The parent of another world is short

The autumn rain is continuous, and it lasts for several days.

There are dirt roads in the countryside, and you can't go out at all.Even if you go to the yard, you have to bring back a foot of mud.The adults are better, the children are all suffocated.Follow Lin Li all day long, the elder brother is long and the elder brother is short.

In the afternoon, it was really annoying and there was nothing I could do.The younger brothers are at an active age, and modern children of this age are all in school.Parents don't have to worry about it at all.

The second and third brothers must be sent to a private school, and only then did he think of one thing.Before going to a private school, one needs to be enlightened, otherwise one will be looked down upon in a private school.In the past, the family was poor, and Lin Zhi and Lin Nan never had the opportunity to go to private schools.After Dad was in poor health, Dad had no time to pay attention to this matter, let alone the original owner, so neither Lin Zhi nor Lin Nan knew a word.

Paper, ink, brushes and inkstones are very expensive. He remembered the small blackboard from his previous life.But there is really no such material, even if he can get a flat board, he has no tools.

After wandering around the house, he thought of a way.Inside the house, the floor is paved with blue bricks, which is very flat.He took out a large basket of plant ash and spread it on the ground.

The plant ash was too light, and he was very careful, but he still got covered in ash.If it hadn't been for the rain, the soil would have been wet, and he wouldn't have come up with this bad idea.

A child distributed a wooden stick to find out the thousand-character prose used for enlightenment at home.Lin ideally taught ten characters a day.When the recipes sold for money, the two younger brothers were sent to private schools.

"Brother, can I learn too?" Lin Lin, who got the wooden stick, looked at Lin Li with bright eyes.The brothers here are not allowed to go to private schools, and there is not a single literate brother in their Lin Family Village.

"Of course, our brothers and men are all the same. It's a pity that you can't go to a private school, so I can only teach you in the future." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up at Li Xian who was sitting on the side.

"Ah Xian, do you want to learn?" Although illiteracy is very popular in this era, he knows the benefits of literacy.No matter where you go, your waist should be much stiffer, otherwise you will be blinded when you go out.

"Sanggong, can I learn too?" Being able to read and write is a treat only for those big brothers. In a small place like them, it is important that brothers who have no talent are virtues. Even if they are rich, they will not teach them. Literacy.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Li Xian picked up the scattered wooden sticks and immediately squatted over.

"Ah Xian, you are a man with a body now, how can you squat down?"

It was Lin Lin who understood quickly, and immediately got up to move a very short pony over.Such a small Maza is for two or three-year-old children to sit and play, so it is extremely uncomfortable for an adult to sit on it.But at least it's much better than squatting.

"Brother, let's start, what are you teaching today?"

Including Xiaoying, there are only five students, but the feeling of being a guest teacher is extremely refreshing.Lin Li pretended to talk about the rules of the class, in order to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm for learning.He is going to teach them to write their names today.Do the math, it's almost ten words long.

The characters here are also pictographs, but the strokes are very different from Chinese characters.There are many characters with a little crooked trace, which is not easy to grasp.

Every time he taught a character, he would take them to write it on the ashes several times until he confirmed that they could write it.

Ten words are not too many, and all of them were taught in about half an hour.The children were excitedly marking their names on it. When he helped Li Xian up, Li Xian was still a little unhappy.

"Ah Xian, you still have a baby in your stomach, so you can't stay in this position."

"Sanggong, I'm sorry, I'm so excited, so my name is written like this." Li Xian stretched his hand behind and rubbed his waist, really uncomfortable.

Ever since they learned how to read, the children scratched and scratched on the pile of ashes when they had nothing to do, which saved a lot of trouble.It's just that his olive oil production method has not improved at all, and he can't draw any decent ones.Obviously there is a clear model in my mind, but I can't draw the desired shape no matter what.

"Hey." I already knew that painting requires talent. When he was in school, he was often criticized by the teacher. He was able to draw something that was nothing. Fortunately, it was not important. subclass.But just like that, every time he came to art class, he was eager to find a place to hide.

"Sanggong, can you tell me in detail what you want to draw? Let me try." Li Xian thought for a long time before saying this.If he didn't know everything about Lin Li, he wouldn't have the courage to say it.However, painting is really not difficult for him.

When Li Xian was young, his father embroidered the soles of shoes. The upper part was drawn with a pen and then embroidered with colored threads.At that time, he also asked what kind of flower his father painted, and his father said it was the golden silk flower that often bloomed on the mountain behind them.At that time, he still remembered that he loudly refuted his father's words, saying that his father's paintings didn't look alike at all.Later, I grabbed a pen and drew a flower on it myself.

When his father saw it, he was very amazed, the way they usually embroider is very rigid, but Li Xian's painting is exactly like the real flower that blooms.From then on, his father usually asked Li Xian to help draw flowers, but unfortunately, no matter whether it was flowers, grass, or animals, they looked alike, but they were not as perfect as other people's designs.In addition, Li Xian can't learn how to needle and thread, even if his father wants to send him to be an embroiderer, it won't work.

Lin Li described the structure of his modified mixer in detail, and Li Xian quickly drew the outline on the paper. Looking at the gradually clear things on the paper, it was almost exactly the same as he imagined.

He really didn't expect that his Ah Xian was so powerful.From his description alone, something so similar can be drawn.

After the entire shape was drawn, he explained the section drawing and parts to Li Xian. Although there were some small discrepancies from time to time, after corrections time and time again, even a layman like him could clearly understand it. Look at the contents of the picture clearly.

Looking at the drawn picture, Li Xian couldn't help but sigh that Lin Li's people are so smart.Once this machine is installed, how much manpower can be saved.It's just drawn in charcoal, modified and not very pretty.He took another piece of paper, and quickly drew a complete one based on his impression.

"Sanggong, you are checking, is there any problem?"

Lin Li was completely stunned now, he didn't know what kind of person could do what Li Xian did.From the pen to the completion, there is no alteration, and it is all based on impressions, and there is no mistake in the drawing.It's just amazing!

"Ah Xian, how did you do it? It's amazing!" Excited, he immediately hugged Li Xian, and raised his head to slap him hard on the face.

"Sanggong, you are too unscrupulous. Quickly check if there is any mistake. I just realized that this is the last piece of paper in the house after I wrote it."

At this time, Lin Li took over the drawing and looked at it carefully. Whether it was a plan view or a section view, as well as small parts such as chains and pulleys, they all clearly appeared on the paper.

He was so excited to solve the problem that had troubled him for so many days at once.