I use the learning system to engage in technology

"Grandma, Grandpa, Dad, I'm going to school!"

Song Yao carried her small schoolbag and ran to school happily.

Now he likes going to school more and more, especially when Teacher He sets questions and he is the only one in the class who can get all the answers right.

The students I met on the road were the opposite of Song Yao.

They were still immersed in the thought of "How come the vacation time is over?" They weakly carried their small schoolbags and moved step by step. On this small road, they wished they could walk until they were old.

Song Yao is the only outlier among them.

So everyone looked at him with the expression "Yaoer is so amazing".

Song Yao didn't feel uncomfortable being looked at at all. On the contrary, he held his head high and his chest high.

When he ran over, Teacher He just hit the gong.

The children who were slow on the road and wanted to delay going to school no longer dared to delay, and ran very fast one by one.

The students entered the classroom one after another like chickens, and before nine o'clock, everyone was sitting at their desks.

Teacher He nodded with satisfaction:

"Good morning everyone."

"good morning teacher!"

The fun learning begins.

After the first class, the other children played various games in groups of twos and threes. Only Song Yao sat in his seat and continued to draw his fan seriously.

Teacher He was a little worried when he saw that he did not join the classmates.

Isn’t this child a bit lonely?

Although the villagers in Dashu have good manners and other children will not bully a child if he does not get along with others, there is no child who does not want to play with everyone.

Teacher He, who has gradually integrated into the role of teacher, feels that she should take the initiative to care about the children's social situations.

So she strolled over.

As soon as the result passed, I happened to see a sturdy child about ten years old sitting next to Song Yao and asked curiously:

"Yao'er, what are you playing at?"

Song Yao replied seriously: "I'm not playing, I'm making a fan."

The child became interested: "Wow, is this the fan you mentioned last time that can blow the wind? How do you do this?"

Teacher He stopped and nodded with satisfaction in his heart.

Yes, yes, it seems that she is overthinking.

There are still people of the same age around Song Yao who like to play with him.

Then I heard Song Yao say: "Just use gears, bearings, fan shafts, rockers, crosses..."

Teacher Ho:"……"

She watched helplessly as the expression on the child's face changed from ^_^ to 0o0 to x-x.

Finally, he cautiously took a step back: "I suddenly remembered that I wanted to go to the hut, so I'll leave first."

Then he ran out of the classroom quickly.

Teacher Ho:"……"

Song Yao, the person involved, didn't care.

Originally he wanted to ask the other party to help, but when he thought that they didn't know all the words, he thought it was better to forget it.

With this skill, he can make great progress by himself.

The child immediately put this episode behind him and continued to seriously conceive of his own fan.

Teacher He couldn't help but feel a little worried.

She admitted that Song Yao was very smart, the smartest child she had ever seen (although she had not seen many children), but children were still children after all, and they still needed playmates.

When school first started, Song Yao could still play with his classmates. After class, he would also form a group to play small games. Now, he is increasingly unable to play with his peers.

Before, she was worried that he was isolated, but now it seemed that there was a reason why they couldn't play together.

But since we can’t play together mentally, those who rely solely on physical strength should be able to play together, right?

Just as Teacher He was thinking about it, a child ran into the room and called: "Zhao Xiaodong, let's go play cockfighting together!"

Zhao Xiaodong was immersed in drawing the 38th line on the table. When he heard it, he immediately put down the pen: "Okay, okay, here I come!"

Seeing them running out together, Teacher He hesitated and asked, "Don't you want Song Yao to play together?"

"Yao'er?"

The child looked panicked and shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, I don't want to play cockfight with him."

Zhao Xiaodong also shook his head: "If Song Yaoer wants to play, I won't play."

Song Yao was young and looked young. They had never played cockfighting with him before. They didn't know that since they went to school and played with Song Yao several times, everyone no longer wanted to play cockfighting with him.

This kid thief knows how to bump into people. I don’t know why everyone bumps into them, but he is the one who makes people lose their balance the most.

Every time there is a cockfight, as long as Song Yao comes on the court, the whole audience will get food.

