"Don't move, watch!" I slapped Jiu Jin's little hand aside and continued my artistic creation.

Do we still have a lot of artistic talent and strong hands-on skills? For people who are ingenious and handy, artists like me have to pour out pure gold and make a real body to offer it until the sea is dry and the stone is rotten.

It's a pity that this good skill has been lost. I feel sorry for myself because I have a bright pearl in the dark. In fact, I have been determined to dedicate myself to art since I was a child, or I can be a handicraft practitioner. I didn't see countless works full of aura when I was a child. What about a projectile launcher?

The military industry who hits a match loudly and far away

The products, the buttons that were placed in the deskmate’s stationery box when they rattled and made the girls squeal, and the time-honored inventions of twisting rubber bands together, there are too many to list. I’m not exaggerating, Einstein was far behind me when he was a child.

, if it were my neighbor, I would definitely rob him of all the foreign movies and go home crying.

Seeing Jiujin is like seeing the shadow of my own childhood. If I scolded the teacher, beat my mother, practiced calligraphy in the dark backyard, and was made to stand outside the classroom for more than ten years while waiting for memory erasure, my childhood would have been sweet.

It can't be perfect, there is always a bit of regret. As long as the regret is not greater than the sweetness, it is worth remembering. I don't want Jiu Jin to not have the courage to recall his childhood at my age.

Of course, this does not mean that Ying’s education method is wrong. It is correct to start everything from a baby, but it is a miracle that a two-year-old can know so many words. There is no need to force him to write it down, right? His arms haven’t grown a brush yet.

, a bit overwhelming.

"If you move again, your mother will force you to write!" He squatted in front of me and was dishonest. My carefully polished bamboo pole almost stepped on it. The threat was very effective. Jiu Jin immediately squatted down and looked nervously at his mother who was checking her homework at the stone table.

The adult looked at it.

"What are the father and son doing?" It seems that Ying is quite satisfied with Jiujin's homework. She also squatted down to watch me do my handiwork. She picked up a few bamboo strips and made a few gestures, "Do you want to make a curtain?"

"Birdcage." She took the strip from Ying's hand and began to shape it on the wax head. It was semicircular, round, with a slight arc, and carefully designed. The custom of raising birds had not yet formed in this era. Standing with interest

You can enjoy them under the branches. In the garden, some places suitable for bird nesting are deliberately left to attract the birds to settle down. The birds sing in unison to add a landscape to their own homes. In addition to rare birds and beasts, there are many places like this that I built.

Not much can be appreciated in a cage.

I had forgotten about it all these years. Yesterday when I was walking around the garden with Jiu Jin, I noticed a few tiger-headed phoenixes falling on the treetops and chirping beautifully. Jiu Jin pointed at them and asked me for them, and then I remembered that I was once a flower bird.

A rising star in the world. With such good conditions, I would be sorry if I didn’t build a few exquisite cages to raise some birds. It’s not too much to have some fun for yourself occasionally in life, and Jiu Jin also likes it.

"Have you installed this place properly for Queque?" Ying picked up the base I had laid out and gently broke it apart, "Isn't it so bad?"

"What's wrong? It sounds so nice." He pointed at the wooden file opposite and asked Jiu Jin to hand it over, and said, "You don't understand things about cultivating one's body and mind."

Ying shook her head, stood up and wanted to pull Jiujin away, but Jiujin became interested and sat on the ground unable to get up. Ying had no choice but to squat down in front of Jiujin and lectured: "We don't want to play with this, we want to see Queque Niang take you there."

There are hundreds of them in the garden, so we don’t need to keep them in cages." Seeing that Jiu Jin didn't respond, he made a few gestures on the child's head and said, "Look, let's make a box and stuff you in it so you can't come out. Do you want to?

"

Jiujin stupidly replied loudly: "Yes!"

"This kid!" Ying couldn't help but poked her finger in the forehead, "He's heartless. I'll stuff you into a well when my second mother comes back. Are you still willing?"

"Hey, that's such a metaphor? What's your intention?" It's a good thing to love and protect birds, and it's right to despise my behavior and not let Jiu Jin participate in it, but you can't inculcate in your children the idea that your mother has stuffed him into a well. This

It is unclear how to destroy the image of the second mother in Jiujin's mind.

Ying hummed nonchalantly a few times. She couldn't lift nine pounds here, so she simply moved a stool and sat in front of me to watch. After a while, she became interested.

"My husband actually knows these things, and the craftsmanship is so exquisite that even the craftsmen who support their families by making bamboo ware dare not mention their craftsmanship like this." He said and helped me lift a base to insert the bamboo strips, "Now you can see what the cage looks like.

Nothing looks better than a coat of varnish.”

"This is not painted. It's a tower cage." Pointing to a pile of unformed bamboo pieces next to it, "This is a rolling cage. They are used to catch birds, but they haven't been built yet for raising birds."

