"Okay, the bathtub is ready. Now it's time to try it, it should be enough for you to play in it." Song Bo said proudly at Song Bingshou. He only took half a day to complete the bathtub today, and of course there were the help of his three blacksmiths.

"It's done? Haha, then I won't fly kites. Aye, this basin. Are you sure this is really a bathtub?" Song Bingshou hesitated when he saw the finished product of the bathtub. "Why do I look like a coffin? Yes, it's a coffin, exactly the same as the coffin of Lao Zhang's family in Dongcheng City. Aye, are you kidding me?" Song Bingshou started to complain about the shape of the bathtub again. He seemed to have forgotten who said he had to have this shape before.[]

"Coffin? What a joke? Boy is what you want to do. Do you think I am willing to make it like this? This is the shape you want. At that time, I told me confidently that I should do it like this, otherwise it would not be enough for you to play. But now you don't want it anymore? Who do you want it? Tell you, kid, if you want it, if you don't want it, you're so tired that your father is so tired, you didn't even say thank you. You pick things up." Song Bo was a little angry. He was tired for two days before he finished this thing, but the kid was not grateful and was still picking.

"I just think this coffin is a bit ugly." Song Bingshou finally spoke a little lighter. However, he was still very dissatisfied with his father's temper.

"I think it's ugly? What did you say yesterday? Do you know what you said? Don't remember? I tell you, you said you are sure you want it like this, and you said that it's too big to be too wide for you to swim. You don't want it anymore? Then you don't need it anymore, and you don't need it anymore in the future. You want to do it yourself." Song Bo was really angry, and the consequences were very serious.

"Actually..." Song Bingshou did not pay attention to Song Bo's reaction, but was still obsessed with his forehead. The bathtub was like a coffin.

"No need, this coffin has nothing to do with you. It's my place, you can play your own. Silly boy." Song Bo was really angry.

"No, I." Song Bingshou wanted to say something else.

"Ashou, stop talking, Aye is angry. Have you ever seen Aye be so angry? You did something wrong." Song Bingyan reminded Song Bingshou next to him, and Song Bo is really angry. Don't mess with him anymore.

"Ah?" Song Bingshou then raised his head and looked at Song Bo. Song Bo's face was black now. It was obvious that he was so angry. Song Bo only realized that he was too kind to this son. He was a little spoiled, which made this kid not listen to anyone now. He thought he was, who are you? A god? He didn't even listen to his father's words. Moreover, the key point was that he actually contradicted his father like this.

The most important thing is not these things, but to do such a bathtub according to his requirements, he actually said that it was no, and it was like a coffin. Song Bo was angry this time and ignored the two sons. He called his three blacksmiths and carried the coffin and left.

"Aye, where are you going?" Song Bingshou shouted loudly. He knew that Song Bo was angry. His younger brother was quite good at it. Why is it like this now? He even made Aye angry if he is fine.

"Don't go anywhere. Throw this away." Song Bo directed the three blacksmiths and walked out the door. Song Bingshou found that he really went to the big bathtub. He was very panicked. After all, he was still an eight-/9-year-old boy. It was a very terrible thing to be disgusted by his father. If he really hated him, he would lose all his light in his childhood.

"Aye, I was wrong, don't throw it away, I was really wrong." Song Bingshou ran out with his short legs and accelerated to chase Song Bo. Was he afraid that Song Bo would throw things? He was afraid that Song Bo would be really angry, just as all the children were afraid that their parents would be really angry. They were afraid that their parents would abandon them.

Song Bo and his group walked faster and faster. In a short while, they arrived at the lakeside of Dongshi. This lake accounts for one tenth of the area of ​​Dongshi. The area of ​​the lake is very large. There are also several small fishing boats next to Dongshi, who make a living by fishing.

"Wow, bang" loudly, Song Bo and three blacksmiths threw the big bathtub into the lake. Song Bo did not leave, but just ordered the other two blacksmiths to wait by the side and let the stone blacksmith go home to prepare meals. Because Song Bo might have to have dinner here today.

The iron basin was really solid. There was no sign of water leakage. It floated honestly on the lake. It was like searching for an ordinary coffin. Yes, it was like an ordinary pointed coffin floating inside the lake.

"Master, is this a ship?" Wang Blacksmith spoke very little, so small that he could not even hear it. This guy's eyes were filled with little stares staring at the bathtub. He had been fighting iron for more than 30 years. The first time he heard that the iron could float on the water. This was simply amazing.

"Master, this, this iron really floats on the water. I'm not dazzled, it's really... "Blacksmith Zhang was even more unbearable. He pointed at the iron basin and didn't know what to say. He was just so surprised and opened his mouth wide.

"I saw it, isn't it just floating? What's the fuss? Which boat has not had a few kilograms of bad nails? What's more, the bathtub! Besides, the iron floats on the water, what's so strange about it? This is not the first time you have seen it. Don't have iron on so many boats? Is it necessary to be so surprised?" Song Bo was very angry. His two blacksmiths were really too fussy. You must know that iron can float on the water, this matter is not new at all. Ancient people had known it long ago, otherwise, they wouldn't use iron nails to build ships.

Of course, building an iron ship requires a very strong imagination. In fact, what Chinese people lack the least is imagination. They can imagine their thighs when they see their hands. What else can they unimaginate? I remember there is a story about a general who crossed the river with two copper hammers. As a result, they were overweight. They had no choice but to cross the river. The general finally crossed the river with two. How did he cross the river? The answer was that he took turns to cross the river with hammers along the way. What a great imagination. You can do anything like this. What else can you not do?

Of course, Song Bo's use of the bathtub as a boat is also a great imagination.

"Aye, did you build a boat for me?" Song Bingshou was happy. He thought Song Bo was the one who built him. As a result, "The boat? Well... it's like. This is a coffin that you don't like. It's not a boat. Okay, if you want it, take it away by yourself." Song Bo really wanted to throw away the bathtub.

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