So everyone swore that fighting cocks would never be called Song Yao again.

Especially Zhao Xiaodong, he was big and hit a large area on the ground. His butt still hurt from being hit by Song Yao last time.

The child patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I will never call him."

Zhao Xiaodong immediately looked relieved.

Teacher Ho:"……"

She thought about it and guessed it was because Song Yao looked weak and small, and her arms were thinner than others.

Cockfighting is a game in which children pick up one foot with both hands, then jump on one foot and collide with their bodies. Whoever's picked up foot lands first loses. There is no limit to the method.

Teacher He has never played it, but she saw boys playing it in the alley when she was a child. This game usually depends on who is stronger. Song Yao is already young and looks so fair and tender. It is normal for other children not to dare to play with him. ……Bar?

Although, seeing the child there with his lips pursed and writing and drawing obediently, while his classmates outside were playing and screaming, Teacher He still loved him.

Poor child, why are he always disliked by his peers?

So she took the initiative to walk over and sit next to Song Yao:

"Yaoer, I heard that you are making a rooster fan? Can you tell the teacher?"

Song Yao, who was getting happier as he drew more and more pictures, looked up blankly: "Rooster? What rooster? Is it delicious?"

Teacher He: "...aren't everyone saying you want to make a rooster-shaped fan?"

Afraid that the children would be embarrassed, she specially added: "Everyone is looking forward to it."

Song Yao blinked his eyes in confusion, then hesitantly said:

"If you want, you can make it look like a rooster..."

Then his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Teacher, why do you think birds can fly very high for a long time, but roosters can't fly very high?"

Teacher He is a bit unable to adapt to the degree of topic jumping of his student.

But after being stunned for a second, she still answered uncertainly: "Uh... because the cock is fat?"

Song Yao thought what she said made sense.

But there are also loopholes. He gave an example: "I have seen a super fat bird, and it can fly very well."

He had seen as many as eight hundred birds, if not a thousand. The reason why he had a profound impact on that bird was because it was as fat as a ball.

It’s round and looks particularly appetizing.

Song Yao continued: "Teacher, I found that all flying animals have wings. Bees, butterflies, dragonflies, chickens, they all have wings."

"But only chickens are the most delicious among them, but chickens are also the least able to fly. Teacher, does it matter whether they fly high or low and whether they are delicious or not? We can make a wooden bird out of wood, will it also be able to fly? La?"

Teacher Ho:"……"

She struggled to recall the knowledge she had learned before:

"It is still a bit difficult for wooden birds to fly high, but since ancient times, many people have looked to birds for inspiration. Some people in ancient times made wooden birds, and now there are also airplanes."

Airplane Song Yao knows.

From the history he learned, before humans broke out of Aquamarine, the only tool used was airplanes.

After arriving in the universe, airplanes no longer worked, so starships came into being, and airplanes slowly became obsolete.

The child said to 005 out of curiosity: "Have you ever seen an airplane?" 】

005: [No, no one I know uses airplanes anymore. 】

Wow, wouldn’t that mean that airplanes would be a rarity more than three thousand years later?

Song Yao then became proud: [We have planes now. 】

[Don’t worry, when I grow up a little bit, I will take you on a plane. 】

005 didn't think it was anything at first, but after hearing what the host said, he began to think that "being able to see an airplane from more than three thousand years ago" was a great thing.

So it happily agreed: [I will record it for the host. 】

Song Yao was not satisfied with just taking a plane to experience it. He was looking forward to seeing Teacher He:

"Teacher, if I want to make a plane, will it cost a lot of money?"

Teacher He: "...It should be quite a lot."

Song Yao was a little eager to try: "Teacher, if I tell the county magistrate that I want to make an airplane, will he give me money to make it?"

"After the plane is finished, I will use it for everyone in the county to sit on. The county magistrate will definitely be happy."

Teacher He thought about the money needed to make the airplane and felt that the county magistrate would not be very happy.

Wait, why is she thinking about whether the county magistrate is happy or not?

Shouldn't it be impossible for Song Yao, who is only eight years old this year, to make an airplane?

