Datang male nanny

Chapter 132 Sleeping at Her House
For some specific details, Ni Dalang pondered more, and Ni Tu demonstrated several times how to use his feet to drive the upper wheel to rotate, how to thread a needle through the upper and lower sides, and how to cooperate with hands and feet to drive the artifact.

After dozens of revisions, Ni Tu finally nodded in satisfaction.All that remains is to pass on this skill to Pharaoh.

Ni Tu demonstrated and explained at the scene, and even made a few shorts.

Ni Dalang was holding a few shorts and asked puzzledly: "What are these? The flat-angled ones look like pants, and what is this triangular one? It can't hold anything, and it seems to be very strangled. What, and it looks so fat and unbearable, you and I are too fat to wear it."

Several people took turns taking a glance at it. When the thing changed to Wang Ning's on the kang in the wing room, Wang Ning looked at it for a long time. Epiphany.She blushed all of a sudden, the corners of her mouth twitched, she covered her face with her hands, and quickly tucked up the fat pants.

She thought about it again, and Xuan'er stuffed everything into the quilt.

Ni Tu is still demonstrating, but he is not used to needlework, and his hands and feet are a little stiff.

Lao Wang tried a few times, perhaps because he was too old, but also very insensitive to operate.

As soon as Zhen Zhen'er saw this kind of artifact, she was full of praise: "Uncle, you see, I didn't lie to you! Brother Tu made a little trick, and made an artifact. With this artifact, it doesn't take too long to mend clothes." More hands, and the efficiency has been greatly improved. Uncle Wang, let me try this artifact."

Zhen Zhen'er sat down, imitating Ni Tu's way of stirring, pedaling, and turning the cloth up and down with the rapidity of the needle in his hand.After a while, a beautiful peony was embroidered on the cloth, and all the people present were amazed.

"I didn't expect my nephew's embroidery skills to be so superb! With this thing, let alone ten people, even three people can make a hundred pieces in one day!"

Ni Dalang was also very surprised when he saw it.

"Nephew, when this artifact comes out, it not only solves the immediate urgent need, but it is also a great pioneering work in tattooing technology. I don't know what the name of this thing is."

"Ah, this...is called a sewing machine."

"Sewing machine? Wonderful!"

Ni Tu made Zhen Zhen'er proficient in the operation, so he asked Lao Wang to go to the shop to train the women.

Lao Wang went into the wing room and congratulated Wang Ning.

Only then did Wang Ning let out a long sigh of relief, nodded in satisfaction, and lay down again.

A smile bloomed on his face again, and his body relaxed.

The serious illness had left her exhausted.

Although her hand was very weak, she was still holding the triangular object that Ni Tu had made for her and placed it in front of her heart, and suddenly felt a fire burning in her heart.

With the mold, it becomes very fast to make.

Ni Dalang was full of praise for the saws and planes being used, saying that these are unique items that ensure the flatness and smoothness of the cut wood.

However, when sawing wood with a saw, you need to master the degree, otherwise it is easy to saw off.

After inquiring, Ni Tu found out that they lacked a kind of ruler.

Ni Tu shook his head, and instructed Ni Dalang to make a small box out of waste materials.

Ni Tu drilled another hole in one side of the box.

Ni Dalang didn't understand what Ni Tu was doing, but he watched carefully.

Ni Tu pulled some silk thread over and found it was too thin, so he used the method of rubbing hemp rope to overlap it a few times, then rolled up his trousers and rubbed it on his thigh.

Xuan'er made a long rope with a thickness of three millimeters.

Ni Tu asked Ni Dalang to make a round barrel and a small rocker arm.

After Ni Tu assembled these small parts, he wound the rope around the round barrel, passed the other end of the rope through the small hole, and tied a small wooden block outside to prevent the rope from falling into the box.

Ni Dalang looked at the small box, not knowing what it was for, thinking it was a toy for Wang Baidu who was sleeping, and shook his head immediately.

I feel that Ni Tu is really playful again. It is the rush time to make sewing machines, and he wastes time making toys.

Ni Dalang suddenly had some opinions on Ni Tu.

Ni Tu went to the study, and when he came back, he brought ink sticks, cut some pieces, put them in the inkstone, and added water to grind them.

Then pour the ground ink into the wooden box.

After doing this three times, wait until all the ropes in the magic box are soaked before giving up.

Then set aside to soak.

Ni Dalang saw that Ni Tu had been tinkering with it for a long time, and it was indeed a toy, so he became a little impatient.

He wanted to teach him a lesson.

The two were busy polishing the wooden strips, and sawing water chestnuts on them, so that they could be assembled together.

Ni Dalang put a new piece of wood on the long table, picked up the saw and was just about to speak, ready to teach Ni Tu, but he saw Ni Tu playing with his toys again.

"Ni Tu, you must concentrate on doing things, and you must not be half-hearted."

"Understood!" Ni Tu knew that the old man had misunderstood him, and with a smile, he grabbed the small piece of wood and pulled out some ropes with ink, and handed them to Ni Dalang.

"Uncle, help me pull this end of the rope."

"This..." Ni Dalang saw that Ni Tu not only played with toys by himself, but also took him with him, and his teeth ached with hatred.

Ni Dalang had a bad temper, and after staying up all night yesterday, he was tired and unbearable, and his temper became even more violent.

Just as he was about to reprimand him, Ni Tu was already standing aside, pinching the ink-stained rope and pulling it up on the white-spangled wood, the elastic rope bounced down on the wood with a "snap", leaving behind The next deep wear mark comes.

When Ni Dalang saw this straight line left on the wood, he opened his mouth and called out, "Huh?"

Appreciating this unusually straight line, Ni Dalang suddenly burst into laughter: "This, this is too straight! It's too straight!"

"Isn't this a toy? This old man thought it was your toy!"

"This is an ink fountain, which is specially used to draw straight lines. This little artifact should be a present for my uncle."

"Ah, this little artifact, I like it, so I will accept it!"

Ni Dalang took a closer look at this treasure this time, and Ni Tu told Ni Dalang the functions of the ink chamber, thread wheel, ink thread, thread awl, ink stick and other components one by one.

Ni Dalang bounced on the wood again and again, having a great time.

Ni Dalang improved the ink cartridge again, so that the ink cartridge can be carried in the bosom well, and the ink is not easy to spill.

Ni Tu was full of praise for Ni Dalang's superb craftsmanship.

With many artifacts, the two made six sewing machines in one morning.

Zhen Zhen'er inspected them one by one, and made some improvements. When she was satisfied, she asked someone to carry them to the shop.

In order to thank everyone, Lao Wang arranged for a table of wine and food.

While they were having a good time with each other, they slept for half a day. Wang Ning, who was gradually recovering, was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and was supported by others to bow to him to express his gratitude.

Everyone hurriedly got up to return the salute.

After sighing for a while, Lao Wang asked someone to help Wang Ningshi to rest again.

With the beauty's praise and thanks, the four of them drank some more wine.

When Ni Tu accompanied Lao Wang to send Zhen Zhen'er and Ni Dalang out of the door, and was about to return to Baoyuan Zhai, he saw that it was getting late.

Lao Wang urged people to prepare chariots and horses.

Ni Tu was too sleepy, plus he was tired all day and night, and drank a lot of wine. At this time, his body seemed to collapse, so he sat on the threshold of the gate and closed his eyes to rest, waiting for the carriage to arrive.

(End of this chapter)