Baby brings his own shopping mall to travel through

Yang Dafeng and a group of children returned to the village and prepared to build an earthen kiln.

Then Xiao Caoer told her what kind of earthen kiln she wanted. Yang Dafeng was stunned for a moment and asked, "What do you want this earthen kiln for?"

"Roast duck." Xiao Cao'er raised his little head and said to Yang Dafeng in a soft voice.

When Yang Dafeng heard about roast duck, he wondered how big it should be.

"Dad, didn't you always say that when you were a kid you caught sparrows and roasted them to eat?" Qiangzi asked in confusion when he saw his father stop.

Can roasted sparrows be the same as roasted ducks? How big is a sparrow? How big is a duck? Yang Dafeng didn't dare to say that he used to brag to his son. If he didn't brag, how could his son admire him?

"Then can you build an earthen kiln for roasting duck? If you can't, we'll call someone else." Qiangzi added. In his mind, his father was the most capable person. If his father couldn't do it, then this thing would definitely be difficult to make, and he would have to find someone more capable to do it.

The other children also felt that Uncle Dafeng couldn’t do it, and they were all thinking about who to find for help. This person must be more capable than Uncle Dafeng.

Usually Qiangzi imitates his father's bragging in front of these friends. He brags in front of his friends just as his father does in front of him, making his friends think that his father is also a very awesome person.

Now everyone knows how the cow flies into the sky: it is blown.

Yang Dafeng couldn't fail in front of this little fanboy, so he quickly said, "Of course I will. How could I not? Tell me what kind of earthen kiln you want, and I'll make it. But it may not work today, I need to do some research."

The children were all delighted. They all looked at Simao. Simao looked at Xiaocao. Xiaocao nodded and said to Simao, "Little brother, let me tell you to draw it for me."

For the sake of this roast duck, Simao readily agreed and ran back to the house to get a brush and ink. "Sister, you tell me, I will definitely draw it well for you."

It took me a long time to draw, and I made some revisions in the middle. I even wasted two sheets of paper before I finally finished it.

Simao happily gave the blueprint to Yang Dafeng. Qiangzi took his father and other friends home happily and made an appointment to roast duck tomorrow.

Yang Dafeng: The blueprint is fresh out of the oven, can it be baked tomorrow? He expressed his doubts about this blueprint.

That night, Qiangzi looked at his father frequently. Why didn't his father study? Simao studied with books in hand. If his father wanted to study how to build an earthen kiln, shouldn't he study with a blueprint in hand?

Because her son's eyes were too eager, Qiangzi's mother didn't have the heart to burst her son's bubble of love for his father, "Son, what are you doing? Did your father do something bad and you found out?"

Qiangzi then turned his gaze away from his father and said to his mother, "I don't know, I didn't find anything. Dad, did you do anything bad?"

Yang Dafeng: "I am under the watchful eyes of you and your mother every day, oh, and your grandparents too, they can even see clearly what I say in my sleep, don't you know better than me whether I have done anything bad?"

Qiangzi's mother: "Why is Qiangzi looking at you all the time?"

Yang Dafeng: "I want to know too. Son, why are you looking at me all the time?"

Qiangzi said seriously: "I am wondering when you started studying earthen kilns and how you did it."

When Qiangzi's grandparents heard that they were going to study something, they came over. Qiangzi's grandmother asked, "Dafeng, what are you going to study? You can study other things. Oh, this good day has finally come to our family."

Last year, Yang Dashan's family made sausages, and didn't everyone in the village envy them? If my family could also make something new, wouldn't we also receive envious looks?

Master Qiangzi said seriously: "Then you have to study it carefully. Good things can't be made casually. You have to study it carefully."

Seeing her husband's ugly expression, Qiangzi's mother knew that things were not that simple, so she said, "Come on, Qiangzi, tell me what your father wants to study."

Qiangzi's grandparents said in unison: "Yes, you haven't told me what you want to study yet?"

Qiangzi: "My dad helped Simao and Xiaocao to study how to build a roast duck kiln. Simao drew the blueprint and gave it to dad in the afternoon, but I saw that dad hadn't taken it out to study since he came back so long.

"Are you doing this research for Simao and Xiaocaoer?"

"A kiln for making roast duck?"

"His father, can you do it?"

Everyone had different questions to ask Yang Dafeng.

"Dad used to always say that he roasted sparrows to eat. Sparrows and roast ducks are both roasted, aren't they the same? How could my dad not know how to eat them?" Qiangzi explained to everyone.

Yang Dafeng: How could I say no? I couldn’t bear to interrupt your admiring eyes.

Yang Dafeng couldn't bear to interrupt this admiring gaze, so he let Grandpa Qiangzi play the bad guy, "Your father really doesn't know how to do it. Ask him what he uses to roast sparrows?"

Qiangzi actually asked: "What are you using to bake it?"

Yang Dafeng said with an embarrassed look on his face: "It's just like a clothes drying rack."

Qiangzi: "Can Xiaocao's duck be roasted?"

Grandpa Qiangzi looked at Yang Dafeng and said, "Humph, everyone knows that you can roast sparrows using a clothes drying rack. This method can also be used to roast ducks, but I don't know if it's the kind that Xiaocao wants."

Qiangzi looked at his father with tears in his eyes: "Dad, can't you study it? Simao can learn the words he doesn't know in the book just by studying them."

Qiangzi thinks that both his father and Simao are amazing. If my father can research something that Simao can't, doesn't it prove that my father is smarter than Simao?

That makes a lot of sense. Compare your dad with someone of the same age as you. If your dad can't even beat you by four cents, then he can just use a piece of tofu to knock you over.

Finally, Grandpa Qiangzi looked at the picture drawn by Simao for a long time and said, "Let's discuss it with others tomorrow. It's not difficult to make, but I'm afraid that we won't be able to roast the duck."

Qiangzi: "Grandpa, please study it with the others. I will ask Xiaocao to send it to Brother Xingyun in a few days."

Who? Who is it for? Who is Brother Xingyun?