Teacher He opened his mouth, then closed it again when he saw the expectant students.

She summarized the language again:

"The production of aircraft requires state approval. If you study hard and apply to the state when you grow up, you may be able to join the production of aircraft."

Song Yao had an expression on his face that said, "I learned something new today."

"Thank you teacher, I understand, then let me be the fan first!"

There was a reason why he gave up so quickly.

Just after Song Yao finished speaking, he quickly took a look at the aircraft introduction in the learning system. He couldn't understand eight out of ten words.

After such a comparison, the fan instantly becomes simple.

Of course, what he meant was simply a comparison fan clock.

As for carpentry, the child completely skipped it.

The parents' education was not in vain. Song Yao had always consciously avoided using sharp edges, which of course included knives and saws.

He felt very confident that the carpentry part would be fine.

Isn’t this a grandpa?

There happened to be a part of the knowledge course that was not very clear, so Song Yao pulled Teacher He and asked.

"Teacher, I don't understand this very well. How does this principle come into being? I tried it in my mind for a long time last night without success."

Teacher He, who had good grades in physics when he was in school, lowered his head confidently:

"It doesn't matter. You don't understand anything. The teacher will explain it to you. Ah, this is it. This principle is actually very simple..."

It has to be said that even though the tutorials in the learning system are very comprehensive, they are still from more than 3,000 years ago, and many producers think they are too basic, so they were almost brushed off when included.

For this reason, Song Yao complained angrily to 005.

005 felt that what its host said was so right. There were so many unclear learning materials here and there, and the producer had the nerve to make false advertisements, which made it feel guilty when facing the host.

Fortunately, Song Yao not only had a learning system, but also a teacher named He.

Teacher He really explained the problem clearly in a few minutes, and her explanation was very detailed, which was much better than some perfunctory courses in the learning system (producer: Nonsense, did you teach 1+1 equals to what in junior high school).

After successfully solving the confusion, Song Yao felt that he liked Teacher He even more.

He looked at the other party with admiration: "Teacher, you are really amazing. I thought about it for a long time last night and couldn't figure it out. Now you say it, I understand it."

Teacher He was flattered by the praise, and couldn't help thinking, "You are the one who understands it as soon as you say it. You must be amazing." He had to be reserved on the surface:

"It's nothing, just a very ordinary physics problem."

In recent years, the country has been advocating physics and chemistry classes to drive students to do experiments, so most students have a good interest in physics.

For example, Teacher He loved physics class when she was in high school.

She thought that she would not be able to use her physics knowledge in the next two years after being assigned to such a remote place.

Teacher He felt a sense of satisfaction at this moment, as she had learned both literary and martial arts and was able to teach her students.

So when Song Yao asked another question eagerly, she answered it confidently.

Then Song Yao asked another question.

And another question.

Teacher He, who could clearly feel that the level of these questions was gradually rising, gradually felt something was wrong.

If there were a few more questions, she would not be able to answer them.

"Why do you have so many questions? Can you remember all of them?"

"I can remember them now, but didn't you say that a good memory is not as good as a bad pen?"

Song Yao obediently took out a small notebook from his pocket and handed it out:

"So I wrote all my questions in this notebook."

This was made by his grandfather for him in the morning. He cut the paper into the same size and stapled it together, specifically for him to carry with him. It was small and inconspicuous, and it could just fit in his trouser pocket.

After Grandpa Song finished, he gave it to Song Yao and told him to write down any notes in this small notebook.

The old man was quite thoughtful. He thought that he couldn't sneak up to the roof to go to school every day, but if the notebook the youngest child used to write notes was too small, wouldn't he have a new notebook in a few days?

Then he would put it in his pocket, secretly look at it when he was free, and put it in his pocket when someone came. It was perfect!

The child didn't know the grandfather's sinister intentions. He just thought it was rare and felt super fashionable when writing, so he used it directly today.

It was the first time that Teacher He saw such a small notebook. She took it a little confused and opened it. She was dumbfounded.

It was full of neat words, and every page was full of questions.

