After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

Chapter 246 246 Pencil Sharpener
Thinking of this, Zhao Yuanle looked down at these children.

The children were still playing around and ran out of the shade.

They seem to have inexhaustible energy, and they don't feel hot at all. Although they eat very little and poorly, they are full of energy.

Zhao Yuanle thought about the story of his little soldier Zhang Ga, there were still many episodes left to tell, and the work of teaching them how to read had just begun.

How can I continue...

Zhao Yuanle's eyes fell on his pigs.

If they were in their own village, then these pigs would know their way.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuanle's eyes lit up.

She trained the pigs to let themselves go.

If they are in their own village, they can eat outside from dawn to dusk.

If you can't hold back your shit, go directly to your own vegetable plot to solve it.

As for the village here, she just needs to take time to come here, take back the remaining pigweed, tell these children an episode of stories, and teach a few words along with the stories.

This solves the problem.

Zhao Yuanle hummed and laughed.

She glanced at the wild boar with tusks and greeted it.

It ran over immediately and stood still in front of Zhao Yuanle.

Are you going to be picked up again?
Its two front legs beat excitedly.

Zhao Yuanle touched its head and pointed to the crops next to it.

"This is not edible."

The wild boar glanced at Zhao Yuanle.

It has known for a long time, it has never eaten this.

Zhao Yuanle said earnestly: "Boys, it's not that I can't trust you, it's that some people in the village are picky.

So you guys have to be honest, you are not allowed to eat anything other than pigweed, and you are not allowed to dig other people's land, you know. "

The wild boar grunted, as a response to Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle waved his hand and let the wild boar go.

She felt that these things had to be taught several times after returning to the village to ensure the church.

And the children who cut the pigweed over there moved a lot faster because they were older.

After a while, a back full of hogweed was cut and brought to Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle gave them the copper plates, and then directly took out a rope, tied up the pigs and weeds, and carried them back together.

After this trip, many children who had been sleeping woke up and turned into tails to follow behind Zhao Yuanle.

At sunset, the sky is slightly pinkish purple.

Zhao Yuanle took his pigs home and said goodbye to these children.

She was walking on the road and met two passers-by.

Passers-by were obviously afraid of the wild boar with tusks behind Zhao Yuanle, so they didn't dare to ask more questions, and walked away quickly.

Zhao Yuanle smiled softly.

It seems that it is good to have a decent boar without a gelding.

Later, when she let the pigs let themselves go, no one would dare to think about the male boar with tusks.

After returning home, as soon as Zhao Yuanle put the pig back in the pigsty, he saw Yao'er and came to him with a notebook.

"Sister, you rate me."

He has a notebook in each hand and looks very confident.

Zhao Yuanle took the notebook and read the math first.

Well, every question is correct, and the math is [-]%.

Look at grace again.

Zhao Yuanle picked out a word, said the meaning of the word, and asked Yao'er to read the letters one by one.

With his little hands behind his back, he pronounced clearly and spelled out the words without any mistakes.

Zhao Yuanle took a few more draws, and seeing that they were all right, he asked him again: "Can you write?"

Yaoer nodded.

"If you can memorize it, you will write."

Zhao Yuanle: "Okay, I'll give you a notebook and a pencil, and I'll write it silently for you."

Yao'er sat honestly on his small bench and small table, holding a pencil, with sparkling eyes.

Zhao Yuanle's eyes fell on the pencil held by Yao'er. It was just sharpened, and it was sharpened quite well. The surroundings were smooth, not as rough as she sharpened.

"Who made it for you?" she asked.

Yao'er looked at Zhao Ercheng: "Dad did it."

At this moment, Zhao Ercheng has just taken back the drying things and sorted them out.

He nodded and made a comment.

"Lele, Dad doesn't think it's good for your brother to use a pencil. He's too young to sharpen it by himself, so someone has to help him. Once it's sharpened, he can't write a few words.

Or write with a brush, the ink is so simple, just add some water. "

Zhao Yuanle shook his head.

"He will learn the writing brush when he goes to school. Now he will learn the pencil first. When he gets older, he will get a knife and let him sharpen it by himself."

Upon hearing this, He Ju in the kitchen couldn't hold back anymore.

"That won't work! What should I do if I scratch my hand?"

That wouldn't hurt her to death.

Yao'er is naturally on her sister's side.

"Just use a pencil, and I'll sharpen it when I'm older."

At this moment, Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but think of modern pencil sharpeners.

That's good, children can also use it, and you don't have to worry about safety.

But at this time, there is no sale of this.

When Zhao Yuanle was thinking about the feasibility of making a pencil sharpener by himself, Yao'er tugged at the corner of her clothes.

"Sister, write silently."

"Oh, come on."

She random-checked the words in random order, and Yao'er wrote them down accurately and neatly.

He told Zhao Yuanle that he would not write obliquely, but only neatly.

Zhao Yuanle: "It's okay, write it obliquely when you grow up, this time it's a perfect score for you."

After finishing speaking, she picked up the pen and gave Yao'er two full marks.

Yao'er was very happy, and put away her two notebooks with satisfaction, and moved cautiously.

Zhao Yuan was so happy that he couldn't help thinking about how to make a pencil sharpener.

She went inside, picked up a pencil and a piece of paper, and began to draw from memory.

She instinctively felt that the pencil sharpener was not difficult, especially the small one with the simplest style, it should be easy to make.

It was only after she seriously recalled and drew that thing that she discovered the limitation of making this thing.

The shape and size can be determined according to the size of the pencil and the size of the child's hand, don't worry.

She can use wood instead of plastic, so it's not a problem.

As for the blade, it is a little difficult to get such a thin piece, but it is not particularly difficult. It is also feasible to spend a little more money.

but!

The most important point is the two small screws that hold the blade in place.

Where can I buy this kind of small screw at this time, and what kind of skilled craftsman do I need to find to make it?
Zhao Yuanle felt sad.

She looked at the things she drew for a long time, and thought for a long time, and finally went out to find Zhao Ercheng to find a way.

Zhao Ercheng looked at the picture drawn by Zhao Yuanle and rubbed his chin in thought.

"This, it should be possible to do."

Zhao Yuanle: "But, where are those small iron screws? Who can make such thin ones?"

Zhao Ercheng frowned and thought for a while, then made a suggestion.

"Think about a carpenter's plane. It's a bit like this one. We don't need the small screws. We can just insert the blades in that way, and it should be able to sharpen pencils."

(End of this chapter)