meaning of aurora

Chapter 104
"Uncle Nie, please tell me why, I'll be your referee, and I promise to be fair and just." Zong Yi interjected, watching the excitement is no big deal.

"Okay! I'm relieved to have a referee." Nie Guangyi raised his right hand halfway, and rubbed it together with his left hand.

In this not cold season, the movement of rubbing hands seemed a little strange.

It's a bit like wanting to give Zong Yi a pat on the head, but at the last second he forcibly holds back.

Meng Xinzhi propped her chin, tilted her head, and cast her gaze at Nie Guangyi.

This is not the first time she has seen Nie Guangyi, but it is the first time she has been curious about Nie Guangyi.

Nie Guangyi began to explain his reasons under Meng Xinzhi's unabashed gaze:
"From a long time ago, there has been a saying among the people, [the rich set off fireworks, and the poor make iron flowers]."

"In addition to this, there is a more widely known saying, [There are three hardships in life, sell tofu with a boat and iron]."

"Forging iron is too hard, and the income is not high."

"Ever since the blacksmiths knew that blacksmithing flowers could be used for performances, they began to use them to supplement their household income."

"Everything shows that the people who first came out to work on iron flowers were all poor people."

"You can't deny that, can you?"

Nie Guangyi looked straight back at Meng Xinzhi, without feeling guilty at all.

A guilty conscience is an emotion that can only be seen peeking.

Right now, whoever has a guilty conscience will lose.

"I don't deny it." Meng Xinzhi felt that Nie Guangyi's expression was a little funny.

There was a bit of Zongyi's posture of asking her to guess how many points she got when she returned home with a good grade.

Meng Xinzhi looked at Zong Yi, then turned back to look at Nie Guangyi, with a smile that couldn't be hidden.

"Can you stop laughing!"

Nie Guangyi's vicious tone seemed to be begging for mercy.

"Why?" Meng Xin didn't show any restraint.

The beauty smiled and turned her starry eyes.Moonflower is ashamed.Holding gold pot.

Nie Guangyi was in a mess.

The girl in front of her was simply committing a foul.

The foul was actually given to a person who is allergic to classics, and he immediately thought of Dongpo Layman's words.

Nie Guangyi didn't answer Meng Xinzhi's question, instead he questioned Zong Yi: "Does the referee care?"

"What do you care?" Referee Zong Xiao still hasn't figured out the [Enforcement Regulations].

"Your sister keeps laughing, laughing all the time, not serious at all. How can I explain what's wrong with this way of laughing?"

Nie Guangyi got up and said, "Didn't your school teacher ask you to listen carefully when you were in class?"

What a justification!
"My sister, look at Teacher Nie's anger!"

"Then sister doesn't laugh anymore?" Meng Xinzhi tried her best to bear it.

"That won't work, my sister looks the best when she smiles."

"Then can you laugh or not?" Meng Xinzhi was amused by Zong Yi, making her smile even deeper.

Nie Guangyi was speechless, so he could only look down.

It moved to Meng Xinzhi's waist in one fell swoop.

The waist is long and slender.Flowers are like cheeks.Eyebrows like leaves.The language is like a spring.

Now it's all right, even the ancient poems of non-famous poets have gone into his mind.

It's too much, this pair of glib sisters!
Unable to be beaten or scolded, the dignified and internationally renowned architect made a fool of himself and could only settle for the next best thing.

Nie Guangyi sighed resignedly, and began to arm himself with knowledge:

"If you want to have an anti-scalding effect, ordinary clothes will definitely not work."

"It has to be a thick padded jacket, right?"

"In the era of low living standards, blacksmiths may not be able to scrape together the money for a padded jacket in a few years."

"Wearing a thick cotton coat to work on the iron flower, the stars of the iron flower get on the clothes, and you may not even have the money to repair the patch later."

"Therefore, they would rather be naked and suffer some injuries than ruin the only padded jacket."

"The above is the real reason for being shirtless."

Nie Guangyi rubbed his hands again.

This time, Meng Xinzhi didn't understand what the reason was.

"Mr. Nie, where did you see this reason?"

There is no such thing in Meng Xinzhi's memory.

When she dreamed of blacksmithing, she was just pushing Wang Ximeng around.

It's one of the many performances I've seen.

It's not that this skill is the main line.

"I didn't see it." Nie Guangyi also smiled, with the corners of his mouth that he thought was the prettiest: "I'm just hearing it."

"No way, Uncle Nie, I'm ready to judge you as the winner, how can you come with a hearsay?" Zong Yi, a young referee, looked hesitant.

"What's wrong with hearsay?" Nie Guangyi asked Zongyi: "Don't you think hearsay is more reliable than dreaming?"

"Uncle Nie, hearsay is definitely more reliable than my dreaming. It is also a dream, but my sister's is not the same."

"That's it, little student Zong Yi, it's also hearsay, but it's different for non-inherited inheritors."

"What do you mean, Uncle Nie?"

"That's right, what I said is what I heard from your father's hometown, Mr. Yang Jianjun, the inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage of Queshan Tiehua."

"Wow! Uncle Nie, have you met the inheritor of Que Shan Tie Hua?"

"Is this strange? My grandfather is also an intangible inheritor of the traditional construction skills of wooden arch bridges!"

"Oh, that's right! Uncle Nie, I'll judge you to win this round, so tell me about the true mountain iron flower."

"Isn't Queshan your hometown? Do you still need me to introduce you?"

"That's my father's grandfather's father's hometown, and my grandfather's father came to the south."

"That's it. If your sister thinks I've won, I'll tell you about it."

Nie Guangyi was negotiating conditions with a little girl, and that posture was only 12 years old, and if he was a year older, he would appear to be more childish than Zong Yi.

"Sister, sister, express yourself!"

"Sister, sister, you are right!"

The difference between Zongyi and Mengxin is expressed in classical rap.

Nie, 20 years younger at a time, Guangyi began to popularize the science of the mountain iron flower with satisfaction:
"Forging iron flowers, the first thing is to put iron blocks into the furnace to burn molten iron."

"Then pour the molten iron at 1600-1700 degrees into the [flower stick] made of willow wood."

"This temperature is not fixed. There are many influencing factors, and it also depends on the weather of the day."

"Strike the Tiehua has a formula, it's called [White is not red, fast is not slow]."

"When the molten iron is red, it means it is still relatively viscous."

"The temperature rises to a certain level, usually close to 1700 degrees, and the molten iron turns white."

"Only white molten iron can be used to forge iron flowers."

"The freely swaying artists took turns to hit the [flower stick] in the middle of the [flower shed] that was set up in advance."

"Only when the force is strong enough and the hitting position is accurate enough can the molten iron be completely dispersed in the air."

"In the middle of the [flower shed], a long [old pole] will be erected. Hitting the old pole means that everything will go well in the coming year."

"Fighting Tiehua, in Teacher Yang's words, is [Fight against the scorching danger with flesh and blood, and inspire everyone's hearts with one's own strength.]"

(End of this chapter)