The first few were exactly what she had just answered. Turning back, the difficulty was getting higher and higher.

Until the end, Teacher He didn't even understand the nouns.

Her hand holding the small notebook trembled slightly.

"These... are all what you need to make a fan?"

Song Yao nodded.

In fact, it is not just fans, but fan clocks that have the most problems, because fan clocks also include the technology of making self-ringing clocks. The combination of the two can make an adult feel overwhelmed.

That is to say, Song Yao is a child. Although he thinks it is difficult, he has no pressure in life, has a lot of time, loves to play, is smart and active, and learns very quickly, so he still patiently learns.

Anyway, he will learn if he doesn’t understand something, and ask if he can’t learn it. One day he will learn it.

At this moment, the child who is in the "asking" stage looks at the teacher eagerly:

"Teacher, can I ask you all these questions?"

He also knows that he has a lot of questions, and he is afraid that the teacher has no time to reply, so he quickly blows rainbow farts:

"Teacher, you are the most knowledgeable person I know. In addition to asking you, I can’t find anyone else to ask." He supernaturally skipped the county magistrate.

"Teacher, you are so good, you can definitely teach me. Don't worry, teacher, I am very good and won't waste your time."

The child also said: "When this fan is made, I will definitely give one to you, teacher, and you won't feel hot anymore!"

Teacher He: "..."

It's not that she doesn't want to teach. The first part is okay, but she can't do the latter part either...

She looked down at the small notebook in her hand, and then at the child in front of her who was eager for knowledge, and her heart softened.

"Okay, after class or after school, if you have any questions, come to me."

Song Yao was instantly excited, and said sweet words without spending any money:

"Thank you, teacher! You are the best! When we make the fan, I will definitely go to the county magistrate and ask her to give you a big award certificate!"

Teacher He was a little amused, but she was also amused by Song Yao's childish words.

"Okay, okay, I am your teacher, and I should answer your questions, but you also reminded me that although you are only in the first grade, you can learn what you should learn."

The main thing is that she is the only teacher in the whole school, and she has the final say on what classes to take.

This time, when Song Yao reminded him, Teacher He put himself in the situation.

Isn’t it a bit boring to just study math and Chinese every day?

She can teach the children one or two lessons about physics, chemistry, geography, etc. every week, which can be regarded as a foundation and adjustment.

Of course, Teacher He would be a little reluctant to replace other main courses with these classes.

Although she is the oldest in the whole school, and the parents all respect her, and no one will criticize the students' scores, these children have a lower starting point than children in the city...

good! Then take extra classes!

Three extra classes a week!

Perfect!

How interesting it is to take physics class.

The kids will definitely appreciate her.

Teacher He happily went to play the class gong manually.

After the morning class, seeing Song Yao running home impatiently, Teacher He hesitated for a moment and went over to stop him.

"Song Yao, can you lend the teacher your notebook for writing down questions for one afternoon?"

"Okay!" The child, who was in a hurry to go home for dinner, didn't even ask why. He took it out of his pocket and handed it to her.

Teacher He, who originally wanted to answer one or two sentences, "In fact, the teacher doesn't know much about some of the questions and wants to go back and study them," could only accept it silently.

She looked at the children who were almost all running at full speed and shouted:

"Run slowly, be careful not to fall!"

So the children ran slower for a symbolic second, and then ran faster.

Teacher He: ...Forget it.

She silently returned to her cabin, and then began to rummage through the cabinets to find physics books.

Teacher He, who studied seriously for half an hour, had to admit that there were some questions that her physics book could not answer.

Damn it, are all the county government’s book collections so high-end now?

Teacher He looked at the physics book in front of him in a daze for a while. Then he suddenly thought of something and started rummaging through the cabinet again, and finally found a thin notebook.

The book is filled with names, followed by contact addresses.

She carefully turned through the pages and finally saw the name of the person she was looking for.

Teacher He hesitated again. After all, she had not contacted her since graduation. When she was in school, it was just an ordinary classmate relationship. Now she suddenly feels a little embarrassed to write to her.

