Be a master through ancient times

"Uncle, it's time to eat!" Chu Xiaoyuan stood at the door of Chu Ci and called softly, for fear of disturbing his painting.

"Okay, let's come." Chu Ci wrote the last stroke, then put the pen on the pen stand, and came to the dining hall with Chu Xiaoyuan.

He negotiated with shopkeeper Lu that day, ten essays for a set of illustrations, and fifty essays for a finished drawing.At the speed of Chu Ci, he can probably draw two books a day, that is to say, he can earn a hundred coins a day.

For Chu Ci, who used to earn tens of thousands for a single painting, this price was too low.But a storybook is only a few hundred ren, if the price is higher, the shopkeeper will be in a loss-making business.

Chu Ci came back with ten story books, which were scheduled to be delivered in five days.The Chu family knew that he had accepted the business, so no matter what he did these days, his actions were very light.From their point of view, sitting at home and painting a few paintings a day can earn one hundred cash, which is like falling from the sky.It seems that it is better to study, earning money is much easier than their hard work.

Except for a small stack of steamed wild pork, there was no meaty smell on the table, basically all dried wild vegetables in the spring.

The rice is also brown rice, and rice bran dregs are occasionally eaten in it, not to mention it irritates the throat.Chu Ci would rather drink porridge than eat this dry rice.

The white rice he ate when he was sick was replaced by brown rice, which has bottomed out now.Not only that, if there is no more income, their family will not even be able to eat brown rice.

The Chu family has a simple population, and unlike other families, there is no rule that women are not allowed to sit at the table. The whole family sits together, even if the food is not very good, they still enjoy it.

After finishing his torture-like lunch, Chu Ci returned to his room. He secretly made up his mind that he must quickly draw the illustrations of these ten story books, otherwise he would suffer too much.

The hard work paid off, and on the afternoon of the fourth day, Chuci finished the painting.He stretched his waist, stretched his muscles and bones, and then twisted his neck a few times to save his rigid body.

Chu Ci pushed open the door and saw Chu Xiaoyuan sitting on a rock and fiddling with something. When he got closer, he found the same two sticks.

"Xiao Yuan, what are you doing?"

"Uncle, I didn't do anything." Chu Xiaoyuan blushed, looking a little embarrassed.

"I see you have been fiddling with for several days, what do you want to do with this?" Chu Ci sat down beside him, picked up two wooden sticks, looked left and right, but found nothing special about them.

"I didn't..." Chu Xiaoyuan looked at Chu Ci's smiling face, finally touched his nose, and said embarrassedly, "I want to make a sword myself, the kind used by heroes in stories."

In fact, Chu Xiaoyuan saw it at the hands of a child in the same village.That sword looked very majestic, and whoever had such a sword would be a great hero.

Many children in the village were so envious that they almost cried, and they all went home and begged their grandpa to tell their grandma that they wanted to buy such a sword.However, there were only two or three people in the village who succeeded, and everyone else was slapped on the bottom, which was too miserable.

Chu Xiaoyuan also wanted it, but he knew the situation at home, so he didn't say that at all, but casually approached those people to carefully observe the appearance of those wooden swords, and tried to make one by himself.

Chu Ci heard him speak awkwardly, and then thought of the group of furry children he saw when he went out occasionally, and felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

This kid is too sensible, right?He is obviously only seven or eight years old, but he is more sensible than those seventeen or eighteen-year-olds in modern times.If Chu Xiaoyuan is placed in modern times, those parents won't cry?

"Uncle will do it for you." He made a bold statement, looking confident, and Chu Xiaoyuan couldn't help but look forward to it.

It didn't take long for the two of them to look dumbfounded at the broken wooden stick.

Chu Ci has a bad heart, so he has to quickly restore his tall image.Before Chu Xiaoyuan could speak, he said, "What's so interesting about this wooden sword? You go out with my uncle, and I'll make you something. It's definitely more fun than a wooden sword."

Chu Xiaoyuan felt a little regretful, but in order to cheer his uncle up, he pretended to be very interested and asked, "What is it, uncle? Is it really more fun than a wooden sword..."

While Chu Ci answered, he went to the kitchen and took out a hatchet.He took Chu Xiaoyuan to the back mountain, picked a small tree, cut off a Y-shaped branch, then removed the excess part, and peeled off the outer bark.

"Uncle, is this all right?"

"Of course not, I have to go back and do it again." Chu Ci dared to guarantee that it would be no problem to do it.

