowing from the stove reminded little Jia of the secret story her second brother told her when he was dying after being burned ten years ago.

"At that time, I saw A Wu first and gave her a bite of rice. Why didn't she like me?"

"Sometimes I wish I could become the third sister and marry into the Wang family, so that I could see Ah Wu every day."

"She would rather be a tenant than be nice to me. Why?"

"Why can't I forget her? I heard that she was bitten by a wild tiger. I was very worried. I drank because I couldn't bear the worry."

Little Jia closed her eyes after recalling this point. These words were the last words of the second brother. The second brother would never die in peace.

The day he died was the day Ge Yizi was born.

The second brother thought that after getting drunk, he would forget about the Wu family. Unexpectedly, he fell drunk in a grass hut by the road. He didn't know how the fire started there. After the villagers put it out, the second brother had already burned one of his legs.

It hurts to death.

So before he died, he told his thoughts. Little Jia knew that his second brother was in terrible pain, and all the joy turned into resentment and hatred!

The second brother died, and her sister took over the resentment.

Ge Yizi was born to be his nemesis! Why should she live and the second brother die? It was Ge Yizi who stole the second brother's life!

But... little Jia remembered what A Shu suddenly said yesterday: "Look at you, you are so clean, you had to lean against the fire and you almost got a big scar."

How could A Shu say this?

When Wang Ge was half a year old, the family was too busy, so Jia Concubine asked little Jia to take care of Wang Ge. The place where little Jia wanted to take Wang Ge the most was the kitchen house, and she would hit Wang Ge's buttocks with a fire stick every time.

He also lit a fire to scare her. While scaring her, the thing he said the most was this sentence!

Why did A Shu say the exact same thing?

I can't figure it out, it must be a coincidence.

At this time, someone came into the courtyard and asked, "Is this Wang Jianggong's family?"

When little Jia came out, she was met by a young man wearing a patchwork brown coat. She raised her voice and shouted, "What do you want from Mr. Wang?"

Looking for A Ge? Jia Gui, Wang Shu, and Wang Yun all came out of the main house.

Wang Ge also heard it, and just in time to take a rest, he also came out of the main room.

Xiaolang knew the etiquette well. After bowing in the courtyard, he explained his purpose: "I would like to ask Craftsman Wang to make some bamboo slips."

Little Jia: "This is Wang Jianggong, my niece, bamboo slips, she..."

"Five coins for a bamboo slip." Wang Ge returned the gift and said.

Xiao Jia's face was taunted, five dollars? You can make a bamboo basket just from the broken bamboo slices, how dare you raise the price!

Xiao Lang looked humble and embarrassed. "Yes, can you be more humble?"

"I am a first-class craftsman. This is the price set by the county government. I dare not violate it. Second aunt, do you think so?"

"Yes." Little Jia nodded quickly.

Xiao Lang did not give up and discussed: "If I bring my own bamboo materials, can I learn from Wang Jianggong to make bamboo slips?"

"I want to take the craftsmanship test, and I won't be teaching craftsmanship for a short period of time. Second aunt, am I telling the truth?"

"Yes Yes."

"Then... I won't bother you." Xiao Lang left lonely. He looked back three times after taking a few steps out of the courtyard.

Wang Ge watched him off calmly, showing no trace of the mutual sympathy between poor people.
Chapter completed!