The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

Lan Wangyu looked at the drawings and couldn't help but complain about her sister's talent for drawing. It was amazing, but it tested a child's imagination too much. Zhou Xingnan and Mo Yici stretched their necks to look at it but were still confused. They didn't understand anything at all with just a few lines.

The little person frowned and looked at the drawings carefully. Lan Wangshu basked in the sun leisurely, rocking in the rocking chair.

"Sister, what are these little dots?"

“It’s seeds.”

Lan Wangyu suddenly fell silent. He had been studying it for so long and thought it was some new mechanism, but it turned out to be a seed, which meant that these places were empty.

"The seeds fall from this big bucket into a vertical pipe and then onto the ground."

Zhou Xingnan and Mo Yici were still confused. Was this drawing serious? There was only one line here without any reference. They really couldn't understand it.

"Is this your approach?"

Mo Yici found it a little hard to believe. This was too difficult for Cang Wenyuan. Although he and Cang Wenyuan did not get along well, it was just a minor fight. The general direction was still the same, except that the people serving him were in the same camp between the civil and military officials.

There is no deep hatred, but there are still some sarcastic remarks to each other, and there is also a lot of gloating over the other's misfortune.

Despite this, he also felt a little sympathy for Cang Wenyuan. This was really difficult for him.

Sure enough, after lunch time, Cang Wenyuan came to the door wearing a neat short suit, pulling an ox cart behind him, which was loaded with wood and tools.

"Brother Cang, please come in."

The door of the Lan family's house was very spacious, and there was no roof covering it. Cang Wenyuan pulled the ox cart into the yard. It was also his first time here. He heard that this yard was built with money paid for by the He family, and it was indeed very nice.

Lan Wangshu looked at Lan Luochen, who was still not awake. It was not appropriate to go to the big study, after all, Mo Yici still lived there. So he simply took him into his own small study. In order to avoid suspicion, he took Mo Yici with him and left the door of the study open.

As soon as the two men walked into the study, they were greeted by a warm atmosphere. The whole room looked soft and full of life. It was painted in different shades of green, with occasional pink and purple embellishments. It was simple and elegant with a bit of playfulness and girlish liveliness.

Lan Wangshu handed the blueprint over, Cang Wenyuan took it and looked at it carefully for a while. Mo Yici looked at him calmly, his gaze changed from watching the show to confusion, and finally to disbelief.

It was also the first time that she discovered that this person actually had so many emotions. It turned out that people in every era like to gossip. But this expression needs to be managed. It would be so embarrassing if someone caught it.

"Sister Wangshu, I think I understand, but I still have a few questions that I can't figure out."

Mo Yici couldn't help but sneer. He also understood why he was so unconvinced.

Cang Wenyuan clenched his fists hard. These warriors were so annoying. The veins on his forehead were throbbing.

"Young General, what can I do for you?"

"No."

"Are you the little general?"

Lan Wangshu's question instantly caused the two people's expressions to reverse.

She stared with wide eyes at the changes in the expressions of the two people. Sure enough, the smile did not disappear, it just shifted.

"kindness."

Mo Yici replied coldly and closed his eyes, obviously not wanting to talk.

"Brother Cang, let's talk business first, where is the problem."

"Here, why are these places pointed and curved? What's the purpose?"

Lan Wangshu gestured on the drawing, explaining bit by bit until every detail was explained clearly.

Cang Wenyuan nodded, thinking that this thing could indeed play a big role, but some details still needed to be worked out, and the most urgent task was to make a small model to try it out.

He got up and went to work in the yard. The three feet were originally supposed to be made of iron, but the model could be rougher, so he used wood instead.

Lan Wangyu was sitting not far from Cang Wenyuan, watching him busying around, his big eyes full of curiosity, his expression focused, and he didn't move a muscle.

Lan Wangshu simply took advantage of this opportunity to ask Lan Wangyan to become his disciple. She stared at Mo Yici for a long time, thinking about what kind of gift would be appropriate for him to give as a disciple. It would be best if it was something that he could use, since he was a general after all, and the environment would probably be very harsh during a war.

Even if Mo Yici didn't look at her, he knew that the other person's eyes were on him. No one could withstand such a look. His martial arts movements became more and more stiff, and his ears turned a little red. Even Lan Wangyan noticed that something was wrong.

"Master, why are your ears red?"

The childish words instantly attracted everyone's attention, and Cang Wenyuan, who was busy shavings, couldn't help but look up at him.

No matter how calm Mo Yici was, he still felt a little embarrassed. His neck turned a little red and he felt his face was hot.

"It's a bit hot."

Lan Wangshu's expression was a little hard to describe. It was already autumn and yet some people felt hot. She naturally concluded that the other party was talking nonsense. In the end, she could only think that people who practiced martial arts had a superior physique to ordinary people and were more resistant to cold.