Next, another shocking scene occurred.

The mecha man stood up and stepped out of the kitchen door in one step, the already crumbling door frame fell apart, and a wall collapsed by the way, and several people in the room were busy covering their mouths and noses to prevent inhaling dust, and they were afraid of being hit by the falling beam, so they hurriedly ran into the yard and found a safe place to hide.

The mecha man was unaware of the chaos caused by himself, walked to a big locust tree that had grown for decades, thrust his right hand shield into the mud, pry the solid roots, and then hugged the big tree with both arms, and shook it twice to pull it up from the mud.

The mecha man was busy with his own work as if no one was around, and the people around him watched as if they were watching a wonderful performance that was rare in a century, and no one could bear to disturb him.

I saw him stretch out two mechanical hands from his shield, first three times and five by two, and quickly break off the unused branches, and pile up a pile of branches and leaves in the courtyard, and the men were happy, which saved them several days of hard work of chopping wood.

The rest of the bare trunk is the material that the mecha man wants. His manipulator that folded branches turned into a cutting tool again, huhula and cut and polished, dazzling to watch. The guy and Huang Zhao couldn't help but applaud loudly, as if they were watching a juggling show on the street.

It didn't take much effort, but I could drink about half a cup of tea, and then look at the trunk with a diameter of nearly one zhang, which had been divided into several large pieces of different shapes, both circular and cylindrical, all of which were various parts of the puppet's body.

At this point, the puppeteer's process is half completed, and the body parts need to be connected. The mecha man "Galala" turned his rusty neck, looked around, stepped over to an uncollapsed corner of the eaves, and dragged down a string of lanterns.

The rope on which the lantern was hung was quite solid, and the rope was painted to prevent fire.

He was very satisfied with the rope string, took it back and cut it into a cut according to the need, and after drying, the manipulator turned from scissors to a drill, drilling round holes in the polished wood.

The mecha man seemed clumsy and sluggish, but he was far more flexible than mortals in his work, Xue Jin stood beside Su Lie and was stunned, he couldn't believe that the mecha man who made the movements as smooth as flowing water was an "iron shelf" that had been in the kitchen for so many years.

Thinking back to the past, when he followed behind the mecha man, he could see the back of the thing clearly, and although it was rusty all over, he could also see the large bump that had been repaired, making him look like a towering Luo pot. Just because of the patch on his back, he not only lost his heroic momentum, but also looked ridiculous like a clown. The reason why he crouched in the graveyard and mistook himself for a steel grave bag was precisely because of the "Luo Pot". Later, the mecha man refused to stand up, and kept walking on the ground, so much so that people thought that his shape was an iron mass.

Su Lie was not as surprised as Xue Jin, and only watched this big drama with relish. He kept smiling and nodding, as if every movement of the mecha man was confirming the idea in his head. Unfortunately, everyone's attention was focused on the mecha man's mechanical hands and shield, and no one noticed the rich changes in his expression.

The process of making dolls is not complicated, but ordinary craftsmen also need drawings to make them, but the mecha man does not look at anything, and does not even need time to pause for a moment to think, giving people the impression that he has made countless similar dolls, so that practice makes perfect.

The wooden parts are hollowed out, and then skillfully strung with ropes, and a humanoid puppet appears in the courtyard. But that's not enough, to make this thing look lifelike, you have to paint its face.

It was only then that the mech stopped. No one could see what he was thinking, so he waited quietly.

The mecha man is actually reminiscing, as long as he is given a brush and a dish of paint, he can freely depict Danqing, of course, not a landscape painting, but the puppeteer's facial features, and the naughtiness revealed in the facial features.

He was nostalgic for a cute little face that remained in his memory, on which only his eyes and mouth could move, but from time to time he screamed and laughed when his pranks succeeded......

That face belonged to Luban No. 7, and the mecha man was thinking: Brother, after so many years, have you come back to life? Where are you now?

At this point in the production of the puppeteer, Su Lie thought that he needed to remind Xue Jin, so he turned his head and said to him: "Shopkeeper Xue, do you have watercolor paint or something like that, and use it for this mecha brother?" ”

"Oh? Oooh oh! Xue Jin woke up and hurriedly instructed the men to prepare. The most proficient of the three is also wooden, patronizing and tilting his head to see the freshness, waiting for the boss to wake up as if from a dream, and going to Zhang Luo with his teeth and claws.

After a while, the paint was fetched, and Su Lie looked at it intently, almost laughing. So which is the watercolor painting? It is clearly the juice extracted from fruits and vegetables and used to color the dish......

The mecha man didn't care about this, and put something like a rubber case on his sharp, hard fingers, dipped in paint and began to draw.

Eyebrows, eyes, nose......

At each point of drawing, the mechs had to stop and rest, as if drawing was more tiring than cutting wood. But only Su Lie understood him, knowing that he was missing someone, perhaps the owner of the face that appeared under his fingers. However, who that person was, Su Lie really couldn't guess.

After painting the face, it is the clothes. The mecha man drew a small yellow shirt for the puppet, with a thin belt around his waist, which looked extremely cute and interesting. It seemed to be a child of five or six years old, but he had a weapon in his left and right hands. The weapon is like a cannon and a gun, and I can't see it specifically. Su Lie didn't know if the mecha man deliberately didn't make the specific shape of the weapon, or if he couldn't recall that for a while, in short, he could be sure that the puppeteer really existed, and left a deep imprint on the mecha man's past life.

Although the mecha man did the work quickly, it took an hour to complete the entire production of the little puppeteer. When the puppets stood in the middle of the courtyard like living people, and everyone was amazed, it was already the time when the sun was setting and they had to return home.

Xue Jin walked around the puppet twice, and the usually serious old man couldn't hide his love. It's also strange that this puppet is really vivid, and whoever sees it has to come over to take a look or touch it.

The mecha man let out a long breath, and finally spoke: "Boss Xue, I will give Xiao Qi to you, from now on, Xiao Qi will guard the Zhenxiang Restaurant on my behalf, and there will be no more thorn pedes to attack, so you can rest assured and boldly continue to operate!" I wish you a prosperous business for generations to come! ”

"Yo, mecha people are still so good at talking!" Xue Jin was even more impressed with him, but he was deeply moved, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only nod vigorously, and there were tears in his sunken old eyes.