Seeing the grand occasion in Wang Chao's live stream, Ding Ding shivered as he logged into Zhang Bing's account.
To be honest, she was too embarrassed to send another private message to Wang Chao about signing the contract.
Why would Wang Chao want to sign a B-grade contract with First Streaming?
Your platform is small?
Your platform is poor?
Your platform is stingy?
Ding Ding felt that he had to think about whether he should jump ship.
However, he still had to complete the mission first. If it really didn't work out, he could dawdle with President Zhang later. Perhaps he would be willing to give a higher contract.
When Wang Chao's speed in the water reached its peak, the entire Taiji Eight Trigrams seemed to have become solid, sticking tightly to the surface of the water.
As Wang Chao's movements gradually slowed down, the Eight Trigrams Diagram also gradually melted.
When Wang Chao walked out of the pool, the surface of the water returned to normal, as if it had all been a dream.
He wiped his body and scratched the snoring little white fox.
"Little furball, wake up.”
The little white fox did not move at all. Its eyes were tightly shut, and its chubby body was curled up. It was simple and cute.
"I'm going up the mountain to look for fish to eat. If you don't get up, I'll leave first.”
When it heard the word "fish", the little white fox opened its eyes with a whoosh.
"The little foodie is so cute!"
"Hahaha, my daughter really likes to eat.”
" Is the only joy in Little Furball's life eating?"
After waking up, the little white fox looked around as if it was looking for fish.
"We haven't gone up the mountain yet. Let's go up the mountain for a walk.”
The little white fox led the way while Wang Chao followed behind with a bamboo basket on his back.
A few sturdy wild boars followed closely behind.
A gentle breeze blew past, and the sound of rustling in the bamboo forest could be heard.
Beside the bamboo forest.
Wang Chao's eyes lit up when he saw some of the slimmer bamboos, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Now, as long as they saw Wang Chao's expression, everyone could already guess what Wang Chao was going to do.
"What does Brother Chao want to do now?"
"Bamboo forest? Weaving bamboo baskets?"
"Bamboo forest? Make ditches?"
"Can you be a little more creative? Do you think Brother Chao is like you? Brother Chao won't stay the same.”
Wang Chao stepped forward and knocked on a few bamboos with his knuckles. At this moment, he was listening carefully.
Although the appearance of the bamboos was not much different, if one listened carefully, there was still some difference in the sound.
Wang Chao wanted to find some bamboo with a crisp sound.
He wanted to make a handmade bamboo flute.
"As early as 4000 years ago, in ancient times, there was a large amount of bamboo growing in the Huang River Valley. At that time, people had already started to use bamboo as a material to make flutes.”
"Firstly, compared to the bone flute, the vibration of the bamboo flute is better, and the sound is clearer and melodious. Secondly, the materials needed to make the bamboo flute are more common.”
"After all, using bones to make a flute, I keep feeling..."
Wang Chao deliberately stopped talking and smiled slyly.
"When I think of the bone flute made of bones, I get goosebumps.”
"What is this? Brother Chao means that he wants to make a bamboo flute?”
"Brother Chao wants to make his own toys again?”
" I don't think Brother Chao would brag even if he did!"
Wang Chao knocked on a few bamboos. After listening to the sound, he compared the sturdiness of the bamboos.
"To make a bamboo flute, the bamboo used should be sturdy and dry, and the bamboo joints should be as small as possible.”
"If the bamboo is not straight, you can use firewood to bake it. After the bent parts are heated up, you can put them into cold water and wait for them to cool down.”
After adjusting the bamboo, he used a chopper to cut off a section of bamboo of the length he needed.
Then, he flattened the surface.
"The most difficult step in making a bamboo flute is to compare the size and determine the tune. This is what we usually call tuning and digging holes.”
"If these two steps are wrong, then the bamboo flute will easily go out of tune.”
"Moreover, once the hole is dug wrongly, it can't be repaired.”
"But now there is a pattern to follow. There is already a fixed relationship between the pitch and the length of the bamboo joint. We just need to find it, measure it with a ruler, and then dig a hole.”
"I don't need a ruler to measure here. There should be no problem with a visual inspection.”
After saying that, Wang Chao began to dig holes with a chopper.
"Damn, Brother Chao, are you too confident?”
"Eyesight? Ruler, what use do you have for me?"
"Brother Chao, I have a hunch that you will be seriously out of tune.”
Wang Chao dug all the holes on the bamboo flute in a few moves.
Although he only used a chopper during the process, the bamboo flute was extremely exquisite.
The jade-green bamboo was like a piece of jade in Wang Chao's hand.
It was not a bamboo flute, but a jade flute.
He gently placed the bamboo flute by his mouth.
She pouted her lips slightly and a melodious tune came out of the flute.
"D * mn, Brother Chao, did you play some ancient background music?”
"I don't believe it. This flute played it!”
"You clearly saw it with your eyes, but why is your pitch so accurate?”
"Brother Chao is a decathlon."
When the leading boar heard the sound of the bamboo flute, it walked up to Wang Chao, bent its front paw, and lay on the ground.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
Although his voice was a little rough, it was not impatient.
Wang Chao glanced at the wild boar and lightly jumped up, sitting straight on the wild boar's back.
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