Tuan Chong Nuanbao has space

Chapter 234 Unimpressive painting skills
If Nuan Bao heard this here, he would be furious. How could he lose his image as a lady?To be picked up.

Here, Lin Lao Er and Lin Lao San brought a large group of children to the carpentry room.

"My dear daughter, how are you going to get that thing?" Lin Laoer looked at a large pile of wood and had no idea what to do.

In fact, Lin Laosan didn't know what to do, so he had to wait nearby and listen to his niece.

As long as Nuan Bao says it once, Lin Laosan can improve it according to his imagination.

"Dad, first we need to find a thicker wooden stick, use a knife to cut its head, and sharpen its head. The surface must be smooth." Nuanbao said while adding strokes.

"After whittling, chop off the head. The wood Dad chooses must be hard." Nuan Bao said, and saw his father running to the side to choose wood.

Even if the wood is used to build a house, pine will not be used. Some people will use pine to make cabinets, but pine is easily eaten by insects, so people rarely use it to build houses.

Nuan Bao saw his father's choice and quickly stopped it. He couldn't let the top he made today break today.

That was of no use. I planned to spend the whole winter using the spinning top.

"Oh." Lin Laosan quickly put down the pine tree in his hand after seeing that his actions were discovered.

"After the wooden top is ready, you can spin it in circles on the ground and then whip it with a whip. Soon it will start spinning. A wooden top is ready." Nuanbao talked about the wooden top with great interest. Nuanbao's eyes sparkled when he talked about how to play Duoluo.

"There is another way to play the wooden top. Dandan's way of playing is really too monotonous." Nuan Bao remembered the way he used to play the wooden top in the south and planned to introduce it to everyone.

"Little sister, please tell me, what other ways to play." Lin Si heard that there were other ways to play, and quickly asked curiously.

"This kind of wooden top is not for smoking. The method is almost the same." Nuan Bao saw that Sixth Brother was excited and quickly continued.

"This kind of wooden top needs to use hard wood, and then saw the wood into equal lengths, which is about the length of my palm." Nuan Bao said and compared his fingers, but saw that his palm was only a little , and quickly put it down.

"It's not that small, it's bigger." Nuan Bao quickly compared the length of 10 centimeters with both hands to show the two of them.

"This wooden top should be made into a gourd shape, and the bottom must be flat and stable." Nuan Bao slowly explained another way to make a wooden top.

"Dad, Third Uncle, do you know what to do?" Nuan Bao looked at the two of them curiously, knowing that he was only capable of this.

If you really don't understand what you are talking about, then you can only use the ultimate trick to draw a big wooden top for them.

But anyone who has seen their own painters will eventually be immersed in their own painting skills.

In fact, in the whole family, only Mr. Lin and Lin Laosan really recognized Nuanbao's painting skills. The others did not approve of Nuanbao's painting skills.

"Nuanbao, why don't you just draw it? Third uncle can understand your paintings, and he will definitely be able to come up with works that you like." Lin Laosan was almost tired looking at his niece, and kept swallowing. Drooling.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Nuan Bao has gone to the extreme, and he can't come up with anything more.

"Uncle San, since you said so, I can paint." When Nuan Bao heard that Uncle San wanted to show off his painting skills, he hurriedly ran to paint somewhere. It was time to show his father his painting skills.

When Lin Laoer saw his daughter's painting, he was immediately confused. She was indeed his daughter, but this painting was as unremarkable as ever.

But under Lin Laosan's explanation, Lin Laoer still managed to do it with great difficulty.

Nuan Bao took out the top with his brothers first. A large group of children surrounded the top and kept beating it.

It felt like I was back in that era, playing tops with my friends.

By the time Lin Lao Er and Lin Lao San produced another spinning top, Nuan Bao was already tired of playing with this spinning top.

(End of this chapter)