After arriving home, Meng's mother was cleaning up the pots and pans, and Meng Qingshan was also helping in a rare case.
Meng Fan shook the pamphlet he had "requested" from Mrs.
Zhang, and became more interested.
He moved a bench, crossed his legs, and put the pamphlet on his lap to read.
Meng Fan's guess was correct.
The book only recorded the hairstyle of the paper figurine, and some craftsmanship tips noted by Mrs.
Zhang.
Mrs.
Zhang was not good-looking, but her handwriting was okay, but there was a hint of sinisterness in the flying dragons and snakes. .
"What are you looking at?"
At this time, Meng Qingshan came out, moved the bench and sat next to Meng Fan.
Without waiting for Meng Fan to answer, he took the booklet from Meng Fan's hand, flipped it over, and his face became serious.
Meng Fan was given a sermon, and as he talked, he was talking about twenty years ago, and he couldn't help but feel sentimental.
"The family was poor at that time, and my father could not make much money by treating people.
When your mother got married, the family had nothing but a broken bed, which could not support the weight of two people.
It collapsed after two days of sleeping.
My father built an earthen kang, but it didn’t help much and collapsed that night.”
"This is a terrible fall for your mother.
Dad looked distressed and wanted to comfort your mother, but he cried first as soon as he opened his mouth.
But your mother was more promising than dad.
She spread a quilt on the floor and pulled me over. , Why are grown men crying?
The bed is fine, you still have to live a good life."
As he talked, Meng Qingshan's eyes became moist, and there was a warm smile at the corner of his mouth.
He turned his head and looked behind him.
Mother Meng was sitting on the threshold, still holding the soles of her shoes during the day, with a smile at the corner of her mouth.
"Son, in this life, no matter how high or low a man's background is, he still has to make progress.
Only by making progress can he have a future.
If he doesn't make progress, then he is really hopeless and will not end up well.
Dad actually doesn't care much for you.
I don’t ask for you to have a high official position or good food and clothing.
I just want you to live a good life and marry a daughter-in-law who cares about the family.
It doesn’t matter whether she is beautiful or not.
If you have one or two children, you will not be alone when you grow old.
I really hope that dad Will you still live to see that day?”
At this point, the words stopped abruptly.
Mother Meng raised her head and looked at Meng Qingshan blankly.
After a while, she spoke: "Qingshan, what nonsense are you talking about?
Go to bed if you feel sleepy.
It’s late at night, you” "Ahem."
Meng Qingshan also knew that he had said the wrong thing.
He patted the pamphlet in his hand and gave it back to Meng Fan, "It's okay if you are curious about this thing.
But if you really want to study it, you'd better not give it up.
You can't make a fortune, but you can also support it."
If you don't have a family, others will laugh at you, and you may not be able to get a wife. " As he said that, he slowly stood up and walked into the house.
His back was a little lonely.
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Under the light, a long shadow followed behind him and followed his steps into the house.
Meng Fan grabbed the pamphlet, his eyebrows lowered, and he just sat there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
Not long after, he saw his mother also entered the room, and he let out a long sigh: "Do you want to tell me?
Where are the parents?”
When it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning, Meng Fan, who had already been sitting cross-legged on the bed to practice, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the window lattice without blinking.
He heard the sound of tossing and turning from the room next door, and seemed to be unable to sleep.
His father must have suffered from insomnia.
The sound lasted for a while, until the mother whispered a few words vaguely, and the tossing sound gradually subsided.
After confirming that his parents were really asleep, Meng Fan quietly got out of bed, quietly opened the door and walked into the yard.
The night was like water, the shadows of the trees were dancing, and the village was quiet.
It seemed that the cats and dogs were sleeping, and not a single sound could be heard.
"Will it come tonight?"
Meng Fan looked directly at the door, flipped his palm, and a peach wood sword more than three feet long appeared in his hand.
He stroked the sword body.
The temperature of the sword body was not as cold as metal, and the touch was very gentle.
The texture is also much better than ordinary peach wood.
"Whoosh."
He swung the mahogany sword a few times and made a sound of breaking through the air.
If any expert swordsman saw it, they would definitely be surprised, because Meng Fan swung the sword very fast.