When they got home, Chu Ci used scissors to secretly cut a piece of the broken sheet on the bed to use as a cushion, and then he got a small half of something like beef tendon from the kitchen to pass through.

The most difficult part was punching the tree branch. After Chu Ci used the awl to do it for a long time, he couldn't help but think of the benefits of the electric drill.

Alas, as expected, science and technology are the primary productive forces.If he knew he would time travel, why didn't he study science?

Seeing his uncle sigh, Chu Xiaoyuan thought that this thing could not be done, and immediately became nervous.When he learned that his uncle just found piercing difficult, he immediately took over the matter.

Although he is small but strong, he drilled through one side in a short while, and he started to drill the other side in the same way.

After finishing both sides, Chu Ci tied up the side that was tied just now.

A slingshot was freshly baked, Chu Ci weighed it in his hand, and then asked Chu Xiaoyuan to find some small stones for him.

With a "whoosh", a small stone flew out of the slingshot and accurately hit the tree trunk a few meters away, leaving a small trace.

Chu Xiaoyuan's eyes widened, and his mouth opened into a oh-like shape, "Uncle, this, this, this is too powerful!"

Chu Ci smiled slightly, successfully pretending to be aggressive.In fact, only he knew that what he aimed at just now was actually a little sparrow on the tree.

"You have a try, hold your hands steady, aim at the place you want to launch with your eyes on the stone, yes, that's it - damn!"

The little sparrow fell to the ground just now, its legs twitched twice and then died.

Chu Ci looked at Chu Xiaoyuan with glowing eyes, and his heart was shocked.He tried hard to find an excuse to comfort himself, let alone, he really let him find one.

Chu Ci thinks that he has been lying on the table to draw pictures for the past few days, his eyes have been overused and not maintained, so that he can't see clearly, so he ejaculated crookedly.

He thought again, there were no optical shops in ancient times, and the consequences of not taking care of his eyes would be very serious, so he immediately sat aside and gave himself a full set of eye exercises.

Chu Xiaoyuan got this new toy called "Slingshot", and immediately ran out.In the evening, he tied a bunch of little sparrows with straw and came back.

"Uncle, you have seen so many, let's bake it tonight! I have eaten it before, and it is delicious."

Chu Ci thought to himself, this brat is too sinful, but a little saliva is involuntarily secreted from his mouth. In fact, he has eaten it too, and it is indeed delicious!

Shen Xiuniang didn't dare to kill. Whether her family killed chickens or ducks, it was Chu Guang's hands.Chu Guang is a pampered child, even after being tired all day, he still took a knife and hugged the wooden basin to kill sparrows for Chu Xiaoyuan.

That night, each person's bowl had a small sparrow roasted in the stove, and because Chu Xiaoyuan was a great hero, he had two.

This kind of roasted sparrow with only a little salt tastes delicious, and after a while, there are only a pile of small bones left on everyone's table.

After eating, Chu Ci called Chu Xiaoyuan to his side, "Xiaoyuan, is this slingshot fun?"

"Yeah!" Chu Xiaoyuan's face was flushed red, and his eyes were shining brightly. He had never been as happy as today.He had a new toy, and he compared the small wooden sword they bought for five cents to the muddy ground, and everyone gathered around him to have a look.

"Do you want to continue playing?"

"miss you!"

"Well, you have to agree to a few conditions for my uncle before I agree with you to continue playing with it."

Chu Xiaoyuan hid the hand holding the slingshot behind his back, then carefully raised his head, looking at his uncle's smiling but undeniable expression.

"First, you are not allowed to bully others with a slingshot."

"Second, it is not allowed to use slingshots to hit small animals that are helpful to crops."

"Third, don't sneak into the mountains with a slingshot to play."

"Can all of these be done?"

Chu Xiaoyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he patted his chest and assured Chu Ci: "Don't worry, uncle, I can do all these!"

"That's fine, my uncle will look at your performance. If you commit two offenses, you will be confiscated. Do you understand?"

"En!" Chu Xiaoyuan nodded, and then looked at Chu Ci with some embarrassment.

"what happened?"

"Uncle, can I hit a kidnapper with a slingshot?"

"Okay."

"What about the robber?"

"can."

"Where are the bandits?"

"..."

"You bastard, don't you need a beating?" Chu Ci pretended to beat him.

Chu Xiaoyuan smiled slyly, and slipped away like a little loach.At this moment, he looks like a child of seven or eight years old.