Back to the age: three-year-old cute baby becomes a group pet

Chapter 33 Popsicle Shaker
"Okay!" The man still pushed all the bamboo tails out of the fence, "Uncle will give you another question, if you can answer it, uncle will saw a bamboo joint for you to play with."

"Okay, thank you uncle, you can ask."

"A table has four corners, how many corners are left after sawing off one corner?"

"Five."

When Cheng Ping and Cheng Yan felt that the younger sister's answer was wrong, the man laughed loudly, "Yes, the little girl is really smart, wait, uncle will give you a saw."

Cheng Li, who got the bamboo joint, thanked the man cheerfully, and the man waved his hand and went back to work.

Cheng Wen'an called his two younger sisters to take Zhuwei away, and tied it among the branches to hide, so as not to be caught as a thief, let alone cause trouble to that uncle.

Cheng Li handed the bamboo joints to the eldest brother, "Brother, you pretend to be this, go back and find grandpa's sandpaper to grind it, and then find milk for buttons and threads."

Because of these bamboo tails, the goal of three bundles of firewood has been achieved, so we will carry them home together and come back in the afternoon.

When Mrs. Cheng saw a dozen bamboo tails, she opened her mouth to curse, but when she saw the fat granddaughter staring at her with dark eyes, she immediately closed her mouth.

Cheng Li snorted at her, turned to tell her elder brother to take out the bamboo joint, and shook her eyes, "Can a thief steal this? The one born by your Li family is good, right? Others .It's all bad, isn't it?"

Mrs. Cheng "..." What did she say to her, didn't she shut up?
"Brother, are there any bamboo tails that can make...something, pick them out and ask third uncle to help."

"No!" Mrs. Cheng became anxious, "Your third uncle is not allowed to touch those things."

"What are you not allowed to touch?"

Cheng Shanghu, who had waited for a long time for his little niece to come back, heard what his mother said when he came out.

Not daring to answer, Mrs. Cheng, who was worried that her third son would fall ill again, gave her fat granddaughter a hard look, blaming her for causing trouble.

Cheng Li ignored Mrs. Cheng's sharp eyes, ran up to the third uncle, raised her head, "Third uncle, you are good at making small things, aren't you? I have a bamboo tail, can you make some for the elder brother to play with?"

"Okay!" Cheng Shanghu squatted down, "I know how to make bamboo dragonflies best."

"Just make a bamboo dragonfly and round the corners of the wings. It will be safer, right?"

Cheng Shanghu was taken aback for a moment, and soon smiled relievedly, "Yes! Xiaosi is really smart, and he will consider it from the perspective of safety. Third uncle was too reckless back then. It's not my fault that he didn't admit it. It was indeed my fault."

"Third Uncle."

"But not as young as you?"

"Third uncle is in front, I just thought of it."

"Girl, you really know how to comfort people, let's go, let's choose bamboo."

One big one and one small one, it was settled quickly, and they ignored Mrs. Cheng at all.

Granny Cheng, who had been holding her heart, "..." When it came to handmade toys, did she lose her temper?Are you sick?

The third uncle made small toys for her, so Cheng Wen'an smoothed the sawn edge of the bamboo joint for the younger sister, and then burned a red iron nail, clamped it with tongs, and scalded a hole on the edge of the bamboo joint.

Seeing his dangerous action, Cheng Shanghu didn't say a word. He waited until the iron nails were cold, and then reminded his second nephew, "It's best to use force when burning the awl."

Cheng Li, who was squatting to watch, immediately stood up and ran to Nandong Room, "Grandma, I need an awl, a broken button, and a piece of white cotton thread."

"What do you want an awl for?"

"burn!"

"No, it will burn my awl tip bald."

"Can you bring it?"

"Don't take it." Mrs. Cheng was determined not to part with her awl. Her awl saves the most effort. The trick to saving effort is of course that the awl is sharp enough. If it is bald, how can I use it?
"Hmph! You still have to give it when my grandpa gets off work."

"You know how to threaten me with your grandfather."

"As long as it's useful, sister Xian and the others also threatened me with you."

