"Ah? Uncle Wang?"
Hearing the sudden sound, Xia Yue slowly turned her head and then saw Wang Shanhai's mask that looked like Bajie.
I asked subconsciously.
Hearing this, Wang Shanhai paused for a moment. He had originally wanted to emphasize once again his identity as "Brother Wang" and infiltrate the enemy.
But she thought a little about the possible relationship between herself and Xia Yue.
He instantly felt that his uncle was much better than Brother Wang. At least there wouldn't be any generational issues in the future.
"Ah, it's me. What are you busy with here?" Wang Shanhai nodded slightly, trying to make his tone as soothing and kind as possible.
Xia Yue pointed to a pile of canvas behind him and sighed: "You can see that we are preparing the tent."
"We in Class 9 followed Teacher Ren's instructions and did not bring anything except water."
"But later we found that if we didn't have a tent, we might have to sleep on the bus at night."
"At present, the only thing that can be used to make tents is these canvases, but we have never been able to sew them together properly, and we still have no idea."
As he spoke, Xia Yue's mood became noticeably depressed.
"I don't know if I can finish it in the dark. I have no idea what Teacher Ren was thinking. He gave me such a difficult question right from the start..."
"Old Ren probably wants you to master more survival skills." Wang Shanhai continued following Xia Yue's words.
"Besides, your teacher Ren didn't really ignore you. Didn't he let me help you set up the tent?"
As he spoke, Wang Shanhai patted his chest, as if there was nothing he couldn't solve.
"Really?" Xia Yue's eyes lit up, and her tone revealed strong anticipation.
"Of course~" Wang Shanhai nodded with a smile, then walked to the pile of canvas, squatted down and began to look at it, while constantly thinking about the frame of the tent in his mind.
To be honest, although Wang Shanhai was a little anxious about making a fire, he needed to seek help from Ren Yan.
But he is still somewhat confident about the tent.
As a well-known entrepreneur, Wang Shanhai’s daily social engagements often include traveling to various places.
Outings, fishing, and golf are all common activities.
I have lived in countless tents and RVs.
Although the house is usually set up by my subordinates, I can just move in and be done with it.
But after seeing so much, Wang Shanhai naturally had some experience.
And it’s worth mentioning that Ren Yan’s selection of canvases is actually very good. Not only are they waterproof, but each piece of canvas has a few strands of silk threads falling down the edge. It is obvious that they were specially chosen to make it easier for students to set up tents.
It's definitely not the kind of person who does whatever he wants without any consideration.
"How did you build it before?" After looking at it for a while, Wang Shanhai turned around and looked at Xia Yue and others.
Xia Yue and the others looked at each other and said, "We plan to use wire to connect these canvases into a triangle or square, and then use wire to support it from the inside, and finally smash the corners into the soil."
"Can..."
"But you can't even make the initial connection, right?"
Before Xia Yue finished speaking, Wang Shanhai started laughing.
"In fact, your general idea and route are fine, but you have overestimated the role of the wire."
"If you want to connect all these canvases with wire, you will need at least a pair of large pliers so that the canvas can be completely fixed."
"Otherwise, the tent will fall apart immediately if there is any disturbance."
"And even if you can barely build it this way, it will definitely look ugly, and the effect will not be as good as sewing it directly with nylon rope."
At the end, Wang Shanhai kindly gave a solution.
"But there isn't even a needle in the sundries that Teacher Ren bought. We can't use wire as a needle..."
However, the next moment, a classmate interrupted his guess and gave him a blank look.
The meaning of that expression was very clear.
Uncle, although we don't know much about this area, we still understand the basic logic. Could you please not give such a naive solution?
After saying this, the other students, including Xia Yue, looked at Wang Shanhai with some suspicion.
The originally expectant look began to change towards "Can you do it?"
Wang Shanhai's face froze instantly, and he felt extremely melancholy.
Damn, it turns out that not everyone can be a teacher. If you’re not careful, you’ll get the cold shoulder from your students.
And Ren Yan is such a scoundrel. Why can’t he even afford to buy a needle for the children?
Don’t you know that doing everything with bare hands like this really tests your overall quality? !
Fortunately, all of Wang Shanhai's inner thoughts and expressions were hidden under the mask, and Xia Yue and others did not see it, otherwise he would never be able to get rid of the label of "no good".
"Cough cough..." After adjusting his mentality slightly, Wang Shanhai quickly coughed twice, quickly changed the topic, and started to explain from another angle.
"Since there is no needle, we have to do it the way of splicing."
"Splicing?" Xia Yue and others were confused.
"Yes, splice!" After seeing the students' state return to normal, Wang Shanhai nodded:
"Most tents on the market now are divided into integrated and detachable types."
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