You have to be polite when catching ornamental birds. In later generations, the way to make money by catching birds with unscrupulous intentions is to pull a net. Hundreds of birds will be rushed into the net at a time, leaving many injured and disabled. You can't pick out a few whole birds out of hundreds, and you can't sell them.

If you drop them, they will all be killed by the sparrows, which will make the people look sad and curse the whole family who will be caught in the net and die.

Tower cages and rolling cages rely on mechanisms to catch birds, and food or mother birds are placed inside. Once the wild birds fall off the cage, they will be flipped into the cage by a movable bamboo raft, leaving them unharmed. Those who really love birds will put them in during the breeding season.

The cages are hung on the treetops for trapping. If you can't see them or the species is wrong, just open the cage door and let people out until you choose the one you like.

It's very elegant, at least I think so. However, this practice also often encounters some shameless birds, such as sparrows. There are so many sparrows that over time, they will get the mentality of a bird catcher, and they will not rush out after stepping in.

, first give food to lure birds in one breath

After eating all the food, he teased the mother bird some more. After all, he knew that you didn’t want him. He ate, drank, and whored until you let him out. Just after letting him go for a while, he came again when he was hungry, and the cycle started over and over again. Each one was fed by the captured bird.

Fat head and big ears, I still wait for you every day, I can’t wait.

"It's a sparrow again!" Ying and Jiujin now have a new gadget. I get up early every morning before going to work to hang up the tower cage and rolling cage for the garden. The task of guarding is given to the mother and son. As soon as the cage is completed, I put the child

The rules for how many hours of writing a day had to be changed. After every thirty words, Ying took the children to the garden to see if there was any harvest. If there was no harvest, she came back and continued writing. After a few rounds, she both wrote and communicated with the sparrows.

Yes, a good balance between work and rest.

Jiujin also likes it, and Ying is also happy. He usually sits on the table to do some writing, but now he climbed onto the stone table early in the morning and started writing thirty characters seriously, and then made trouble and Ying took him to the garden. For the rest of the month, Jiujin wrote calligraphy.

Great progress has been made, and the sparrows at home are also well-nourished.

Early in the morning, a group of sparrows followed me and waited for me to hang up the cage. Some sparrows had already gotten in before their front legs could move. The ones who couldn't get in were fighting, and the whole family did not dare to come near. I don't know what this group of sparrows were playing with this weirdo.

It's better to stay away from tricks.

"Husband, this is a good idea." Ying took a dozen or nine kilograms of calligraphy treasures and was carefully binding them. She wants to keep them for future comparison. "In one month, not a single bird has harmed me. The child's calligraphy has improved a lot, and he can't even take it out."

No one believed it was written by a two-year-old."

Actually... my original intention was to harm Queque, but since I don’t refuse praise when it comes, I can give credit to outsiders, but I should take credit for family work. "You understand? You have to learn from me when raising children, spanking and scolding should be done.

Don't be lenient, but this knowledge is a step-by-step process. You can't just follow other people's rigid routines, you have to let the children want to do it themselves."

"That's it, my husband is a person who knows the world." Ying happily sat in front of me and said thoughtfully: "If we talk about different backgrounds, there will be differences in knowledge. I was born a merchant, although I am very good at running the family business.

I work hard, but I don’t understand that in my heart, I will need more discipline from my husband for the next nine pounds.”

It made me blush. Compared with my background, I am a little less confident. After all, the Chen family is still rich. In my era, I might be able to show up on CCTV 2. I am just a bank employee. One day, I asked the Chen family to deposit some money in the bank.

A loan or something, I never dreamed of marrying the daughter of a wealthy family.

However, Jiujin's generation has been completely cleansed. The aristocratic child born to a banker's father and a businessman's mother is a noble child just by looking at the written words, and judging by the words of people's words, the boy has a broad mind.

In this regard, sugar cane is not as good as Jiujin. He will probably suffer in the future. In order to create a nurturing environment for his son, Lanling read a large article in front of him all day long. He read it for half an hour until the child fell asleep.

.What should I do if I don’t sleep because I’m too tired? It makes me feel bad when I see it. Taking advantage of the good season to go out for a walk is much better than being abused at home or showing off by hugging someone else.

"How can such a villain write so neatly?" As soon as he returned home, he saw Lanling holding sugar cane and discussing Jiujin's calligraphy with Ying on the stone table in the back house. When he saw me coming back, he smiled and nodded, "Superintendent

Your Excellency, you have a lot of free time, why are you on an errand today?"

"Ah... what about your highness? I come back to get something, and leave immediately... right now!" Did I invite her? Would she be happy to come over and make me suffer? She went into the house and secretly hid the fishing rod in the cuffs of her hands.

