Ever since Lin Feng won the game of guessing Chu Linyu's gender and got the incomparable slingshot that Lin Zheng was willing to admit defeat in the bet.
He would carry the slingshot on his waist all day long, showing it off wherever he went.
After going to the mountain, it was even more amazing. He shot four pheasants with a slingshot. His nose has been up in the air these days!
So Lin Feng wants to treat this slingshot as a treasure. It is a good assistant for him to become Grandpa Chaoyue in hunting, so he must treat it well!
As a result, this afternoon, when he was playing with firewood in the yard, he saw Zhuzi also took a slingshot very similar to his own and played with firewood. His eyes widened.
"Lend me your slingshot, I'll play with you first."
Zhuzi nodded obediently. After the two exchanged, Lin Feng fired a few shots with the slingshot in Zhuzi's hand.
The feel and accuracy, except for being a little updated, are exactly the same as mine!
"Zhu Zi, where did you get the slingshot?" Lin Zheng asked hurriedly, holding up the slingshot in his hand.
Zhuzi looked down at the slingshot in his hand, scratched his head and said, "That? That's not mine. Lin Zheng lent it to me to play with. Isn't it amazing, Brother Feng? Since I used this slingshot, my accuracy in shooting sparrows has improved a lot."
Lin Feng: “?”
Didn’t I lose my slingshot to him? Where did he get a new slingshot? Wasn’t Grandpa Li, who was able to make a unique slingshot, also taken to the provincial capital by his children?
Lin Zheng just came out of the toilet, and Lin Feng hurriedly asked him: "Zheng, how come you have a new peerless slingshot? Did you secretly ask Grandpa Li to make an extra one? Didn't you say there was only one? If there are two, why didn't you lend me one to play with?"
The more Lin Feng thought about it, the angrier he became. He was fooled by his brother again.
Lin Zheng faced his brother's complaints with some innocence, and said: "This is not made by Grandpa Li, I learned how to make it myself a few days ago. Have you tried it, third brother? Is it similar to the one made by Grandpa Li?"
Lin Feng's eyes widened in disbelief, "What? What did you say? You did it yourself? How come I don't know when you learned it?"
"Well, slingshots will eventually break. If the old one breaks, there will be no fun at all! I learned it from Grandpa Li before he left. For this, I even helped him clean the house for an entire afternoon." Lin Zheng explained.
My goodness! Lin Feng took three steps back. It wasn’t long since he owned this unique slingshot that was praised by his friends nearby, but he lost his status as the only owner!
Then he thought again, since his younger brother has learned it, why is he still holding on to the original one? If he wants to borrow it to play with, he must make conditions in exchange! Why didn't you make one more earlier?
snort! I, your humble brother, have run so many errands for him just to be able to play with this slingshot. Just when I wanted to sing the song of a liberated serf, but before I could even get warm to the world, someone else got another one.
Lin Feng was so upset that he got angry. He sullenly exchanged the slingshot and the pillar, then ran to the corner and sat down by himself, hugging his arms, with a stern face and not saying a word.
Zhuzi was having so much fun that he took back the slingshot and started playing with it again.
He took out a handful of soybeans that he had secretly put away from home this morning and used them as bullets, and aimed at the dead branch.
When the soybeans were almost used up, he ran over to collect the soybeans on the ground. These were bullets, they were hard to come by and could be reused.
Little boys' happiness is indeed simple. Give them a slingshot and they can play with it for an entire afternoon.
Lin Zheng noticed that his third brother was really angry. He pursed his lips, shook his head like a little adult, and sat down next to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng noticed that his younger brother had come to sit over to him, so he moved his butt to the side and created some distance between them.
Lin Zheng did not give up and moved closer again. This time he grabbed Lin Feng's arm to stop him from running.
"What?" Lin Feng asked unhappily.
"Third brother, making this slingshot is very troublesome. You have seen Grandpa Li make it before. It takes several days."
"So what?"
Lin Zheng stretched out his hand: "Look, Third Brother, my hand is injured from making this slingshot."
Lin Feng took a look and found that it was true. There were several cuts on his little white hand.
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