But thinking about Song Yao's bright little eyes, she still took out a new piece of stationery, absorbed the ink with her pen, and carefully wrote down each beautiful word:

[Classmate Ye Xinghua:

How have you been? I'm sorry for contacting you suddenly, but among the people I know, you are the only one who has the deepest attainments in physics. Here's the thing, I am a teacher now, and students asked me some questions, but I don't know enough to answer them...]

Teacher He wrote the letter and sent it to the town for mailing on the same day. She was actually a little nervous. Due to personal reasons, she had not contacted any classmates after graduation.

Now that it has been two years since graduation, if she suddenly sends a letter to her, will people think she is too familiar?

Teacher He was actually prepared to not receive a reply after sending this letter. In addition, it still takes a long time to send a letter and then receive a letter from the other party. Half a month is indispensable, so she works hard whenever she has time. Chewing physics books.

Unexpectedly, when the child Song Yao had made the general framework and was still working hard to polish the inside, someone from the village went to the market and brought back a letter for her.

"Teacher He, this letter is urgent. The people at the post office were worried that it was urgent, so they asked us to deliver it to you. Please open it quickly and take a look. Is there anything urgent at home?"

Teacher He opened the letter and was a little confused when he found that it was Ye Xinghua's reply.

No, she just asked a question, why did he need to reply to an urgent letter? He would have to pay an extra ten cents for expediting.

Touching the thick pile of letters in his hand, Teacher He was even more confused.

Did she ask so many questions?

Then she suddenly brightened up and remembered something.

Ye Xinghua is famous for his good academic performance in his class, and he has always been interested in some difficult problems. He is busy studying every day. He has even won a national award in physics. The teachers also value him very much and think that he will have a good future. Can be expected.

This top student’s only hobby is to look for difficult problems everywhere.

Could it be that these questions asked by Song Yao are actually particularly difficult?

Thinking of this, Teacher He relaxed and felt that it was very reasonable.

Let’s just say it’s very difficult. She’s been working hard for twelve days and still hasn’t touched the edge. It’s definitely very difficult.

As a result, when I read the letter, it started with:

[Classmate He Junwen:

I'm fine. I wonder how you are. I'm very willing to answer your questions. In fact, the questions you asked are very simple. For example... this question was in our sophomore physics book. I remember that you were dozing off in class at that time. Maybe it was It doesn’t matter if you didn’t hear the teacher’s explanation. I’ll explain it to you briefly…]

Then, as if he was afraid that Teacher He wouldn't understand, he wrote a whole page in detail about what the problem was about.

Teacher Ho:"……"

She looked at the thick pile in her hand and already had a premonition in her heart.

Sure enough, for almost every question that followed, Ye Xinghua would first point out where they had learned the question, or he had seen it somewhere, or which teacher had mentioned it.

Then he gave a super detailed explanation.

After finally speaking, he also said:

[If your students still have such questions in the future, these questions are very simple. I know them all. You can ask me in the future. I also hope that we can make progress together. I wish you happiness every day.

Ye Xinghua. 】

Teacher He looked at Ye Xinghua and said "simple" and "you may not remember that we have studied it":...

If he had not answered her questions seriously, Teacher He would almost think that he was mocking her.

And he said "this question is super simple, it's so easy, you can answer it easily" on almost every page.

As a result, she felt that she was mocked as many times as Ye Xinghua wrote.

No, she couldn't think of Ye Xinghua like that.

After all, he helped her answer the questions well.

Maybe he was just reminding her in a tactful way that she couldn't give up studying after graduation.

After all, this guy is a top student, and it seems reasonable to not want to see him fall behind in study.

Thinking about it this way, Teacher He felt much better.

She immediately went back with her heart broken and wrote a letter to her family, asking them to help her send all the high school books.

Until she finished writing the letter to her family, she couldn't recover from "I don't even know the knowledge of the second year of high school" for a long time.

Oh my God, no wonder no one asked Ye Xinghua for advice in high school.

This classmate is a good person and very capable.

But he is just too good at talking.

Teacher He is now very sure that Ye Xinghua definitely dislikes her a little bit in her heart, thinking that she has forgotten the previous knowledge only two years after graduating from high school.