He pinched a notebook and walked outside. When he passed by two women, he deliberately raised his eyebrows and said, "I forgot to bring the materials. The weaving school is busy with official duties and I didn't greet you well. Your Highness Haihan. Haihan."

"Uncle Wang!" The moment he raised his foot and crossed the threshold, a magical sound from behind made people feel chilled.

He turned around and looked. The girl from Shangguan was pulling... to be precise, she was dragging her nine kilograms with a reluctant expression. She quickly squatted down with a friendly smile... There was a fishing rod in her sleeves, so she couldn't squat down, so she had to bend down and face the girl.

He stroked his head and said, "You've grown so big. It's so fun, Jiujin. I'll take my sister to see your birdcage. I still have things to do."

"What's in your sleeve?"

"What sleeves?" The smelly girl noticed my strange behavior as soon as she took a look. She let go of Jiujin and stretched out her hand to pull my sleeve and touch inside. Just when she was about to squeeze the Shangguan girl away, Lanling came over with a smile while holding the sugar cane in her arms.

"Ah, sleeves. Bamboo...teaching pole! I used it when teaching in agriculture. I got it when I came back."

After a quick round of back and forth, Chao Ying, who was already 9 pounds and already staggering, ran over. It seemed that she didn't like this sister very much and was running away. The Shangguan girl didn't care and insisted on pulling my sleeve to look at the teaching pole. Lan Ling stood behind and fanned the flames:

"Just show her if you want. I won't damage yours."

He glared at Lan Ling fiercely, but couldn't help but waved the fishing rod in front of Shangguan's girl's eyes, "Look, what's so interesting about the bamboo pole? Come play with Jiu Jin in the birdcage, it'll be fun."

"The imperial court has expressly prohibited the killing of birds. As a high-ranking school supervisor, why do you ignore the law?" Shangguan girl asked in a tone that was like a grown-up, while holding one end of the fishing rod and not giving up.

"Oh? Is there such a law?" I don't remember, so I looked at Lan Ling doubtfully.

Lan Ling nodded affirmatively and gave a look of disdain, "What about the fishing pole? Whose teaching pole is it? I also have someone's account list in my hand. Are you going to teach this in the weaving school? I'm here to ask you today, girl."

If the problem comes, don’t dodge it.”

"..." Lan Ling's eyes were so sharp that I didn't even know I was holding an account sheet in my hand. I even glared at Lan Ling angrily, but was helplessly disarmed by the Shangguan girl.

Ying sat far away and pretended not to be able to see here. The mother and son were reading copybooks in front of the stone table. The Shangguan girl curiously took out the bamboo joints inside the fishing rod. I was so frightened that I quickly took it from my hand. Changing the subject, she said kindly:

"Tell me about it, uncle. When did the imperial court issue a law prohibiting the capture of birds? Is it that small birds are not allowed to be caught, or is it also prohibited from wild ducks and geese?"

After all, she is a girl over six years old. No matter how smart she is, her knowledge is limited. When I asked her, she pressed her chin in confusion. Lanling gave a weird laugh and turned around to talk to Ying.

"Grandpa said, there is a Tibetan precedent before banning the killing of birds. Of course Uncle Wang understands the Tubo precedent, so he also knows what birds he refers to." The Shangguan girl quickly got out of the predicament and solved the problem with diplomatic words.

He pulled me and ran to another stone table.

They are all just play-acting questions, mostly related to theorems. Lan Ling must have been unable to explain the rationale, so he passed it on to me, but I don’t have the desire of a female student yet, especially one of preschool age. “Study hard.

In the future, when you are ten years older, you will realize that it is useless to learn these things. It is better to practice needlework and learn embroidery. Speaking of which, Princess Lanling’s needlework is rare in the world. In the future, I will learn more about these with His Highness to prove the great triangle.

It’s similar to the little triangle and interesting.”

"Well," the girl nodded obediently, "but I think this is more interesting than needlework. How about waiting for ten years to find that these are useless and then the little girl can learn needlework and embroidery?"

Alas! Look at what the good girl has been taught. What kind of books she has learned and what swordsmanship she has learned. I don’t know whether she plans to be a female instructor or a female snitch in the future. Lan Ling is obviously not a responsible person.

Teacher, she keeps saying that I have taught her so bad that she is afraid of affecting the growth of Sugar Cane in the future, but how come she is not afraid of affecting the growth of Shangguan girl?

I don’t even have a girl’s training book at hand. If you ask me, I’ll teach Shangguan these things from an early age, so that there will be less trouble in the future. It’s too late, it’s already too late, this time it’s about identifying a door, the Lanling family is too close, so just find someone

So I escorted the girl here, coming again and again, and asking again and again. Jiujin was already a little scared of this sister, and I developed the habit of bringing a fishing rod to work, and went to the fish pond to fish until dark after work.
To be continued...