northernbook Chapter 148 The Wooden Kite Can Fly
Chapter 148 The Wooden Kite Can Fly
The great master came over from the other side. When he reached the pavilion, he nodded to everyone, then bowed slightly to the teacher and said, "My leader has returned to the village. Please come over and have a chat."
The instructor responded after hearing this. He turned around and gave some instructions to the others, telling them to rest in the pavilion and that he would be back soon.
Several people bowed and saw them off. After the two of them left, Qingsheng put his arm around Azan's neck and jokingly said, "Hey little brat, how are you doing here? Tell us what happened during this time."
Azan didn't shy away, but leaned closer. His eyes twinkled as he spoke, "It's a great place to stay and study martial arts. Yesterday, my master and I were brought here, and we were a little scared at first."
But after Master talked with their manager, they became polite to us. I was allowed to stay for a bite to eat while Master went inside to chat with them.
I was really a little hungry at the time, and the food and fruits that were served were really delicious. Although they were light in taste, they were very appetizing, especially that..."
Several people were speechless. Qingsheng tapped Azan's head lightly. "You little foodie, who asked you this? Get to the point."
Azan rubbed his head sheepishly and said, "You'll know after you eat. After that, I just waited for Master. They talked for a long time, but I don't know what secrets they talked about.
It was already late, so someone took my master and me to rest. Their big wooden house was spacious and comfortable, and the bedding was fragrant with flowers.
Just as he was about to continue describing the situation, he saw Qingsheng raise his finger again. He quickly tilted his head and said, "The rest of the situation is just as Master just told you. As for one more thing, it's also very important and it's related to me, but..."
Seeing that he was keeping it a secret again, several people urged him to speak quickly, otherwise he would be beaten again. But Azan said with all his strength, "This is a serious matter. Master forbids me to tell anyone else..."
"Good boy, how dare you treat us as outsiders." Qingsheng reached out and pinched Azan's cheeks, shaping his mouth into a trumpet shape.
Azan quickly broke free and said solemnly, "I didn't lie to you. This was really my master's instruction, and it was also the intention of one of the leaders here." Dun Dun added, "It's actually just a book. My master told me not to pass it on to others."
Their eyes lit up. Qingsheng's eyes turned and he saw Azan's small cloth bag on the bench beside him, so he let him go and reached for the bag.
Azan had a smile on his face just now, but his expression suddenly changed. He did not say anything, but his face became cold.
Ranmo was about to stop Qingsheng, but Qingsheng had already withdrawn his arm awkwardly, scratched his head, and then said with a smile: "I just wanted to see if you had any delicious food hidden in your bag. Weren't you always tempting us just now?"
The expressions of several people relaxed. At this time, a clear voice came from the other side, "Gentlemen, let's go to the thatched cottage for dinner."
Looking up, they saw the girl they had met earlier, Nishang. When they heard that it was time for dinner, they became interested and went to greet the girl together.
Only then did they have time to take a closer look at the girl. She had willow-shaped eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, a distinguished demeanor, and a radiant beauty. Not daring to stare, they hurriedly followed her lead and headed off to eat.
When they arrived at a natural and quiet thatched cottage not far away, the girl asked everyone to sit down, and then went to the kitchen to order the meal.
After Azan's praise, everyone stretched their necks in anticipation of the delicious meal. When the dishes were served, they were generally three kinds of vegetables: green, yellow, and red. The green ones were wild vegetables, the yellow ones were potatoes and eggs, and the red ones were persimmons and peppers, with some other leaves in between.
The expressions of the few people were a little dull. The girl said, "Enjoy your meal, everyone," and left.
Azan saw what they were thinking and said, "Don't be fooled by the simplicity of the dish. Try it first."
Qingsheng picked up a piece of vegetable with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth to chew. Several people watched his expression. But he remained calm. He picked up another piece of vegetable with his chopsticks and swallowed it with rice.
The others understood and quickly reached for the food in front of them with their chopsticks. They found it refreshing and delicious, with a hint of sweetness. It was much better than the vegetables grown at home or in the village, and went really well with rice.
The golden yellow dough cakes were also sweet and delicious, no less delicious than pastries. Since there was no one else around, the few of them devoured them quickly.
The cook inside came out, took a look, smiled, and brought out a large pot of stir-fried dishes and rice cakes, telling them to just eat their fill.
After they had eaten their fill, they began to praise the dishes, saying they were really good and no less delicious than those meat-filled meals.
Azan looked at them proudly, implying that he was right. He then told them that the people here were actually very frugal. Not only were their meals simple and mostly vegetarian, but they were also very frugal in all aspects of their accommodations and belongings. For example, if their clothes or mats were torn, they would constantly repair them and continue to use them.
Several people listened and sighed, thinking that this was truly the attitude and lifestyle of a hermit. They also joked that he was not like ordinary people like us, for whom eating well was a top priority.
As they ate and chatted, they occasionally spotted one or two flying things in the distance that looked like both birds and kites. They had no idea what they were. Qingsheng and Azan even argued about whether they were birds or objects in disguise.
Ran Mo stared intently, then suddenly thought of something. She quietly took out a pen and paper and began to draw some patterns on it. The others were just staring at the sky, not noticing her movements.
When the meal was almost over, the teacher and an old man came strolling over. Several people hurriedly put down their bowls and chopsticks and stood up to greet them.
The old man, with kind eyes and white hair and beard, raised his hands as a gesture for everyone to sit down. The instructor introduced them, "This is the leader of the villa. These are my disciples and friends. Please be kind and give them your guidance."
The old man humbly said, "Young people are formidable and are the pillars of the country. We should also learn from them."
Several people bowed to the old man. Thank you for your hospitality today and look forward to your guidance. The old man smiled:
"Our sect advocates the spirit of peace, friendship, frugality and striving. These values require both theoretical support and practical action. I hope all the young talents will cultivate themselves, practice diligently and strive to become accomplished individuals."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Then, in the distance, the "little bird" they had seen earlier flew over. It looked like a bird, but the color and shape of its feathers were not quite the same.
It flew remarkably smoothly, circling over the pond a few times before disappearing behind the treetops. Several people watched in amazement, wondering what kind of magical artifact it was.
The old man smiled and twirled his beard, saying, "Young men, have you ever seen this thing?" No one dared to answer and shook their heads.
The old man explained, "This is a wooden kite, a flying device developed by my sect. It can fly in the sky like a real bird, but it's not yet sophisticated enough and powerful enough, so its flight time is relatively short."
Several people exclaimed in admiration, saying, "This is already quite good." Ran Mo then took out the paper on which she had just drawn the pattern and said to the old man sincerely:
"Hello, old man. I also like to study some flying bird instruments. This is a sketch I drew. I would appreciate your guidance."
Ranmo used to like reading the theories of various schools of thought, and learned some interesting things in them. He also used the Internet to analyze and ponder the internal structure and production principles of some ingenious objects.
She has loved playing with these things since she was little. After moving to a new house, the windowsills were very high, and every time she opened and closed the curtains, she had to use a wooden stick to pick them up, which was very inconvenient.
After studying physics and mastering the knowledge of pulleys, she imitated the method of using nails instead of pulleys, and combined them with plastic ropes and hemp ropes to develop an auxiliary rope that automatically pulls and closes curtains. It not only saves effort, but is also fun to pull.
Just now, she recalled the knowledge she had read before and sketched it out. If they already had the relevant technology, it would be considered as asking for advice; if not, it would be considered as helping them make improvements or reminders.