"Mom, don't you have an old awl that's rusted?" Xiao Si had been in the house for too long, and Cheng Shanghu knew that his mother must have forgotten the old awl, and he was reluctant to part with the new one.

"Oh, I forgot, wait, I'll look for it."

Mrs. Cheng slapped her forehead, went down the pit, and searched for a small wooden box in the corner. That wooden box was Mr. Cheng's toolbox, something that Cheng Shanghu was forbidden to touch after hurting his eyeball.

After getting the rusty awl, Cheng Shanghu went out first, and Cheng Li waited for Mrs. Cheng to get the thread and buttons.

"I really owe you." Mrs. Cheng climbed onto the kang again, and went to search for the sewing box in the kang cabinet.

"You're right, it's still the kind that owes a lot, and you wait to pay it back slowly."

Mrs. Cheng gave her a hand, "You owe it if you say you owe it? Even if you owe it, I am your nanny, so I don't need to pay it back."

"Why? You gave the Li family so much money, didn't you pay off the debt?"

"Even if it is, but it is also returned by the younger generation to the elders. How can the elders return it to the younger generation?"

"Then, do you admit that the members of the Li family are all debt collectors? Then, your nephew is your elder? The Li family is really chaotic."

"You damn girl, what nonsense are you talking about?" Mrs. Cheng stopped rummaging for things, and slipped down the kang to beat someone.

Cheng Li looked up at her big slap without moving, "Do you dare to beat me up? You want to be mad. My grandfather?"

"I think you're trying to piss me off."

"Dead, it will be cheaper for you."

"You? You?" Mrs. Cheng held her chest and panted heavily, "My heart hurts, I'm going to die, I'm going to be mad at you."

"It's useless to pretend, there are doctors."

This time, even if she pretended, Old Madam Cheng still felt her heart ache. She couldn't do anything with this damn girl, she was holding back.

"Little Four!" Cheng Shanghu shouted outside: "Why haven't you brought it yet?"

"Come right away." Cheng Li responded outside, and then looked at Mrs. Cheng who was still pretending, "Hurry up, or the third uncle... is here again. He doesn't like you now!"

Mrs. Cheng "..." She was really sick, because she felt a pain in her heart again.

Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Cheng climbed back onto the kang, deciding not to talk to this damn girl again, it would really piss her off.

After getting the thread and buttons, Cheng Li ran out of the east room on her short legs.

Mrs. Cheng swept her chest to comfort herself not to be angry, not because she was afraid of this damn girl, but because she had to be careful not to make the old man angry.

Cheng Shanghu and Cheng Wen'an twisted the thread tightly and folded it in half. After passing through the eye of the bamboo joint, twisted it again and folded it in half again. After the double-folded tail passed through the button, it was knotted.

At this time, the length of the rope is slightly shorter than the radius of the bamboo joint. Make sure that the button can hit the middle of the bamboo joint when it is shaking from side to side.

Cheng Shanghu tried it first, and his voice was quite crisp, very much like a popsicle seller.

Cheng Wen'an also shook it a few times and handed it to the younger sister.

After Cheng Li shook it a few times, she lost interest. The popsicle shaker is the most envied toy for children in this era, but she is not a real child!
She handed the shaker to the eldest sister, "You guys play too, let's play together."

"Okay!"

Cheng Ping took it, shook it vigorously a few times, and the voice became clearer. When it was Cheng Yan's turn, older children over six years old ran over from the west, and older children from the east also ran over.

"Isn't that selling popsicles?"

"Yeah! My dad also said why the popsicles are sold so early this year?"

"Little San, where did your popsicle shaker come from?"

The older children chattered and couldn't help approaching Cheng Wen'an and the others, but after seeing Cheng Shanghu, they became a little scared.

Cheng Shanghu smiled at them, got up and went back to the south room.

　Regarding the question of how many corners are left after sawing off a corner of the table, I couldn’t answer the question when I was a child, and I insisted that 4-1 is equal to 3.At that time, there were no questions like brain teasers. I just felt that the adults deliberately lied to the children, deliberately saying that the children did not answer correctly.

　　
　
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