In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

There was no class tonight, so Song Hongguo didn't get off work until six o'clock. As soon as she left the hospital gate, she saw Huo Minglou, thinking that she had to go to class and was preparing to pick her up.

After she made it clear, Huo Minglou's loneliness was visible to the naked eye, and his reluctance to leave made her head heat up, and she blurted out, "How about you come home with me to eat."

One sentence instantly lit up his sad eyes, "Okay, I happened to carve a few gadgets out of wood and wanted to give them to Xiaozhi and Xiaoyuan to play with."

"Can you also carve wood?"

"If you are not good at craftsmanship, you can only carve simple things, and the more sophisticated ones will be useless."

"Then what did you carve for them?"

"Four-wheeled cars and airplanes, the kind that can be assembled and inserted. Boys should like these things. They can also take the opportunity to learn some mechanical knowledge and stimulate their research spirit."

"It's amazing..." She admired sincerely.

Huo Minglou's handsome face turned red at her praise, "How can he be so powerful? The parts I disassembled were very simple and not detailed. I just wanted them to get a general understanding first. If they want to get in touch with each other for real, finally It’s better to visit the manufacturing plant workshop. We don’t have it in our province. If there is a chance in the future, I will take you to province J, where most of our country’s heavy industrial units are arranged.”

Song Hongguo responded with "Yeah, yeah".

The two walked and chatted, and soon they were home.

It's hot now, and I'm sweating profusely after riding all the way. Song Hongguo goes to the backyard to wash up as soon as he enters the house, while Huo Minglou plays with the two children with the wooden model he carved.

Both the car and the airplane are carved from paulownia wood and are about twenty centimeters long. They look lifelike in appearance, and the wheels underneath are movable, so they can run smoothly on the stone table without much effort.

The two brothers were very curious, each holding one in their hands and couldn't put it down.

Huo Minglou waited for them to have fun with it, then disassembled the parts one by one and spread them out on the table without interfering. He let them figure out how to assemble them by themselves. Unless they really didn't understand and asked him for advice, he would do his best. You can explain in detail what each part is used for, where it is installed, and what role it plays.

The two children listened eagerly, like dry sponges desperately absorbing water.

When Song Hongguo cleaned up and came over with mung bean soup, she saw such an unbearable scene. Before she could speak, she heard the system murmur like an idiot, "What a loving father and a filial son..." "

Song Hongguo, "..."

The father and son saw her and stopped in unison. Ling Yuan happily showed her his results. Ling Zhi was more reserved and reserved, but also waited for her to say something with bright eyebrows. Huo Minglou was more straightforward and drank mung bean soup. , I went to the backyard to wash up as if I was at home, and I even asked her for the towels and toiletries she usually uses.

Seeing this, the system couldn't help but said sourly, "It's getting more and more annoying. It makes people jealous. I think it won't be long before I can break into the house..."

"Hasn't it already entered the palace?"

"The hall I'm talking about is the worship hall, and the room I'm talking about is the bedroom."

"..."

Come on, you win.

Song Hongguo stopped arguing with it, rolled up her sleeves and entered the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

There was no shortage of vegetables at home, so she cooked a few more things, including flavored eggplant, scrambled eggs with luffa, stir-fried tender beans with oily pork, and a sour and refreshing cucumber. Of course, Huo Minglou’s favorite pickled cabbage dish was also indispensable. fish.

All four ate with satisfaction.After dinner, it was getting dark. Huo Minglou could not stay any longer, so he reluctantly left with a basket of freshly picked apricots. After he left, the two brothers came to call their little friend, and then After running out to catch the cicada, Song Hongguo took advantage of this opportunity to go to Dongping House, took out all the things he had searched for at the scrap collection station at noon, and placed them on the earthen bed.

Last time, all the things belonging to the Rong family and Uncle Cheng were handed in. She only earned a reputation and her points remained unchanged. This time, the things were considered ownerless, so she had no burden to sell them.

The system quickly started a live broadcast to sell goods, but Song Hongguo still took the aloof route, not saying much, focusing on Jiang Taigong fishing, and those who wanted to take the bait.

Naturally, many people took the bait. Even though those items were expensive, and two of them were even ridiculously expensive, there were still many people fighting over them.

Especially the chess table, which looks unattractive in appearance. Who would have thought that there are so many enthusiasts there?

In the end, it was very rewarding.

The points have been multiplied several times, and the rainfall is more than enough to benefit a county.

She also sold the two wasted vases and exchanged them for a pair of glass ones from the mall. When the brothers came back, she was planting roses and dahlias. One was placed on the desk in the bedroom, and the other was placed on the desk in the bedroom. On the coffee table.

Ling Yuan was interested in these and asked her about some flower arrangement techniques with great interest.

Ling Zhi was more concerned about the Arhat bed. Huo Minglou was there just now and didn't bother to ask, "Mom, Brother Jiashu sent a bed at noon, saying that you bought it, and he helped put it under the front building. , he didn’t mention anything about money, he just sat at home and rested for a while, drank two bowls of mung bean soup and then left..."

"Well, I bought it from the scrapyard. I plan to use it as a cooling bed. You two can put it there to take a nap, and the wind will blow. It should be very comfortable, don't you like it?"

"I like it, just..." Ling Zhi said hesitantly, "I polished it again this afternoon. It's made of mahogany, and the carvings are also very exquisite. It should have been used by wealthy families in the past. Will it cause trouble if it is placed in our house?"

Song Hongguo reassured, "Don't worry, since it can be sent to the scrap collection station, it can be sold openly. Those that are inappropriate will be smashed or burned."

Hearing this, Ling Zhi felt at ease, "Then I will weave a mat of the right size and lay it out tomorrow."

Song Hongguo smiled and joked, "Hey, our Xiaozhi can weave mats? When did you learn this craft?"

Ling Zhi blushed at her teasing.

Ling Yuan said with a smile, "Brother learned from the grandfathers in the village. Every day there are many people sitting at the entrance of the village knitting things, such as straw hats, sandals, and basket frames. There are fewer people knitting mats, because Mats are durable and can be used for many years if you weave them once, so every household rarely replaces them with new ones.”

Song Hongguo asked curiously, "What did they use to make it up?"

Ling Yuan clapped his fingers and said, "Wheat straw, wicker, and a kind of wattle cut from the mountain. I heard that it is very strong for weaving baskets, but wheat straw is not good. The braided things are very soft and can only be used for decoration." It's easy, but it looks clean. I also learned to weave straw hats. Oh, by the way, there is also a kind of grass called cattail. The braided stuff is fragrant and smells good. But when weaving mats, it is said that it is It's best to use reeds. It's not the time yet. It seems that there is another thing that can be made. What is it called..."

Ling Zhi took over and said, "You can also weave corn husks and sorghum stalks, but you have to wait until autumn. I heard that there are some very tough vines on the mountains that can also weave things."

Ling Yuan nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, yes, that's it..."

"What should we do now that there are no reeds?" Song Hongguo asked, looking at the two of them with a smile.

Ling Zhi didn't feel embarrassed at all, "Let's use cattail grass. In the firewood shed in the backyard, there are some that were cut and dried last year, which can be used just right. The mats on our kang are made of cattail grass, but I can't weave such exquisite patterns now. well……"

Song Hongguo, "..."

You are already amazing, young man. She is a handicapped person. She used to have trouble weaving a coaster out of corn husks.