Dressed as a cute kid with a farm: Pick up a brother to farm

"Pot! Shoot an arrow!"

Ye Yaoyao raised the bamboo bow high and handed it to Meng Huaishao.

"it is good!"

Meng Huaishao took the longbow with a smile on his face, pulled out a bamboo arrow, aimed at the fruit tree on the mountain, and shot.

Not surprisingly——

Shot empty.

Ye Yaoyao and Meng Huaishao looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.

"Brother is not very good at archery, he needs more practice."

"Uh-huh!"

Ye Yaoyao was considerate enough not to expose the fact that his level was poor.

"Guoguo, Yaoyao, we want to shoot too!!"

Ye Yaoyao pointed at the bow and arrow, a blush appeared on her fair face, which was full of desire and a little embarrassment.

She also wanted to shoot arrows, but she couldn't control this bamboo bow!

"Okay, I'll make you a small one later!"

Meng Huaishao agreed readily.

After putting away the bow and arrow, he went to pick bamboo.

Ye Yaoyao did not hold the longbow this time, and followed Meng Huaishao closely, watching him make a bow and arrow for her.

Making a small bow is not much easier than making a large one.

Considering the baby's small hands and height, Meng Huaishao chose thin bamboo this time.

It is not easy to split thin bamboo. Meng Huaishao took every step carefully, fearing that he would cut it and disappoint Ye Yaoyao who was standing next to him with a look of expectation.

After making the bow body, polishing it till it is smooth, carving out the string grooves, and tying it with a hemp rope as thick as a cornet, it becomes a miniature bamboo bow.

"Om~"

Meng Huaishao tried it and found it could be pulled open, then he handed it to Ye Yaoyao.

The bamboo bow was less than half a meter long, but it was only slightly shorter than Ye Yaoyao.

Ye Yaoyao took the new weapon (toy) and couldn't wait to start practicing with it.

Although he pretended to be serious on his chubby little face, he couldn't hide his broad smile, and his pink dimples were revealed.

She opened her small hands, holding the 弣[Note 1] in one hand and pulling the string with the other.

"Om~"

The bowstring trembled slightly, making a crisp buzzing sound.

Ye Yaoyao's face was full of surprise and she was extremely excited.

In her past and present life, this was the first time she touched a longbow. At this moment, she must be very handsome!

It would be even cooler if there were arrows!

Ye Yaoyao, who had no idea how cute she was, acted coquettishly in a baby voice: "Guo Guo! Arrow! Arrow!"

"Okay, I'll make you bamboo arrows and a quiver."

"Uh-huh!"

The little cutie nodded like pounding garlic: "Yaoyao, go and pick it, Maomao!"

She still remembered that Meng Huaishao was the one who plucked the feathers of the chicken!

"Need not.

Before Meng Huaishao could finish his words, Ye Yaoyao had already run away.

"I've never seen Yaoyao run so fast before."

Meng Huaishao was puzzled, but he had no idea how tempting a favorite toy could be to a child.

He was worried about Ye Yaoyao, so he followed her.

It was different from the chaos that occurred just now when Meng Huaishao was plucking feathers.

The roosters, hens and chicks were all very well behaved in front of Ye Yaoyao.

They squatted on the ground and sat in a row, waiting for Ye Yaoyao to choose.

The same person will not be killed!

Meng Huaishao accepted this well.

The poultry on the farm not only did not attack Ye Yaoyao, but were also very obedient and well-behaved in front of her. This is great!

very good!

Ye Yaoyao also squatted down and picked out a handful of beautiful chicks from a group of obedient chicks.

"Pot! Do it!"

Meng Huaishao looked at the feather held in front of him and smiled helplessly and dotingly.

This large amount of hair, and a considerable portion of it, is fluff and cannot be used to make arrow feathers.

But, who made Ye Yaoyao like him?

He took the feather and took Ye Yaoyao to pick thin bamboo strips for making bamboo arrows.

Ye Yaoyao picked bamboo while Meng Huaishao sat aside and processed feathers.

"Yaoyao, just pick the thinner and straighter bamboo arrows. Make a note of them and I will take care of them later."

"Uh-huh!"

