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

"Okay, come on." Chu Ci wrote the last stroke, then put the pen on the pen holder and followed Chu Xiaoyuan to the dining hall.

He made an agreement with Shopkeeper Lu that day. An illustration would cost ten coins, and a finished book would cost fifty coins. At Chu Ci's speed, he could probably draw two books a day, which meant that he could earn a hundred coins a day.

money.

For Chu Ci, who could earn tens of thousands per painting in the past, this price was too low. But a storybook only cost a few hundred liters. If the price were higher, the shopkeeper would have to make a loss-making business.

Chu Ci came back with ten storybooks, scheduled to be delivered in five days. The Chu family knew that he had taken over this business, and no matter what he did these days, he did it very lightly. In their opinion, just sitting at home and drawing some paintings in one day would do the trick.

With one hundred Wen, this money is just like falling from the sky. It seems that it is better to study and earn money much easier than they work hard.

Except for a small pile of steamed wild boar meat on the table, there was no meat at all. Basically, it was all dried wild vegetables that had been dried in the spring.

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

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

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

After a lunch that was like torture, Chu Ci returned to the room again. He secretly determined to draw the illustrations for these ten storybooks as soon as possible, otherwise he would suffer too much.

The hard work paid off, and on the afternoon of the fourth day, Chu Ci finished drawing this thing. He stretched out, relaxed his muscles and bones, and then twisted his neck a few times to save his rigid body.

Chu Ci opened the door and saw Chu Xiaoyuan sitting on a stone playing with something. When he got closer, he found that it was still the two wooden sticks.

"Xiaoyuan, what are you doing?"

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

"I've seen you playing around with it for several days. What do you want to do with this?" Chu Ci sat down next to him and picked up the two wooden sticks. Looking left and right, he didn't find anything special about them.

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

In fact, Chu Xiaoyuan saw it in the hand of a child in the same village. The sword looked very majestic. Anyone who had such a sword would be a great hero.

Many children in the village were so greedy that they almost cried. They went home and begged their grandfather and grandma to buy such a sword. However, only two or three people in the village succeeded, and the others were slapped on the butt. It was so miserable.

Chu Xiaoyuan also wanted it, but he knew the situation at home, so he didn't say anything at all. Instead, he inadvertently approached the people and carefully observed the appearance of the wooden swords, trying to make one himself.

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

Isn't this child too sensible? He is only seven or eight years old, but he is more sensible than those seventeen or eighty-year-olds in modern times. If Chu Xiaoyuan were put in modern times, would those parents stop crying?

"Uncle, I'll do it for you." He made a bold promise and looked so confident that Chu Xiaoyuan couldn't help but look forward to it.

Not long after, the two of them were dumbfounded when they saw the wooden stick broken into four pieces.

Chu Ci felt bad and had to quickly restore his tall image. He hurriedly said before Chu Xiaoyuan spoke, "What's so fun about this wooden sword? You go out with my uncle, and I will make something for you. It will definitely

More fun than a wooden sword."

Chu Xiaoyuan was a little regretful, but in order to cheer up his uncle, he still 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 woodcutter. He took Chu Xiaoyuan to the back mountain, picked a small tree, cut off a Y-shaped branch, and then removed the excess part.

, and peeled off the outer ring of bark.

"Uncle, is this all right?"

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

When they returned home, Chu Ci used scissors to secretly cut a piece from the tattered sheets on the bed to use as a cushion, and then got a small piece of something like beef tendon from the kitchen and threaded it through.

The most difficult part was to drill the tree branch. Chu Ci used an awl to do it for a long time. He couldn't help but think of the benefits of the electric drill. If it were placed in modern times, it would be drilled in minutes.

Alas, as expected, science and technology are the primary productive forces. If he had known that he could travel through time, why didn't he study science?

Chu Xiaoyuan saw his uncle sighing, thinking that this thing couldn't be done, and immediately became a little nervous. When he learned that his uncle just found the piercing difficult, he immediately took over the matter.

Although the other person was small but strong, he drilled through one side in a short time, and he followed the same pattern and started drilling through the other side.

After both sides were done, Chu Ci tied up the side that had just been tied up.

A slingshot was freshly baked. Chu Ci weighed it in his hand, and then asked Chu Xiaoyuan to find a few pebbles for him.

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

Chu Xiaoyuan's eyes widened and his mouth opened in an o shape, "Uncle, this, this, this is so awesome!"

Chu Ci smiled slightly and successfully pretended to be cool. In fact, only he knew that what he was aiming at just now was actually a small sparrow on the tree.

"Try it, hold your hands steady, look at the stone and aim where you want to launch it, yes, that's it - shit!"

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

Chu Ci looked at Chu Xiaoyuan with glowing eyes, and was deeply shocked. He tried hard to find excuses to comfort himself, let alone, he really found one.

Chu Ci believed that he had been lying on the table drawing in the past few days, and his eyes were overused and not taken care of, so that he could not see clearly, so he shot misdirected.

He thought again that 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 ran out immediately. In the evening, he came back with a string of small sparrows tied with straw.

"Uncle, you see so much, let's bake it tonight! I've eaten it before, it's delicious."

Chu Ci thought to himself, what a sin for this naughty kid, but his mouth secreted a little saliva involuntarily. In fact, he had eaten it too, and it was indeed delicious!

Shen Xiu Niang didn’t dare to kill. Chu Guang was the one who killed chickens and ducks in her family. Chu Guang was a pampered child. Even after being tired for a day, he still took a knife and a wooden basin to give to Chu Xiaoyuan. Kill the sparrow.

That night, everyone had a small sparrow roasted in the stove in their bowl. Because Chu Xiaoyuan was a great hero, he had two.

This kind of roasted sparrow with only a little salt tasted very fragrant, and soon everyone was left with only a pile of small bones in front of the table.

After finishing the meal, Chu Ci called Chu Xiaoyuan to his side, "Xiaoyuan, is this slingshot fun?"

"Well!" Chu Xiaoyuan's face turned red and his eyes were shining. He had never been as happy as he was today. He had a new toy, and he immediately compared the small wooden sword they bought for five cents. When he got to the muddy field, everyone gathered around him to take a look.

"Want to continue playing?"

"think!"

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

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

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

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

"Third, you are not allowed to sneak into the mountains with a slingshot to play."

"Can you do all of this?"

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

"Okay, my uncle will look at your performance and if you commit it twice, it will be confiscated. Do you understand?"

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

"What's wrong?"

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

"Okay."

"What about the robber?"

"Can."

"Where are the bandits?"

"..."

"You bastard deserves a beating, don't you?" Chu Ci pretended to hit him.
Chapter completed!