Tuan Chong Fu Bao's 70s

Chapter 271 Meeting in the Rain
Qin Xiyan sat on the chair.

Turn sideways.

With one arm resting on the back of the chair, staring at the outrageous little girl with a delicate face, the corners of her lips couldn't stop rising as she spoke, "Look for yourself."

Nuan Bao was like a big silkworm baby, with his hands propped on the bed, moving his little butt little by little.

Move to the head of the bed.

Tilting her head, she looked at Qin Xiyan's notebook.

Slightly bent pair of starry eyes suddenly lit up, "Drawings."

Qin Xiyan smiled slightly, his eyebrows were clear and clean, "Yeah, I'll help you polish up the sketches you scribbled before. I think since you can apply for patents, you can apply for a few more at a time. At worst, put them there first. In the future, we will be able to mass-produce it.”

Hearing this, Nuan Bao nodded repeatedly.

Like a spring breeze, the crisp sweet voice said, "Brother, you are so smart!"

Nuan Bao has been praised by adults for being smart since she was a child, but Nuan Bao knows it well.

Brother is the smartest.

She had seen many, many kinds of beds in her previous life, but she couldn't draw a finished one.

But my brother was able to figure out the design drawings from her vague description.

So my brother is the smartest.

Nuan Bao is the second smartest, hee~
Qin Xiyan pointed to one of the places, "I just haven't figured it out, Nuanbao, if the bottom of the folding bed you mentioned is stretched and contracted by springs, then how to fix it when stretching."

Nuan Bao moved her little head closer to Qin Xiyan's and looked at the blueprint.

Nuan Bao's white and delicate little finger pointed at one of the four springs, "If a wooden bar is pulled here, all the force points of the spring will be placed here?"

Qin Xiyan thought for a while, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips excitedly, "It's just that the wood used here must be the hardest wood, so as to be safe."

Nuan Bao hummed, "My father is the best at wood, so leave this to my father."

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, the little girl hadn't come out of Xiyan's house yet.

Jiang Laosi inevitably had a little indescribable feeling in his heart.

He got up.

Walking to the door of Qin Xiyan's room, he knocked lightly on the door, "Is Nuan Bao in there? Come out to help dad settle the score."

"Hey, here we come!"

The crisp voice of the little girl seemed to wash away Jiang Laosi's hard work all day.

Soon, the little girl flew out like a little butterfly.

Nuan Bao asked curiously, "Father, didn't you sell beds when you went to the commune today? What's the deal?"

Jiang Laosi was silent for a moment, and said, "I want to calculate the past half a month and see how much money we have earned in total!"

Nuan Bao smiled, "Okay, Dad!"

The father and daughter went into the hall together.

Qin Xiyan lit the oil lamp and continued to revise the drawings.

He is very hard.

Because it may be due to too many dreams recently, I am always unsteady.

I always feel that if there is something to do, it should be done quickly.

It seems that if you don't do it, you will never have another chance in the future.

Li Hongxiu brought in a glass of water, "Xiyan, are you still studying?"

Seeing Li Hongxiu, Qin Xiyan smiled slightly, "Fourth Aunt, no, I write and draw casually."

Li Hongxiu patiently instructed, "Oil lamps are especially harmful to the eyes. If it's not very important, do it tomorrow. You can't damage your eyes at such a young age."

Qin Xiyan nodded, "Fourth Aunt, I understand."

Li Hongxiu gave Qin Xiyan another gentle look before going out.

Standing in the well, looking at the bright moonlight.

I heard that Zhengjia Village will be powered on. Why is there no movement in Mingyue Village?

If electricity is connected, it will be much more convenient for children to do their homework at night.

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It's not yet June, and this day is like a child's face, it changes as soon as it changes.

Seeing the whole noon is still sunny.

In the blink of an eye, the bean-sized raindrops fell down with a crackling sound.

Hitting people in the face, it hurts so much.

Adults pick up children from school.

Jiang Laosi and Jiang Laosan took a large pile of fertilizer bags.

Fold the two pointed ends of the bag together and put it on your head, it is definitely better than a coir raincoat.

The children of Jiang's family carried a fertilizer bag each, held their schoolbags tightly in their arms, and went home.

Li Hongxiu prepared ginger soup, and as soon as the children came home, they quickly took a bowl each, forcing the children to drink the bitter and spicy ginger soup.

The hot Nuanbao's little face changed color.

Then Li Hongxiu took out the dried sour plums that Jiang Ti had sent by mail, and one of the children stuffed one into his mouth.

Nuan Bao looked at the pouring rain outside.

He said worriedly, "Mr. Yang went to the commune to copy the questions for us from the junior high school a few years ago. I don't know if he is in the commune or on the road now. Mr. Yang probably didn't bring an rain gear."

The fourth brother Jiang was also worried, "According to the days, the second brother has only been back in the past two days, and the second brother will not be blocked by the rain, right?"

After thinking about it, Jiang Laosi decided to go and have a look.

Nuan Bao immediately said, "Father, take an extra fertilizer bag, and if you meet Teacher Yang, give one to Teacher Yang."

Fourth Jiang let out a hey.

Just wearing the coir raincoat and the big bamboo hat, Jiang Laosi took a step forward.

Suddenly a bright white light flashed down in the sky, followed by crackling thunder.

Thunder bursts.

Almost shattered the eardrum.

Li Hongxiu grabbed Jiang Laosi, and said with lingering fear, "Wait before going out, this thunder is too scary, if the second brother is on the way, he should find a place to shelter from the rain."

Fourth Jiang smiled indifferently, "It's okay, I'll go to the entrance of the village to have a look, if there's nothing there, I'll come back."

at this time--

Jiang's second son really came back, but he just walked to Zhoujia Village, and when he was still a long way from Mingyue Village, the rain fell without warning.

With his baggage in his arms, Jiang Lao Er hurriedly found a ruined temple nearby.

It was made like this when the Four Olds were broken.

Although there are holes everywhere, it is better than rain.

He just ran in.

After a while, a woman with two braids also entered.

This person is none other than Teacher Yang who went to the commune to copy the test papers for the children.

After she went in, she realized that someone was inside.

Yang Qiong pursed her lips, and sat down at a place farthest from the man with her bundle in her arms.

The whole body is soaked.

Only the burden on his chest was not wet.

On the small notebook inside, she copied the topics of the junior high school in recent years.

She wants to familiarize the children with the question types at the last minute and then consolidate them.

This year's children, she is very confident.

She felt that of the twenty children in the class, except for Dahua, it was a certainty that the others would go to junior high school.

As for Dahua, if you work hard, you may also create a miracle.

With such a mentality, Yang Qiong didn't feel tired or cold.

It seems like everything is worth it.

Finally slowing down, in the past, Yang Qiong put the burden at his feet, brushed the messy bangs on his face to the side, and pinched the rain in the braid.

Crash, it fell down a puddle.

"Mr. Yang? You are Mr. Yang from the Primary School of the Production Brigade of Mingyue Village, aren't you?"

She stroked her hair, and Jiang Laoer recognized it immediately.

(End of this chapter)