He was even so angry that he sent an urgent letter to "scold" her, and finally pointed her out to remind her to make progress.

The key is that Teacher He still thinks that he is right to scold her.

In high school, she also had good grades and was committed to going to college.

It's a pity that she didn't go there later. After two years of confusion, she even forgot the knowledge of the second year of high school. It's no wonder that her classmates are disappointed with her.

She quickly turned out all her books and decided to use books as pillows every day in the future.

Moreover, Song Yao asked a lot of questions that she couldn't answer in the past two days. Even if she was "scolded" badly, she had to be thick-skinned to ask Ye Xinghua for advice.

And when someone helps you, you can't just say nothing. Next time she sends a letter, she will find a way to send some food and drinks to express her gratitude.

Thinking that she not only had to study hard, but also had to travel thousands of miles to find "scold", Teacher He lay on the bed with tears in her eyes and covered her face with books.

Woohoo, she really sacrificed too much for classmate Song Yao.

In a university far away, a young man was looking down at his watch anxiously:

"Calculate the time, the letter should have arrived by now, right?"

The young people next to him smiled and encouraged him:

"Don't worry, it's okay, as long as you write according to what we taught you, that classmate He will definitely have a good impression of you."

"Yes, Xinghua, you have no experience, and several of us are married."

"Look, you are so worried now. When you sent the letter before, you were reluctant to let us take a look before sending it. If we had taken a look at it at that time, you wouldn't have to worry so much."

The young man, that is, Ye Xinghua, was slightly relieved and said with a slightly red face:

"How can I show you this kind of letter."

He said: "I wrote the letter according to what you said."

"I have been showing my knowledge to classmate He, and I have shown on every page that those difficult problems are not a problem for me."

Others The young people nodded with satisfaction: "Well, very good, female comrades like knowledgeable people."

Ye Xinghua was encouraged and continued happily:

"I mentioned our high school life many times, and I also mentioned that I saw her dozing off in class."

The young people thought it was okay: "Not bad, so that classmate He will definitely know that you have been paying attention to her in high school."

"Female comrades will pay a little attention to those who pay attention to them."

Ye Xinghua was a little nervous after what they said:

"I also followed your instructions and answered every question in detail. Even for the simplest ones, I wrote a full page to answer them."

"You are right. Female comrades like patient and meticulous people. She will definitely think you are super considerate and patient."

Ye Xinghua was a little shy: "I also said at the end that I hope we can make progress together."

"Not bad, kid!"

The young people were all excited!

"Great! Lesbians like bold and unrestrained people. You are almost showing your affection to her openly!!"

"I didn't expect that you, who usually only know how to study, are actually good in this aspect."

Ye Xinghua smiled shyly and expectantly:

"Will Mr. He really have a good impression of me if I write like this?"

A young man said firmly: "Of course he will! Look how well you perform."

"Yes, yes, yes." Other married people echoed:

"Even if they don't have a good impression of you in that aspect, they will definitely regard you as a reliable person."

"Look at you, you help others answer questions, you are patient and meticulous, and you recall the past. At least in her eyes, she already has a good impression of you."

"Yes, she must think you admire her very much. Even if she is not interested in you now, you have been communicating with each other for a long time, and your feelings have accumulated. If you show your appreciation for her more like this time, won't it be a natural thing for you to succeed?"

"That's right, female comrades like people who appreciate them."

The young people talked to each other, and Ye Xinghua felt relieved.

He held his young heart and made a wish sincerely and expectantly.

I hope that the little classmate who asked Classmate He questions will have more questions, and a little more, so that Classmate He can keep in touch with him.

If he wasn't embarrassed, Ye Xinghua would have bought a bunch of food and sent it to the little classmate to bribe him to study more.

While Ye Xinghua was waiting for the second letter and a package of souvenirs, Song Yao, who was in Dashu Village, also completed his own fan with the covert and covert help of Mr. He, Grandpa Song, and Comrade Ye Xinghua.

"Okay! Let's experiment with fan 0101 for the first time."

