Chapter 54: The Nine-Foot Tall General
When he arrived home, it was just the time for breakfast.
Having not returned for the night, Meng Fan gave a slight explanation in the face of his parents' inquiries.
Sitting at the dining table, he wasn't really hungry due to the roasted meat he had eaten in the evening, but he just took his eyes and looked at the little widow who was eating her meal with lowered eyebrows, pondering over some things.
"That child, Zhu Zi, is also quite pitiful." Meng Qingshan learned that Zhu Zi had returned and lamented, "Did the paper figures you burned for him last? Remember to burn him two more if you use them up."
"Uh ……," Meng Fan remembered Zhu Zi's special request for female paper figures and was a little embarrassed, "Probably …… it's still durable. "
"You'll have to visit the creek side as well." Meng mother was also relieved, "Why don't I also go and take a look, with her mother is still a good sister."
"Don't get involved." Meng Qingshan gave Meng's mother a dish, "Maybe they've left long ago."
Meng Fan laughed and took the opportunity to steer the topic to the little widow, saying to the little widow, "That …… man of your family didn't come back?"
"My …… family man?" The little widow froze, a touch of red lips open, drink a small mouth of porridge, paused before saying, "It should be buried too far …… maybe he …… is too lazy to come back."
"Hey, this daughter!" Meng Qingshan heard a joy, and did not think deeply.
The little widow is more than twenty years old, just when the splendor is just right, Meng Qingshan called her daughters, but does not seem so abrupt, or perhaps deliberately avoided the identity of her widow, by virtue of her age and outstanding looks, back to her mother's home, or can easily marry out.
Meng Fan listened to the eyes but narrowed, the heart is like a hole in the fire, know that the words of the little widow can not stand up to examination, because …… the man of his family died outside, was burned, buried in the grave is nothing more than …… a box of ashes!
The ashes …… naturally can t come back.
This little widow …… really has a problem yet.
Also did not point out this clumsy lie at the dinner table, after eating, Meng Fan did not go back to the house as usual to cultivate, but the dignified sitting in the yard to tie up the paper man. If it was before, it was all hiding in his house, like a closed door.
Meng Qingshan couple cleaned up the pots and bowls, also came to the yard, moved a small bench, sat next to the pile of corn like a small mountain, fixed the hand cranked corn thresher, to the corn cob threshing grain …… This is probably a lot of farmers can not escape the farm work.
As for the little widow, she squatted next to Meng's mother with some curiosity, handing over the corn one by one, watching the corn crunching in the threshing machine and threshing the grain, a touch of amusement appeared on her little face.
But after watching for a while, she felt that it was not much fun anymore, and seeing that Meng Fan was tying up a paper man, a pair of autumn water shear pupil-like beautiful eyes brightened up, and came over to Meng Fan's front, and watched with unblinking eyes as Meng Fan tied up the paper man.
"Brother ……," the little widow stuck out her cat-like little tongue and licked her delicate lips, "can you tie a paper man for me …… I'll give you money."
Meng Fan glanced at the little widow, lovingly, "Where do you have money?"
To this little widow, that so-called home …… weirdo, Meng Fan has been prepared for a long struggle, a fight is estimated to be enough, just based on that kind of shocking means of letting a dead person go home, he can not look at the dust, ashamed of himself.
It is estimated that the fight is not enough to get a slap from others.
If the martial arts fight can not work, then the civil fight, can talk about the solution, then talk about the solution.
The reasoning …… of avoiding harm is that he still understands.
The little widow raised her beautiful eyes and looked at the sky, thinking a little, "That house …… right, my house is not collapsed, the money well …… maybe buried underneath."
Meng Fan skimmed his mouth, will be a mahogany strip bent, made a rib, with steel nails fixed on the skeleton, he has improved a lot of craftsmanship on the tie paper man, go the way with the Zhang granny's very different, did these, he only said with a smile, "Let's just say that you have money, what kind of paper man do you want?"
This belonged to the customized version.
The little widow cheered up, supporting her chin with her slender fingers, with a look of serious thinking, thinking for a long time before solemnly saying, "I want a great general, wearing armor, with a big long sword in his hand, with a height of nine feet, the majestic kind ……"
Meng Fan smiled and said, "You Si …… Chun is also possible, but where is there a nine foot tall man?"
"There is, there is." The little widow stood up, also ignored Meng Fan said she was thinking of spring words, tiptoe, will be a small hand stretched high, gesture a height, seems to feel not quite enough, and stood up to the bench, said with a smile, "This is the high …… well … . it really is this high, nine feet."
Meng Fan glanced at the height of the little widow compared to that, there must be more than two meters high, according to today's society's measurement system calculation, that is, more than seven feet high, not to nine feet, nine feet must be three meters high.
