The colorful rays of light add decoration to the smiling face, and the fluffy white clouds are the texture condensed by Him, giving the soft clouds a sense of being close to God.
The little fat boy opened his eyes wide and poked his deep hand sockets.
A head popped out from the soft and sweet clouds: "Hello, see you again~"
"Fatty, Fatty." Mianyun repeated the name with a stiff smile.
Although the fragrant and soft white clouds are cute, it is still a bit scary to see them open their mouths and speak.
However, the little fat boy, who had experienced many storms, was immune to such magical attacks. He replied politely: "It's not the fat boy, it's the fish~"
It’s true that the fish is fat, but how can you call him fat boy to his face?
He yelled last time too, but the fish forgot to tell him not to call others fat.
Mr. Fatty is very generous!
The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and smiling faces circled around the little fat boy, as if he couldn't understand what he meant.
He couldn't understand what the little fat boy said, and kept calling him "fat boy" over and over again.
The fat baby waved his hands helplessly: "Okay, okay, there's nothing I can do if you want to call me Fish."
Bai Yun's smiling face became visibly happy - he smiled like a mentally retarded person.
He fluttered around the little fat boy like a butterfly.
The fat baby thinks dreaming is great because there is everything in the dream, such as the machine that improves efficiency that he wants.
He reached out and patted the machine, then said dejectedly, "You showed up too early. Even if I drained myself, I still couldn't create you."
A small person, big worries.
The five-year-old boy was a restless baby. While mumbling to himself and talking to Him, his dreams turned into the appearance of loess, and the little fat boy had a hoe in his hand.
His movements were so quick and decisive that people were stunned.
"If you're working as a family, the current straight-beam plow isn't very practical. Oxen can help with plowing, but many people don't have that much land, and they can't afford oxen!"
Hoeing the ground made him out of breath. The little guy threw away the hoe, sat on the ground and started scratching his face.
He didn't notice that the smiling face beside him trembled a few times.
The straight-beam plow and hoe that the little fat boy imagined changed their appearance.
The fat baby who was deep in thought was poked on the arm, and it felt itchy, as if there were ants crawling on it.
"I want to be alone and come play with you later." He is busy. Alas, how can he improve his efficiency?
Or let others think about it. There is a sequence in learning and everyone has their own specialization.
The force of the prodding on the arm increased. The little fat boy pursed his lips helplessly, turned his head, and advised earnestly: "Fish rarely dreams clearly. Let me think carefully--"
Before he could finish his words, he saw two tools that had changed their appearance.
"Could Yu'er really be the son of God?" The little fat boy muttered to himself, remembering what 1002 said.
With a complicated expression, he approached the two tools, which had changed their appearance but could be seen how they were used.
The hoe was shaped like a rake and looked extremely sharp, capable of easily making a hole in someone's head.
It is perfect for loosening the soil, and also makes it easier to cut weeds and till the land.
The little fat boy thought about it, and a tooth rake appeared next to the hoe rake. The teeth of the rake had larger spacing, which allowed it to penetrate deeper into the soil with less force.
"We have the tools, but ironware is not cheap. The common people can't afford such a high price. Can I ask the Ministry of Works to make them and then lend them out to families?"
He quickly dismissed the idea. Even with the population of Dazhao in the past, the court's finances could not afford so many iron tools.
Iron smelting requires a lot of physical and financial resources, and consumes a lot of pig iron.
The little fat boy remembered that Dazhao's current iron smelting technology was still at the stage of steel frying.
Although iron tools have been widely used in agriculture, it seems to be a big problem to actually implement them in every household.
The little fat boy opened the modern knowledge in his mind, but in such a big book, the rest of it was blurry.
Ding Ding would not give him messy things, but the rigid Ding Ding was different.
The little fat baby doesn't like it. Every time it bites him, he covers his ears.
There is also a difference between Ding and Ding Before.
The double-standard little fat boy said so.
"It's too difficult to govern a country. Everything requires money." The little fat boy stomped his feet and howled to the sky.
The worries are still there, but the fat baby is no longer troubled.
He focused his attention on the cloud's smiling face and waved, and the cloud floated towards him like a puppy.
"I'll forget you once I leave, right? Thank you for giving me ten years of life. I'm happy every time I see you." Straightforward words can easily touch His heart.
The white clouds suddenly turned into dark clouds, dripping with tears.
The smiling face trembled, as if she was crying.
"Hello, Fatty. I love you, Fatty." The scattered clouds gradually condensed into the shape of a smiling face, but this was not His true form.
But humans like to laugh, and laughter can bring happiness to humans.
He wants Fatty to be happy.
"You are so smart. After the straight-beam plow is turned into a curved one, it is really much more convenient to use~" In the dream, the little fat boy can do anything.
He learned to drive oxen without any instruction and experimented with the differences between two types of plows.
"Let's call it a curved plow!" The straight-beam plows of the past were difficult to turn, making plowing the land laborious and inconvenient even for oxen to pull.
And it's also very bulky.
Changing to a curved plow is not only much lighter, but also more convenient. It can adjust the depth of the plowing and save labor.
The little fat boy vaguely knew that this was the most suitable efficiency-enhancing tool he had access to at the moment.
The dream trembled slowly, as if it would collapse in the next second. He knew that he didn't have much time left here.
He poured everything he knew into the little Fatty's memory. Thinking of the existence that was eroding his body at that moment, he said worriedly, "Fatty, Fatty, be careful."
I will help you, I will give you strength and life.
Fatty must live well.
The fat baby seemed to sense His worry, so he nodded solemnly: "Fatty will be careful."
He no longer objected to this name, because the little fat boy understood that this unpleasant name already represented His love.
This was the first thing He would say.
Those injected memories lay dormant in the little fat boy's mind, waiting for the opportunity to be remembered again.
The dream was very short, so short that the little prince had just laid down.
When the others looked at each other in confusion and the queen was hesitating whether to pick up the child and move him to another place to sleep, he opened his bright eyes.
Stars gathered in his eyes, and the stinging in his palms was greatly soothed.
The little fat boy stretched out his hands and looked at the places where the blisters had appeared.
Feeling lost, he couldn't remember what he dreamed about.
But a new method to improve efficiency came to his mind.
"Fatty, be careful." He only remembered this sentence, which was so profound, as if it was imprinted in the fat baby's heart.
The little fat boy looked at his life span covered in gray, and he thought, is this something that the fish should be careful of?
If the gray marks catch up with my lifespan, will I die?
A strange idea came to his mind: before the fish died, could he stew himself for his father to eat?
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