How fast was it?
Lightning and flint, wherever the mind goes, the tip of the sword points.
The improvement that mummies had on Meng Fan's body was very frightening.
It’s beyond normal people’s cognition He waited like this all night, until the dawn appeared in the east and the sky became dimly bright, but the thing he was waiting for still didn't come.
Meng Fan stretched his waist, and his energy was very good, because while waiting, he did not give up the practice of Taoism. , one night passed, the progress was not bad, the mist of true energy in Dantian was not as thin as before, and seemed to be a little thicker.
After breakfast the next day, Meng Qingshan hurried out again, saying he was going to see a doctor.
In fact, Meng Fan and his mother knew in their hearts that his real purpose was to see if the trap he had set yesterday had caught the rabbit.
It's just that Meng Fan and his mother had different ideas.
Meng's mother was probably thinking that if she really trapped the rabbit, it would be good to improve her son's food.
Meng Fan was thinking that there was something that distracted his father.
If he didn't think about the supernatural things, he should be able to share some of the psychological pressure without affecting his mind too much.
After all, what his father said last night was really sad. , some meaning of explaining the aftermath.
Not long after Meng Qingshan left, Meng's mother also walked out the door carrying a basin of clothes.
She must have gone to wash in the small river in Mengjiazhuang.
After taking two steps, a sheet drooped down in the basin. , Mother Meng reached out and stuffed it back.
It was the one she had replaced for Meng Fan yesterday.
Knowing that his parents would not be back for a while, Meng Fan took out the booklet and started reading it.
While reading, he was still making gestures with his hands.
After a long time, he put down the booklet and frowned in thought.
His point of view is very clear.
The paper figurine is just a form.
The ultimate goal is to carry magic, and magic is the key.
This was the reason why Mrs.
Zhang gave him the pamphlet so easily.
Without magic, the paper figures were just ordinary paper figures, with no great use.
They could only be used to sacrifice the dead when doing white things.
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"I have a vague feeling that if I keep practicing for one more day, I should be able to reach the first level of spirit condensation.
By then I may not be able to control the paper man."
"So, it's still necessary to tie up a few paper figures for backup.
Maybe they can be used."
Thinking about it, he started to take action.
Meng Fan rummaged around the house, but in the end he couldn't find anything like bamboo or wax paper to tie up the paper figures.
Instead, he found a plate of wire that his father had used to trap the rabbit, and some other things.
I made do with wooden sticks of different lengths.
I felt that the paper figurines made by fixing the sticks with wires might not be worse than those made by simply using bamboo, so I followed the steps recorded in the booklet in a decent manner.
It was tied up and the skeleton was quickly completed.
"Yeah, it's okay."
Meng Fan supported his chin with his hand and looked at the knitted skeleton.
Although the workmanship looked a bit rough, it still looked good.
It looked much stronger and more spectacular than the skeleton made by Mrs.
Zhang.
It was also very tall, reaching 1.8 meters.
Jiu Gao "It's just about clothes.
If I don't have wax paper like Madam Zhang, my clothes won't be the right size for me anymore.
It seems like they need to be improved."
After another rummaging, I finally found a few broken cardboard boxes, cut them with scissors, and started to paste clothes on the skeleton.
As I continued to paste them, my childlike innocence came into being, and my mind kept thinking.
"After all, I am a college student.
When I was piercing the skeleton just now, I used all my physics knowledge to ensure it is strong and strong."
"As for the appearance of this paper man, it can't be as cute as Mrs.
Zhang's.
It should be more domineering.
At least it should still look very bluffing and aggressive."
After a while of fussing, he finally started to draw a picture in a serious manner.
The various data were quite detailed, and it looked like he was doing scientific research.
Near noon, his first paper man finally took shape.
This finished product indeed met Meng Fan's expectations, it was domineering and aggressive.
I guess Mrs.
Zhang would spit out a mouthful of old blood without hesitation when she saw it.
"Hey Iron Man" Meng Fan put a helmet made of cardboard on the paper man with a satisfied look on his face.
Please remember to collect it and add it to your bookshelf.
The book has been signed and stable, so don’t worry
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