Song Yao held a small notebook in his left hand and a pen in his right hand. He signaled to Grandpa Song with a serious expression: "Grandpa, start shaking."

Grandpa Song quickly shook the joystick in his hand.

A round fan as big as a child's palm began to rotate rapidly as it was cranked by hand.

As soon as the three fan blades moved, Grandpa Song, who was facing it, immediately felt the wind.

Even though he personally participated in the production (actually he did whatever Song Yao said), Grandpa Song couldn't help but be a little shocked.

"It's actually windy?"

Song Yao didn't understand why grandpa was shocked: "Of course the fan blows the wind."

No, what Grandpa Song meant was that his grandson actually made this thing called a fan.

Father Song and Grandma Song, who originally just wanted to watch, were also shocked.

"Yao'er really made it?"

"Let me try. Let me try."

Grandma Song grabbed the fan and started to crank it. Sure enough, as soon as she shook the rocker at the bottom, the fan that had just stopped started moving again, bringing a moderate wind.

Dad Song also wanted to see it, so he pushed his way over and said, "I want to see it too, let me see it."

Grandma Song ignored him and was enjoying herself.

"I have never seen such an interesting thing. Is this what you made out of those woods? Oh, the wind is quite comfortable."

Song Yao puffed up his chest proudly:

"This is just a simple hand-operated fan, which requires manpower. When I make a fan clock, it can produce wind without the need for people to crank it."

Grandma Song was so happy that she handed the fan to Grandpa Song, then went over and picked up her grandson:

"Hey, why is my son so smart? How can he make such amazing things? Grandma, I see you will be able to make a plane soon!"

Song's father watched helplessly as the fan was in his father's hand, and he leaned over and said, "Dad, I want to try it too."

Grandpa Song glanced at him and shook himself vigorously.

He hasn't tried enough yet.

Dad Song: "..."

Song Yao received a lot of compliments from her grandma. The child tried hard to look serious at first, but later he was so happy that he was praised so much that he couldn't help but reveal a big smile on his face:

"I also think I can make a plane!"

Grandma Song was even more happy: "Okay, okay, grandma, wait for Yao'er to make a plane. When you make it, I can also fly."

Song Yao patted his chest and said, "I will definitely make a special airplane for grandma!"

Grandma Song went to touch his little head: "My dear grandson, you are so considerate. You must be afraid that the weather will get hot enough for us to make a fan. You are so well-behaved."

Song Yao was a little proud and a little cautious:

"Actually, this fan is not very powerful. It still needs to be cranked by hand. It is quite strenuous to use. It is similar to holding a cattail fan."

The fan clock that he really wants to make without hand is still in preparation.

Grandma Song doesn't care whether it's hand-cranked or not. In her opinion, if her grandson can make a pile of wood into something that can blow out wind, that's already great.

She waved her hand: "It's okay, hand shaking is not a problem at all!"

Father Song happened to come over:

"Mom, look at my dad, I also want to try a fan, but he tried it for a long time and still didn't give it to me. He must have a grudge against me for not working in the fields yesterday."

Grandpa Song laughed in his heart after hearing this.

Doesn't he know that the person who holds the most grudge in this family is Grandma Song?

really.

Grandma Song looked back at him: "You want to use a fan?"

Father Song nodded his head.

Grandma Song waved her hand again: "Here you go!"

Five minutes later, Grandpa Song, Grandma Song, and Yao Song were sitting in rows on the small bench, feeling the summer breeze.

Grandma Song said happily: "This is called enjoying the blessing of children and grandchildren."

Grandpa Song nodded in agreement.

Song Yao smiled at his father across from him: "Then I am enjoying my father's blessing."

Dad Song, who successfully used the fan: ...I wanted to use it, but not in this way.

I saw that the fan in his left hand was directed towards one thing and another, while his right hand kept shaking the joystick.

Grandma Song sighed: "Don't tell me, it's really comfortable with this wind in summer."

Grandpa Song and Song Yao agreed.

Dad Song, who was shaking the joystick crazily:...

He has nothing.

Just a rocker and a face full of despair.