There is no such thing as a three-meter-tall person!
Should be this little widow is wrong.
But the expression on the little widow's face was so certain, it seemed that to her, that was nine feet.
Thinking of this, Meng Fan's gaze suddenly condensed and gave the little widow a look with great meaning.
Some dynasties in ancient times, the metric system was somewhat different from modern times, such as the Qin Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms, the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the Western Jin Dynasty, and the Northern and Southern Dynasties……. At that time, a foot was much shorter than the modern day foot, and was only a little more than twenty centimeters.
According to the measurement of that time, seven feet of men, in fact, is about one meter seven, nine feet is no more than two meters high.
And the height of the little widow comparison, also happens to be more than two meters high, said nine feet is also right.
But …… the metric value calculated in this way is not of today's era!
Could it be that this little widow came from ……
Thinking of this, Meng Fan bitterly smiled and shook his head, feeling that this inference is inevitably biased, if the little widow is from the ancient times, take the North and South Dynasties to calculate, there must be more than a thousand years old!
This little widow can live so long!
"How old are you?" Meng Fan asked, pretending to be careless.
"Well ……" The little widow counted her fingers with great care, and as she counted, her fingers were not enough, and she shook her head in discouragement, and finally said, "More than thirty years old? No one asked me …… I forgot."
"Okay, let's say you're over thirty."
Meng Fan laughed a little, he naturally knew how old the little widow was before the accident, a little over twenty, but this little widow in front of him, compared to the previous one was quite a bit younger, like seventeen or eighteen years old, although her appearance looked similar.
And her speech and demeanor was nothing more than seventeen or eighteen years old.
There was indeed something wrong with the current Little Widow.
Moreover, she seemed to know very little about the previous Little Widow, and she definitely did not look like an original genuine.
If this sparse, yet mysterious Little Widow was taken as a rival, I really didn't know if it would be a good thing or a bad thing.
"Brother ah ……" The little widow thought of something like again, softly asked, "Those people still say you …… bad words not? "
"Which people?"
"Those …… bad people who say bad things about you behind your back."
"Don't say it."
"Oh oh."
The little widow raised her chin and looked very proud.
Meng Fan looked in his eyes, and in his heart, he understood something things …… According to the small widow s opinion, he adjusted his skeleton, and tied up the great general without saying a word, and the small widow looked at the side with interest, and from time to time, she also pointed her finger and commented on it, saying that here it is incorrect, and there it is not working, as if …… She really saw this great general.
It is not difficult to make the so called nine feet tall of the little widow;
Wearing armor, also not difficult, with cardboard in cardboard boxes, it is easy to make, and then use paint to tone the color to trace a little, is also very realistic.
Just that the big long knife is not very good, reworked several times, finally only with a wooden board for the body, wooden stick for the handle, barely reached the satisfaction of the little widow, just short of going to fight a real knife.
"Yes, yes, that's it, love it!"
Seeing the great general finally made, mighty holding the great sword stood in front of their own, the little widow cheered up to, beautiful eyes shining with a little starlight, like a teenage innocent children in general.
"But …… I like it too."
Meng Fan's mouth hooked out a bad smile, a wave of the hand will be received by the great general in the Qiankun pendant, rubbed some stiff waist, raised his eyebrows and paced towards his house.
"Aiya, busy half a day, waist hurts ah …… let the Great General press my waist to go."
Seeing that the Great General was taken away by Meng Fan, the little widow was dumbfounded, nuzzling her bright red, delicate little mouth, stamping her foot, the beautiful arc on her breasts trembling, "You …… you …… the Great General is mine! "
Meng Fan also does not know why the little widow is attracted to the paper man, especially that great general, holding bad thoughts, the whole little widow, glimpsed the little widow angry look, the heart is still a little pleased.
But inevitably, there is also some worry, worried that this little widow will not be annoyed and angry, and then do something shocking.
Things were really expected by Meng Fan, this time the little widow made things although not shocking, but also scared him.
In the wee hours of the morning, in the dead of night, Meng Fan, who was cultivating on his knees, suddenly smelled a fragrant breeze and felt that there was suddenly more than one person in the room, and opened his eyes fiercely and found that the little widow's small face, which was stunningly beautiful to the extreme, had already come up to his eyes, and was only a few centimeters short of being attached to his face, and she said quietly, "My brother ah . . can you give the Great General …… to me?"
The exhale was roughly like this.
"It's okay to give it away." Meng Fan ducked back, lonely men and women, sticking so close is always a little bad, it's hard to believe that this girl is trying to lure with beauty, this beauty is indeed very enough weight, he fixed his mind and said, "Before I give it to you, we have to talk about it …… Well… . talk properly."