Chapter 328

Shi Xiaorui can't believe it. Is this thing so heavy?!

She did not give up trying again.

As a result, it's three centimeters higher.

At this height, unless she is a mouse, she can't put her head in to have a look inside!

At this time, the rain has gradually become heavy, dropping down the umbrella surface, and the raindrops that hit Shi Xiaorui's feet soon stirred up mud on the ground and collapsed on Shi Xiaorui's shoes and skirt.

In this case, there must be no way to throw away the umbrella, hands hard, to see if they can lift higher, so as to satisfy their curiosity, Shi Xiaorui had to give up bitterly.

Today, it's too early for Shi Xiaorui to get up. Even if she has been struggling for such a long time, her home is still quiet.

Shi Xiaorui squatted in the yard bored, staring at the big eyes of the honest ewe - the ewe is big eyes, Shi Xiaorui is small eyes - staring for a long time, thinking that the ewe had just taken a thorough bath and got rid of insects, it should not be very dirty on her body, so she secretly rubbed out her hand and rolled a smooth sheep's head.

Although this sheep is probably the breed of goat, this is Shi Xiaorui's guess, because she basically can't recognize the breed of cattle and sheep, except for cows and cattle, she doesn't know anything else. However, although the sheep's wool is hard, it doesn't have that kind of stumbling feel after combing, and it feels very good.

Lu a sheep's head, ewe honest also don't protest, take that pair of docile eyes stare at Shi Xiaorui to see.

Shi Xiaorui, with her hair rolling, suddenly opened her brain and thought of something else.

For example, when she was a child, she used to practice writing brush. Some of the better brushes were known to use wolf's hair and sheep's hair, and some of them seemed to have moustaches. The price was not low, but it was really different from ordinary brushes. Now a ready-made living sheep is in front of her. Do you want to have a try?

Shi Xiaorui looks at the obedient sheep in front of her eyes, and her eyes become evil gradually.

The ewe doesn't know what Shi Xiaorui is thinking. She is still sitting in the sheepfold. Now the weather is getting cold. She doesn't want to move without food. Ewe Buddha thought.

Shi Xiaorui touched two sheep's heads again and finally made up her mind. She left the ewe who knew nothing about her mind, ran to the study quickly, took a pair of small scissors, and then turned back.

At this time, the rain is still not getting smaller, but no matter how heavy the rain is, it can't eliminate Shi Xiaorui's strong desire for care and research.

Shi Xiaorui first pressed the sheep's head, and naturally covered the sheep's eyes with his hands. Then he cut it off with his hands and cut it on the head, back, tail and hoof of the sheep.

Before the ewe could react, Shi Xiaorui's "operation" was over. She released her hand that covered the sheep's eyes and quickly grabbed the real wool that had just been reduced in her hands. Then she did not care about the sheep and left happily with her umbrella.

The ewe is very depressed. I've been touching it for a long time. What about the fodder? Where's my meal? Just touch it and leave? Can't you see its stone trough is still empty?

The ewe's depressed Shi Xiaorui, of course, didn't know. She grabbed a handful of wool and put it in different categories in her study. Then she was silly.

There is Mao, but she doesn't know how the brush is made.

Shi Xiaorui is worried about a pile of wool.

She thought carefully. Isn't the brush made of bamboo pole and hair?

Then we should first find a bamboo pole of suitable size, length and thickness, and then straighten the wool and trim the length. This length can not be aligned on one side, so it will become a brush instead of a brush. Then what? Forever glue or thread the wool into a small pull, and then put it into the bamboo pole inside?

Looks like that, right? Should it be like this?

Shi Xiaorui is very uncertain. If she does this, she always feels that the brush will soon be scattered and become disposable.

But it should be this process. After all, the brush has a long history. It was invented a long time ago, and it should not use any advanced industrial skills. Otherwise, ancient China would have learned from the ancient west to use a quill pen dipped in ink, or else it would have been the same as before, holding a knife to carve characters on tortoise shells.

Shi Xiaorui strengthened her belief. She couldn't find enough glue to hold the wool together, but there were still a lot of silk threads. Shi Xiaorui found some thinner ones and simply tied the wool together.

Then the finished product doesn't look like a brush at all. On the contrary, it looks like Lu Xiran's little hair pricked people's heads when she was a child.

Of course, Lu Xi Ran's head on the small pull is lovely, her hands of these wool pull, look at the mess, people just want to throw away.

Shi Xiaorui looked at the semi-finished products in her hand, and she was also very disgusted.

Then she refused to give up easily and planned to rescue again.

So she took out the small scissors, which was just shearing the wool, and began the hard rest work.

I'm not very comfortable here. Cut off a little. It's a little too long over there. I'd better cut it.

Shi Xiaorui left a scissors and a scissors, finally, before she cut a satisfactory shape, the short wool in her hand has not withstood her scissors method, was cut into less than two centimeters long small brush.

Shi Xiaorui honestly put down the scissors, it seems that she is not suitable for the road of craftsman, people still have to have self-knowledge, don't always want to challenge, so it's too unfriendly to yourself, the world is so big, you'd better spend more effort in the place you are good at, don't torture yourself.

Shi Xiaorui put down the scissors, did not become a Buddha, but finally feel hungry.

She was so absorbed in her work that she didn't hear any news coming from all over the house.

Because it's a rainy day, Shi Xiaorui can't judge what time it is by the color of the sky, so she has to walk to the kitchen to see what she has for breakfast today.

Today is moju chef, she is busy shuttling back and forth in the kitchen, like a hard-working bee.

Xia Ying came to the kitchen and gave her a hand.

Two people while cooking while chatting, work also does not seem anxious.

Xia Ying said: "the quality of my sleep these days is also very good. In the past, I occasionally couldn't sleep. Now I can fall asleep every day when I touch the pillow. I still sleep very hard. I don't even know when it rains."

Moju adds firewood to make the fire under the stove more prosperous.