After demonstrating the "cloth" made of a small piece of steel rings, Xu Qing took a pen and paper and drew a concept map. After that, he turned off the camera and looked up to see Jiang He holding his chin and watching him.
Only Jiang He would find such a boring thing interesting …
Xu Qing did not continue to use the pliers to pinch the steel ring. Instead, he opened the software and edited the video that he had just shot. He doubled the speed of the parts that needed to be doubled and edited the parts that needed to be edited. The ten-minute video was shortened to about five minutes. Only then did he upload it to "Idle Lord Qing" and send a copy of the link to Jiang He.
Jiang He didn't like to use Penguin. Instead, she liked WeChat. Her WeChat username and profile picture were also the same as Penguin, "Dancing in the Air". Sometimes, when he saw Jiang He sitting there with her hair down, the sunlight shining in through the window made her look bright. Xu Qing felt that this name was very suitable for her.
"Are you going to do a live broadcast too?"
Jiang He saw Xu Qing pinching the steel rings together in the video and explained how to make them into sleeves. She suddenly had a guess.
It's good to turn one's hobby into a career … She suddenly understood what Xu Qing always emphasized about doing what he liked.
If she could earn money while learning to cook, it would be equivalent to not paying tuition fees and could rely on it to support herself. She felt happy just thinking about it.
"This is not a live broadcast. A live broadcast is to turn on the camera and let people watch me do it. It's not a video recording."
"I can do it that easily." Jiang He watched the video and ran over to take Xu Qing's pliers to try. She asked with some expectation, "Can I do it?"
"You …"
Xu Qing thought for a moment and said, "Yes, but I don't recommend it."
"Why?"
"Because you only know how to make clothes. You don't know anything else about making videos. It's equivalent to doing manual labor for me. Even if you make clothes, you won't learn anything. You can only practice your strength."
"Oh …" Jiang He watched as Xu Qing continued to pinch the steel ring with the pliers. He didn't try to do it for him anymore. He took two steps back and sat on the sofa to continue observing him.
Now, Xu Qing looked like the Minister of the Ministry of Justice in the video, who specialized in doing messy things and looked very serious.
The idle Lady Qing … really fits the bill.
If she came to help, it would be a lot faster. But just like what Xu Qing said, it would be a waste of time. Even if the clothes were made, they could only be kept at home. No one would wear this damn thing out. At most, they could only take a few photos.
But he could make it into a video and make this kind of thing meaningful. Why was that?
Jiang He asked as he thought about it.
"What you need is to develop various concepts, knowledge, theories, and the ability to learn and solve problems systematically." Xu Qing replied bluntly, "This kind of ability is not innate. It needs to be learned. I went to school, but you didn't."
"It seems to be very powerful."
"Well, I can roughly know where my lower limit is in the future, and I can accept it. This is the power of knowledge. I know my destiny and am happy to be free."
Xu Qing shook his hand. It was not very strenuous for him to pinch the pliers for a long time. It was just that his hand, which often pressed on the keyboard, was a little uncomfortable holding the pliers for a long time.
He looked up at the ignorant Jiang He, thought for a moment, and said, "If you are willing to stay at home and do the laundry and take care of the children, you don't have to study so hard. I can work hard to raise you."
"Like raising White Gourd?" Jiang He tried hard to ignore the words "take care of the children." She knew that if she objected, Xu Qing would definitely use some irrefutable words to fool her.
"It's not the same. White Gourd is a waste. You still have to work, and after you work, you will be …"
"Be what?"
"Be what?" Xu Qing smiled and continued to pick up the pliers, but he did not pinch it. Instead, he looked at Jiang He, trying to see if she understood some common sense from her face.
According to common sense, it seemed that in ancient times, people did not understand this before they got married. It was only when they got married that they would be thrown a pornographic book by their family or dragged into a small dark room to be taught.
Unfortunately, Xu Qing could not see anything. Jiang He just stared at him with her eyes wide open. It was hard to tell if she was nervous or something else. Her long hair fell down, and she looked a little cute.
He shrugged and continued to pinch the iron hoop. He said, "Stop looking. If you have time, read more books. The ability to learn and educate yourself is very important. If you develop the habit of reading, you will become different."
"Okay."
Jiang He did not want him to raise her. She had to raise herself. She could not be as stupid as White Gourd, who ate and slept every day …
White Gourd walked through the middle of the living room with elegant steps. Seeing Xu Qing holding a pile of iron hoop pliers, he wisely did not approach. He just glanced at the two stupid two-legged beasts with disdainful eyes, and then jumped to the computer table and lay down.
It was only half the afternoon, and the sky was still bright. It was still a long time before dinner.
"Is it useful to read these books?" Jiang He asked, holding A Brief History of Time. Although she did not understand this book, she still knew the meaning of it after reading it hundreds of times.
"Read it if you want to. The important thing is to develop the habit of reading."
"Got it."
"Read it carefully. The biggest difference between a scholar and a non-scholar is that if you don't read, you can only blame yourself. If you read, you can blame heaven and earth, blame society, but not yourself."
Xu Qing thought of a joke and couldn't help but laugh.
Although he could accept the fact that Jiang He was illiterate, if possible, it would be better for her to become smarter. No matter who it was, it would be very useful.
Xu Qing worked all the way until night fell and the sleeve was the size of a palm. Only then did he put down his work and put away the pliers and the steel ring. He took out his phone and looked at it. There was a voice message from Qin Hao on his WeChat. It had not been long.
"What the f * ck, you are really making armor?!"
"Can you make it? Make it bigger and let me wear it! "
"Amazing!"
There was excitement in Qin Hao's voice. This was what they had imagined in the past. They even thought of using a hammer to make an Iron Man — but that was more difficult, so Xu Qing did not plan to do it.
After listening to Qin Hao's message, Xu Qing was a little puzzled. He pressed the talk button and sent a voice message.
"You still follow me every day?"
"Yes, as soon as I came back, I saw my dad holding his phone and watching your videos. He even asked me what you were doing, so I saw it." Qin Hao replied quickly.
"Why would your dad watch my videos?" Xu Qing was even more puzzled.
Could it be that Qin Maocai was holding his phone and watching the stupid website every day? … That was too f * cked up.
The old man had found a new hobby.
"Your dad taught my dad. Be careful when you send videos. They watch you often." Qin Hao couldn't hide the gloating in his voice. After a while, he made a call.
"I got off work today and passed by the bench in the neighborhood. I saw my dad and your dad sitting together. One was watching dancing, and the other was looking at antiques. Your dad was finding fault with them … No, I really didn't know that your dad was also an internet troll. He was muted by so many people."
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Xu Qing didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Well, the strange face in the comments section who often commented "more" and argued with Xu Wenbin was probably Qin Maocai.
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