The Boss of the Yan Family in Siheyuan

As soon as Yan Jiecheng and the others finished eating, the two little guys started clamoring to go home.

Yan Jiecheng had nothing to do with them. He came and left whenever he wanted. He had to spread their buttocks. "Dad, let's go back. I want to play with a wooden gun." The boy pulled Yan Jiecheng's trouser leg and said.

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"Okay, okay, okay, if you say we'll go back, we'll go back. Dad, don't go fishing. Go back. You won't be able to catch anything anyway."

"Hey, what are you talking about? Didn't you eat the grilled fish just now?" Yan Bugui said angrily.

"That one is not enough to fill the gap between the teeth. Okay, let's go home. I don't think your precious granddaughter is already anxious."

After finishing packing his things, Yan Bugui saw that the two children were going home and had no choice but to put away the fishing rod and follow them back, otherwise Yan Jie wouldn't be able to bring so many people back even on a bicycle.

Yan Jiecheng and Yan Bugui took Yu Li and the others back on their bicycles. They met a car on the way. Ziwan yelled excitedly and was scolded twice by Yu Li before he stopped. When he got home, he pestered

Yan Jiecheng wanted to play with cars.

Yan Jiecheng's head is so big. Where can I buy this car for you? Why is this little girl's head so long? How can she think about it? She was playing with a wooden gun just now. Now she wants to play with a car when she sees one.

It's not like there are toy cars everywhere in later generations. They were so noisy that they couldn't do anything. "Okay, you two, stop arguing. Dad will make you a wooden one later."

"Oh, oh, daddy is the best."

"I still want to be able to run. I want to run while sitting down."

"If you want someone who can run, why don't you two want someone who can fly?" Yu Li looked on and couldn't help but said.

Xiao Ziwan blinked his big eyes: "Mom, what is flying?"

Yu Li couldn't be bothered now, and she didn't know how to explain it. It was Yan Jiecheng who had to rely on him at the critical moment.

"It's flying, like a kite, whirring when the wind blows." He said and made a few gestures with his hands.

"Then I don't want to fly, I want to run."

"I don't want one to fly either. Dad, just make one that can run for me and my sister." Xiao Ziyang also said.

They both thought that the only things that could fly were paper kites. They didn't play with those things, it wasn't fun at all.

Yu Li looked at Yan Jiecheng with an expression that said if you cause trouble, you will solve it.

"Okay, if you can run, I will make it for you right now. You can play with the wooden gun first. It will be ready by dinner time in the evening." He said and handed the wooden gun to them both.

This matter is not difficult for Yan Jiecheng. After all, he never drove any toy cars when he was young. Just make one out of wood according to the toy cars of later generations. Although there is no motor and controller, it can be pushed by human power.

It’s okay to stay. Anyway, Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiedai have nothing to do. The task of pushing the cart will be left to them from now on.

This wooden car is a big project. Yan Jiecheng may not be able to make it by himself even if he works for a long time. Even if he can make it, it will definitely not be as good as a professional carpenter.

So Yan Jiecheng planned to draw the picture and ask Carpenter Wang in the backyard to do it together. Then he would be given some wages. It happened to be that he had time during the National Day holiday today.

When he thought of sitting down, Yan Jiecheng went to the house and took out paper and pen and started drawing. After a while, he finished the drawing, and he drew it according to the appearance of BAIC 212.

The 212 also started production this year. Director Yang of the steel rolling mill has one. It is often parked in front of the office so that it can be easily explained when someone asks.

Taking the drawings, I went to Carpenter Wang's house in the backyard. Carpenter Wang called Wang Dazhi, a man in his forties. The family consists of a couple and a son. Two girls are also married.

Now both father and son work in a Beijing furniture factory, and they usually earn some craft money by helping neighbors make tables and benches.

After knocking on the door, I heard Carpenter Wang's voice coming from inside, pushed the door open and walked in: "Uncle Wang, I'm waiting. Come on, can you see what you can do with this?" He handed over the drawing.

Wang Dazhi thought that Yan Jiecheng would just ask him to make a table, chair, bench or something like that. When he took a look at the drawings of the goods, holy shit, this, this is actually a car.

"Explanation, is this a car?

No wonder he was surprised that the current 212 had just been produced and there were not many units in Beijing.

"Yeah, why don't the two little guys at home clamor for a car to play with when they see it when they go out? I thought about making a wooden one so that they can play with it for a few years."

Wang Dazhi didn't know what to say after hearing this. Other people's children would just take pictures of New Year pictures, throw sandbags, or roll a hoop if that didn't work. In your family, a two-year-old child still has to drive a car.

"If you can do it, you can do it, but isn't your size a bit small? I suggest you make it bigger so that you can play with it for a few more years. After all, it doesn't cost much to make such a thing. I looked at even the steering wheel,

It has steering wheels, but it needs to be done more precisely, otherwise it will fall apart after a short time of playing."

Yan Jiecheng thought for a while and thought it would be better to listen to the professionals. After all, he could also draw pictures and asked him to do it, but he really couldn't do it.

"Okay, then it's up to you. How long do you think it will take to make it?"

"Well, if you're not in a hurry, you can make it tomorrow afternoon. If you're in a hurry, your brother and I will work overtime and it'll be almost done before ten o'clock." Wang Dazhi calculated and said. He had never done this before. He also said

Try to leave as much free time as possible.

"Okay, I'll trouble you. By the way, you can make a slot for the wheel. Then I'll go to the car repair shop to buy two scrap tires and put them on it." Yan Jiecheng thought for a while and said.

This wooden wheel wears out too quickly due to long-term friction. It would be better to install tires. When the time comes, it will be easy to replace it when it is worn out.

"By the way, Uncle Wang has also given you the wood. You can figure out how much it will cost when the time comes."

"Uncle Wang doesn't want your money anymore. Just keep the drawings. Then Uncle Wang will be able to make a living, how about it."

Although he could make a second one after making one, but after all, the blueprints were also sent over by Yan Jiecheng. Since they were neighbors, he couldn't do it secretly, so he couldn't help but explain it to him directly.

Yan Jiecheng thought that this was okay. He didn't design this 212 anyway, so he just drew a picture. So he said, "Okay, then I'll thank Uncle Wang."

"Hey, you're welcome. I still have to thank you."

"Then I'm leaving, uncle. I'll come over in the evening." With that said, Yan Jiecheng left Wang Dazhi's house and walked towards the front yard.

Seeing Yan Jiecheng walking away, Wang Dazhi went to the hut and woke up his sleeping son Wang Jun. He handed him the drawings and said, "Come on, follow me and do this."

Wang Jun, who had just woken up, hadn't figured out the situation yet. He took the drawings given by Wang Dazhi and looked at them, and said excitedly: "Dad, are we going to work in the automobile factory? When did you do this? How?

Are you hiding it from me?"

Wang Dazhi's head was filled with black lines, and he went up and slapped Wang Jun: "If you're like you, what does the car factory want you to do? Make wooden models?"