Ye Yaoyao jumped and ran to pick bamboos.

Meng Huaishao sorted out the feathers one by one and put those that could be used as arrow feathers in a pile.

If the feathers cannot be used as arrow feathers, just pick the colors, tie those with similar colors together, and then make a few for the little ones to play with.

However, this kind of furry tail feathers are useless except for being "good-looking" and are a waste of time.

But Meng Huaishao doesn’t think so. As long as Ye Yaoyao likes it, it’s worth it.

"GuoGuo! You've made your choice!"

Ye Yaoyao dragged a bamboo stick and ran over with a "da da da" sound. With a "pa" sound, the bamboo stick fell in front of Meng Huaishao.

"Guo Guo makes it, Yao Yao takes it again!"

As he said that, he ran away with a "da da da" sound.

Meng Huaishao, who hadn't even finished tying the feathers, said: "..."

Well, the little guy is quite efficient.

Sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. [Note 2]

If you want to make a good bamboo arrow, you still have to process the tail feathers.

Meng Huaishao quickly tied up the fluffy hair, and then cut the other feathers into a dovetail shape.

After he was ready, he began to shave the bamboo branches.

The bamboo arrows that children play with are definitely not sharp enough to be sharpened like his.

Meng Huaishao plans to make all of them with round heads.

After specially selecting the bamboo joint part to make the arrowhead, meticulously trimming it to be smooth, and adding fluffy tail feathers, Meng Huaishao called Ye Yaoyao to inspect the goods.

In fact, there is no need to do anything. Ever since Meng Huaishao started to take action, Ye Yaoyao has been watching from the side!

It was the first time she saw such a cute arrow and she felt a little curious.

He touched the round arrowhead curiously, then touched the fluffy feathers, and felt very satisfied.

"Thank you Guoguo! Yaoyao likes it!"

She took the bamboo arrow and ran away.

For Ye Yaoyao, whether the bamboo arrowhead is sharp or not is really not a problem.

She was just in a playful mood, and this cute bamboo arrow accurately hit Ye Yaoyao's girlish heart.

Looking at the little boy who had already started drawing the bow and shooting arrows, Meng Huaishao raised the corners of his mouth slightly and continued to concentrate on making arrows.

It's too tiring for the baby to run around picking up arrows, so he needs to make some extra ones.

The bamboo arrows and bamboo baskets are made, and the crops in the fields are ripe again.

Meng Huaishao temporarily put aside the urge to practice archery and went to collect food.

Seeing this, Ye Yaoyao also dragged her bamboo bow and went to farm.

After they finished their work, the two began to practice archery formally.

Of course, one is shooting for fun, and the other is practicing seriously.

While pulling the bow, Meng Huaishao carefully recalled what his father taught him.

Because his father did not agree with him going hunting, he did not teach him archery specifically. He only taught him a few times when he was young and curious.

But at that time, he couldn't even draw a bow, so how could he learn anything?

It has been a long time, and those distant memories have become a little fuzzy.

“Shoulders forward, elbows back.”

"Careful, adequate, even, light, and focused."[Note 3]

Meng Huaishao dug out the blurred formula from his distant memory, but he didn't understand some of its meaning.

He was too young at that time and couldn't understand much.

But, you can still imitate others.

Meng Huaishao was groping slowly.

Even if he doesn't understand those formulas now, he will gradually understand them through long-term practice.

[Note 1]:弣: The handle of a bow, also known as the warm handle.

[Note 2]: Sharpening the axe does not delay the chopping of wood: It tells the story of two woodcutters who went up the mountain to chop wood, but their axe was blunt. One woodcutter went up the mountain before dawn to chop more wood, thinking that he could chop more wood earlier, but the axe was too blunt. He spent a lot of effort but only chopped a little. The other woodcutter took his time to sharpen his axe before going up the mountain. The axe was sharp, so he could chop trees faster and save effort. In the end, the woodcutter who sharpened his axe chopped more wood than the woodcutter who went up the mountain early in the morning. (You can find more details by yourself~ There are too many words so I will just give a brief summary.)

[Note 3]: Shen Guyunqing’s note: From Gao Ying’s “The Authentic Wujing Archery: Shortcuts”.