Traveling Through the Stars

   Chapter 1334 Finally succeeded in refining a furnace

   entered the safe zone, Hua Ran took the supplies home, and Luo Hang and his wife went to Luo Bi's house to harvest the grains in the yard.

  The ears of corn are mostly dried and need to be dried for another day. The wheat is harvested in the autumn. It is harvested in the evening, and it will be spread again the next morning.

  In this case, harvest before the dew falls at night, and then spread out the next day until it is dried.

  The crops are boring and tiring, but that's how the fragrant rice comes.

  Or you can buy food grown by planting robots. That kind of food is delicious. You can eat it for a lifetime. No matter how cheap and good-looking on the market, no one who has eaten it has a deep memory.

  Only one point, silly mouth.

  Qi Yan took advantage of the time to water the vegetable garden at the door in the evening, glanced at Luo Bi's house from the door, went home and carried a small wooden shovel to help. After entering the door to say hello, the child began to pile grain ears in the middle from the beginning.

  Luo Hang raised his eyebrows. He was very surprised that the child could do farm work. It can be seen that he did not work less.

  "You are only five years old!" Guan Zhuting asked the child with a good impression.

  Qi Yan said "um" and replied, "I am five years old."

   "You are so capable at the age of five, your mother is really blessed." Guan Zhuting picked it up and said nicely.

  Next, only the sound of grains being brushed was heard. Luo Hang and Qi Yan used wooden branches to pick them up and the other with a small wooden shovel to push them. Guan Zhuting looked for a broom and followed behind to sweep the grains of rice on the ground.

  Luo Bi didn't care about this, she took care of the Lingzhi, threw it into the furnace for refining, turned back and placed the brocade rags on the table, wondering how to cut the scissors.

  After making two small jerseys, there is not much fabric left. It is not easy to cut out a new dress for the orange spoon. It is necessary to stitch together or design a new style.

  For example, a small coat with a small skirt, this should be enough to make a living.

  As for the gender of the orange spoon? Is it suitable to wear a small skirt? Robbie doesn't care. Whoever makes the fabric not enough orange spoons has to wear clothes. A small skirt is good.

  Has a preliminary pattern in his mind, but Robbie has been reluctant to cut the scissors.

  Even if she is proficient in this area, she can't help worrying before cutting the scissors, after all, the fabric is not rich. Shears are not bad for frizzy, as long as she is not afraid of messing with the only fabric, let the orange spoon hang rags and go out.

  Robi can't do anything about pitting children. It's too wicked, even if the orange spoon doesn't understand Haolai.

  Robi first cut off the small piece of cloth, put a useful piece, and put together the fabric.

  As a result, this is Robbie. The remaining brocade fabric has three relatively large pieces. It is almost enough to make a small jersey. The other pieces of fabric can be spliced ​​together to make a belt.

  In this way, the little gown and the little skirt are still dead.

  After cutting, Robbie took the needle and thread to sew, halfway through, she turned her head to look at the stove.

  According to the past, it should have been frying, but it has not been fried until now. What does this mean? Robbie put down the work in his hand and walked over and guided the fire source to continue refining. After another half an hour, if the furnace does not explode, the furnace will be successful.

  Half an hour later, Luo Bi withdrew from the fire, feeling unspeakably happy. After refining for so long, he finally succeeded.

  It doesn’t matter if she is happy, she ran to Luo Hang and his wife and talked endlessly.

  What can Robbie talk about? After complaining about this and that, she could even count the faults of the orange spoon. And her grandfather, Chen Zhima, who had rotten corn, pulled out all the blame.

  Robi picks his grandfather’s fault, pick one by one.

  (End of this chapter)