After passing through the book, take Party A's system to escape from the famine

Chapter 89
With a blushing face, he baldly got off the carriage, and with a blushing face, climbed back to the cave while climbing on the hemp rope tremblingly.

He didn't look at Lou Dehua again.

Muttering in his mouth, "My brother is getting older, it's a good thing to have needs, it's a good thing."

Zhou Huan had to move, she couldn't continue to let herself be in a daze.

Now as soon as she closes her eyes, it is all pictures of her brother reading a book, too hot for eyes.

"Huaner, what are you doing?"

Seeing Zhou Huan take out the cloth gloves from his chest, Sun Peifang blushed and reminded: "Huan'er, right now our family is in difficulty and we can't give you a gift, but you have to remember that you are fifteen years old and you are a big girl." Oh, this hand...don't keep digging in there...it doesn't look good."

Not good-looking, not good-looking, Zhou Huan started to think wildly again, and quickly pushed Sun Peifang away, fooling around with a few words "Got it", and then started to work on the things in his hand.

Even though Zhu Wuliu begged for the logging tools at home.

With a knife in hand, under the faint light of the fire, he was carving slowly and with full concentration.

"Sister, be careful."

Listening is not perfect, you can look up with confidence.

"Tianbao?"

"Huh?" The small dark face moved closer to the candlelight, and the bright eyes looked at Zhou Huan, "Sister, what are you calling me for?"

"Why are you awake?"

She had to keep her voice down, not only the Zhu family, but even the dozen or so families were seldom awake, the big guys were so cold and bored here, they wished that when they closed their eyes and opened them again, the situation would be fine. hit the road.

Tianbao pointed to his ears with a smile, squatted on the ground and looked down at the things in Zhou Huan's hands.

"My sister forgot that the father who adopted me is a carpenter in our village. I am too familiar with the sound of you working."

Familiar and kind, for a moment, Tianbao under the blanket thought he had returned home.

Silly scratching his head and laughing: "Sister, you don't grind well, the section is not slippery, what are you going to do, I'll help you."

That's right, how could Zhou Huan forget that there are ready-made craftsmen in her home, why didn't she know how to make the best use of them, she was so stupid in time travel, and almost forgot her old profession.

"I want to make a sundial and give it to the grandpa in the village. It was his family's mule that pushed our family's cow on its head outside. We learned that En Tu Bao was not."

Tianbao was happy, and the little yellow teeth said in a row: "I understand the truth, but I don't know what the thing my sister said looks like. You have to tell me before I can make it."

The two of them sneaked around and walked out step by step, like thieves, oh no, like kittens, walking on catwalks.

The Persian cat tapped its toes and was on the line in a blink of an eye.

It was snowing outside but the sky was just right.

Sure enough, as Tianbao said, the potholes can be seen clearly when the sun shines on it.

Zhou Huan discovered that the craftsmanship of the ancient working people was really not built. First, Sun Dazhuang surrounded the wooden house, and then Tianbao made the sundial.

Zhou Huan drew the outline on the snow. Under her guidance sentence by sentence, the log looked as if it had been polished, and the perfect arc was not painful at all.

"That's it? Then this?"

Zhou Huan nodded, "Yes, make another small hole on it, according to the size of this wooden stick, it can't be too big or too small."

Before finishing speaking, Tianbao frowned and said, "I know."

Still impatient?
Zhou Huan pursed his lips, wondering if all their craftsmen were like this. In his own field, no one is allowed to waste a word with them.

To say more is to distrust them.

Employers are doubtful and should not be used, and Zhou Huan ignored it, stepping back and forth in the snow with her hands drawn down.

After a while, the prototype came out.

Tianbao held the sundial as if holding a treasure, and passed both hands to Zhou Huan, "Sister, it's over, take a look."

Hmm... The base is stable, the needle is straight, the arc is smooth, and the mortise and tenon fit perfectly.

In ancient times, there were twelve hours, so we had to engrave twelve time points on it, and we were done.

Zhou Huan glanced at the sundial and at Tianbao.

"It's ok, brother, the craftsmanship is good, the real person doesn't show his face."

Tianbao puffed up his cheeks, holding back his joy, clapped his hands twice and bared his teeth, what's the matter?None of this is a problem.

"This thing can really tell the time."

"Ah, yes, you see, this is the pointer, we have to point it to the true north, and when there is light, hey, look at it, look at it... eh?"

"233?"

233 was summoned in my mind.

"I'm here."

"Where... is North?"

"..."

Completely regard him as a smart navigation, right? 233 was speechless, unable to understand how he fell.

"45 degrees of sadness."

"Hey, are you still sad? Tell me quickly, didn't you see my little brother watching here?"

"I asked you to raise your hand! 45 degrees to the upper right! You bastard."

……

"sister?"

"Ah? Ah, ah ha ha ha ha." Zhou Huan moved his steps and pointed at the sunlight, "Look, if you face the true north, is there a shadow coming out of it? Tell me what time it is now."

Tianbao bowed his head and counted clockwise from the top: "It's... not the end."

"It's not the end." Zhou Huan calculated in his mind, and it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

This snow has no intention of stopping at all, the snowflakes are still like cotton.

Zhou Huan slammed her mouth, it would be great if it was cotton, her aunt can make clothes and shoes, how warm it is.

Then he raised his eyes and met Tianbao's gaze directly.

Is it because of the bright sunlight or Tianbao's eyes are extraordinarily bright after being dark these days.

"Tianbao, your eyes seem to be sai?"

It is because modern people wear colored contact lenses or are too short-sighted to turn brown. Could it be that ancient people were also short-sighted?
Tianbao straightened up and said without taking it seriously: "My sister has only been in the village for a short time, and we have little contact with each other. I originally had ominous eyes. When I was trafficked and sold to the city, I was almost burned to death. If it weren't for my father ..."

After that, I sniffed my nose, don't bring up the past again, my life has had a lot of ups and downs in just 13 years.

Zhou Huan: "..."

How many people this broken mouth offended when she first entered the society, she didn't know how to grow up.

It's okay to hate those people again, and now she's going to expose Tianbao's scars face to face.

Tianbao, although you are miserable, you have to believe that sister is worse than you.

Only when you believe it and have a comparison can you know how happy you are.

Tianbao raised his chin and smiled heartily, "Well, what my sister said is that I have a new family now, with a sister, a brother, and Uncle Zhu as my father, and Aunt Sun as my mother. My father can rest in peace .”

After waking up from sleep, Zhu Wuliu came out to pee, whistling and shivering all over.

Did someone call him daddy?

Then sneaked back to take a look, and clicked twice behind the mule's buttocks.

His niece grew up and didn't know how to avoid suspicion, so she liked to laugh and laugh with boys, first Da Zhuang and then Tian Bao.

Is it okay if this reputation spreads in the future?

(End of this chapter)