Travel to ancient times and become rich women with your bestie

Chapter 146: Become a God in the Kids' Circle

Soon they arrived at their own fields.

Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin were walking in front and behind, chasing the ducklings down.

Along the way, the little ducks saw the water in the fields and were excited to go down. However, the four people were staring at the eight little ducks and didn't give them any chance.

Now they could go down, and without any effort, they rushed down directly and swam happily in the field.

At first, Sanni and Xing'er were worried, but they felt relieved when they saw the ducklings moving among the rice and only pecking at weeds and insects.

"Mom, these ducks really don't eat rice. They are so smart."

"Yes, they also know that this is what we eat."

The two little girls watched the ducklings swimming around in the field with sparkling eyes, and they liked them even more.

"No, that's what we call a smart duck!"

Ok?

Looking at the confused looks of the two little girls, it was obvious that they didn't understand what Zheng Yuan was saying.

Zheng Yuan touched his nose awkwardly and turned to Duan Minmin: "Right, Amin."

"Yes~ and it's so embarrassing~" Duan Minmin was overjoyed.

Zheng Yuan rolled his eyes at her and turned to watch the duckling swim.

They had just come to pull weeds, so there weren't many weeds, but there were quite a few small insects flying around. The little duck stretched out its neck and ate them one by one, looking very happy.

After swimming for a while, the ducklings felt comfortable swimming and climbed up to the shore. They shook off the water, combed their feathers, and then squatted on the ridge to bask in the sun, feeling very comfortable.

"Mom, should we drive the little ducks to Aunt Duan's field?" Sanni asked.

"No, we can just chase them away tomorrow. We'll take turns. Today we'll be in my field, and tomorrow we'll be in their field. One family per day."

"Okay~" The two agreed happily.

The little duck had rested enough, so it went down to swim again and came up again. The four of them followed it back home.

I met the people who had just talked to them again. Seeing them chased back so quickly, they seemed to be gloating over their misfortune. They didn't listen to good advice.

"Mother Dashu, we were right, weren't we? Did the ducks eat the rice?"

The two were speechless. Would you be happy if you really ate it?

"No, the ducks were full, so we just took them back."

"How is that possible? Did you really eat it? Are you embarrassed?"

"If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself. My fields are right there. Why should we tell this lie?"

After saying that, the two of them drove the ducklings away. It was so cool to imagine the other people's jaws dropping when they saw that their rice was intact.

As they watched them walk away, the gossipy aunties began to murmur, could it be true?

"Let's go and take a look. I don't believe that their ducks are so human-like!"

So they crawled out of the fields one by one, inviting each other to go and see whether the two men were lying or not.

When they walked over to Zheng Yuan's field and took a look, the people who had just been laughing at them suddenly stopped laughing.

"No, their ducks are really human-like?" a woman exclaimed.

The rice seedlings were neatly planted, with no signs of being damaged by ducks, and there were far fewer weeds.

Today, many children followed the adults to the fields, and they came here too. When they heard the adults whispering, they instantly became excited.

What the villagers said was true. Sizhu's mother and Aunt Duan were truly gods who had descended to earth. They could even control the little ducks.

The two of them had no idea that their journey with the little ducks today had confirmed their status as gods. They were directly deified among the children in the village.

When we got home, the other kids came back too.

The two plan to start making brushes with their children.

In their previous lives, they had only watched short videos and had never done it themselves. Zheng Yuan wanted to try it, but Duan Minmin ordered him to only talk and not do it himself.

Zheng Yuan protested: "This job is not very heavy, and it's a hot day, let me try one."

Duan Minmin held up a bamboo pole and said solemnly, "I thought the same when I was young. You can see the result. I didn't listen to the old man and suffered the consequences."

"Hey! You are only one year older than me."

Although he said that, Zheng Yuan actually obeyed and didn't touch the water again. He just helped them with chores.

This brush is not difficult to make, but the process is a bit complicated.

The girls worked carefully and had already trimmed the pigs' hair neatly that day.

Actually, pig hair is the least suitable for making brushes, sheep wool is the best. But who can blame them for not having anything at the moment, and no one in the village raises sheep, so they can only use the soft pig hair.

Duan Minmin led the children to bundle the sorted pig hair into brush tips, and then put them into lime water to degrease, otherwise the brushes would have a pig smell.

This step takes a long time. Although it is not something you eat, the smell of pig smell mixed with the smell of ink written on it is really not pleasant.

Waiting around was not a solution, as they needed rosin to stick to the pen tip. The two turned around and went to the tool room to look for it. Zheng Yuan remembered that there was some left over from plucking the pig's hair when he slaughtered the pig last year.

Fortunately, Zheng Yuan’s memory was correct and he found a small lump.

After removing the fat, the next step is to trim and tidy the hair. This step especially requires patience. In the end, only Dashu, Hui Niang, Taoer and Sanni insisted on doing it.

After the hair is neatly trimmed, it is then blended and then rolled to make the hair ends neat. If there are any that are not neat, they need to be cleaned to remove the stray hairs that have escaped the net.

Next is the round pen. As the name suggests, it is to make the pen tip round. After the pen tip is rounded, a layer of shorter hairs should be attached to the outside, and then the pen tip should be rounded. When it is rounded to the right size, place the rounded tip down on the ash to absorb water.

When the moisture has been almost absorbed, you can tie the pen tip with twine and hang it up to dry.

It took them most of the day to accomplish this step.

While the pen tip is drying, the bamboo poles that have been straightened that night can be taken out and those that are straight can be selected as pen holders.

Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin called the children over, asked them to choose their favorite pen holders, and then started to sharpen and drill holes with Duan Minmin.

During the whole process, the only sound that could be heard was the rustling sound of the bamboo poles rubbing against each other. The children had serious expressions on their faces, and everything was peaceful and beautiful.

While they were making the pen holder, Zheng Yuan melted the rosin slightly with fire, dipped the dried pen tip with the round end into the rosin and melted it completely, then dipped the pen hole in rosin, pressed the pen tip in, and adjusted it to secure it.

Finally, put the pen into the melted propolis to glue it, trim the stray hairs, and then remove the remaining glue. You're done.

The children held the brushes they made themselves, and they could hardly believe that they had made them step by step. They looked at them over and over again and couldn’t get enough of them. They even wanted to hide them close to their bodies.

After finishing, Duan Minmin took out the inkstone and ink she bought last time, spread a piece of paper on the table, and led the children to start writing one by one.

Under the guidance of Duan Minmin, the children wrote their first word on paper. They had just learned Arabic numerals in the morning, so they could write this now. Otherwise, it would be difficult for the two to teach them what words to write.

Writing Arabic numerals is a challenge in itself, let alone for a beginner writing with a brush. Each one looks like a little earthworm.

The children had never learned to write before, and Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin were not in a position to correct their pen-holding posture and strokes, so they let them draw the first number of their lives on paper according to their own ideas.

Ten numbers, exactly ten people, and each family wrote down their own number on a piece of paper.

Although the writing was a mess, Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin still picked it up, blew it dry carefully, and examined it carefully.

This piece of paper has such a great meaning.