City: My Little Prodigy

Lin Jiayao always felt that her uncle was already an almighty gifted child.

Unexpectedly, even the videos made by hand are directly popular!

This level of ability really doesn't matter.

For a while, it wasn't just Lin Jiayao.

Qin Baoer and Wang Xiaoyu looked at Shen Lang with dazed eyes.

"Uncle...you, you are too amazing!"

"You tell me, what else is there that you won't?"

"I've been playing for so long and I've never had so many comments!"

Wang Xiaoyu also stretched out Bai Nen's little hand and gently tugged Shen Lang's sleeve.

Her eyes shone like little stars.

Looking at the look in Shen Lang's eyes, it's called worship.

Pointing to the lines of praise on the screen.

She said with some envy.

"uncle···"

"I also want to perform national quintessence culture."

"You also let me learn Huangmei Opera, okay?"

"How tiring to learn this."

"Uncle back to buy you some ancient clothes, you go to learn the piano."

Touching Xiaoyu's head, Shen Lang said.

"This is also the quintessence of culture, and it will definitely be very popular."

"Um!"

Wang Xiaoyu nodded happily.

"Uncle is the best!"

"..."

Seeing this scene, Lin Jiayao on the side coughed.

"Uncle...that, me too..."

Qin Baoer also walked over with a smile.

While rubbing Shen Lang's shoulders, he said softly.

"Uncle, I also want to..."

"Nothing, what do you think?"

Shen Lang's eyes widened.

"Don't study?"

"No exams?"

"Go, go, read your book."

"Go and see right away, uncle, don't be angry."

Lin Jiayao stuck out her tongue and said quickly.

"By the way, uncle, I saw that you wrote the first episode."

"What are you going to ask Xiaobao to do in the next episode?"

"Do you want to continue singing the Huangmei opera?"

"You don't have to worry about it."

Shen Lang smiled slightly.

"Don't you want to go to study soon, do you want to be spanked?"

"Don't! I, I'm going right now..."

"..."

In fact, Shen Lang has already thought about what to perform next.

National style, in fact, represents a lot of things.

It's not just limited to nationalism.

Rather, it is in the daily life of some celestial dynasties.

Traditional culture passed down from generation to generation.

For example, paper-cut window decorations like the Spring Festival, or even a gala.

It can be said to be national style.

Taking out his phone, Shen Lang glanced at what he ordered yesterday.

A smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

･･･

I practiced Huangmei Opera for a day.

At night, Wang Xiaobao couldn't bear it any longer.

"Uncle, when can we go to the show?"

"I really have memorized all Huangmei operas."

"It tastes absolutely fine, you don't have to worry about it."

"Don't worry, I will arrive tomorrow."

"Let you learn the same traditional techniques."

Shen Lang smiled and said.

"You'll love it then."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaobao's eyes lit up.

Still learning something new?

Then his performance will definitely be welcomed by more people!

Thinking about it this way, Wang Xiaobao's expectations are even stronger.

The next afternoon, just as Wang Xiaobao finished writing a page of ancient poetry, the door was knocked.

"Uncle, the courier is here!"

With a shout, he quickly ran to the door and opened it.

The next second, Wang Xiaobao's expression suddenly froze.

Everyone was stunned.

I saw that the courier was carrying an extremely long package in his hands.

He is more than two heads taller than Wang Xiaobao.

I go!

What the hell is this?

Wang Xiaobao's expression suddenly became a little frightened.

What the hell did Shen Lang buy!

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a serious thing!

"Hello kid, are there any adults at home?"

At this moment, the courier in front of him said.

"This item needs to be signed in person."

For some reason, a bad premonition flashed in Wang Xiaobao's heart.

Shaking his head, he said quickly.

"I, there are no adults in my family right now."

"Then... why don't you go back first and deliver it another day."

Having said that, Wang Xiaobao wanted to close the door.

The next second, Shen Lang's voice came over.

"Xiaobao, who said there were no adults at home?"

"···uncle···"

After being caught, Wang Xiaobao shrank his head in a guilty conscience.

"Are you sure this is what you bought?"

"This size seems a little wrong..."

Glancing at the package in the courier's hand, Shen Lang nodded.

"Yes, that's it."

"Please move your things in, I'll sign for it now."

Seeing such a small child sign for the delivery, the courier was taken aback.

said hesitantly.

"Are there any older elders?"

"Don't worry about it, I'm the oldest here."

"I'll take care of something."

Hearing this, the courier didn't know what to say.

After putting down the courier and letting Shen Lang sign for it, he left.

"Uncle, what did you buy?"

"So much movement?"

Hearing the voice, Lin Jiayao and Qin Baoer also came over curiously.

Seeing such a long package on the ground, the two of them were stunned.

"uncle···"

"Did you come back from buying a house beam?"

"Are you two free?"

Shen Lang's eyes widened and he waved.

"Come and help unpack."

"Oh···"

Within minutes, the strange package was unpacked.

I saw something like a longbow lying on the ground.

On the side, there is what looks like a large wooden paperclip.

The rest are just some wooden hammers, shovels, wooden discs, etc...

After looking at it for a long time, Lin Jiayao's expression suddenly became very dazed.

"Uncle, what are you buying?"

"Why does it look like there's going to be a war?"

"It's a wooden bow and a wooden hammer...and a shield."

"You don't want Xiaobao to learn ancient military exercises, right?"

Hearing this, Qin Baoer gestured the length of the wooden bow.

Some said in disbelief.

"Then the bow is too long?"

"It's almost as tall as me, and it's a little hard to hold, let alone draw a bowstring."

Hearing what the two of them said, Wang Xiaobao suddenly felt a little frightened.

Shen Lang's beating skills, he has deeply felt it.

If this is a soldier...

He couldn't get out of bed for three days without being beaten!

After swallowing, Wang Xiaobao asked cautiously in the next second.

"Uncle, what are you asking me to learn?"

"Seeing that you don't know each other, my uncle is still very disappointed."

Shen Lang spread his hands and said regretfully.

"Actually, these tools are used to play cotton!"

"Playing cotton?"

Wang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and her eyes became even more curious.

"Why play cotton?"

"How to play with these tools?"

"You'll see soon."

Touching Wang Xiaoyu's head, Shen Lang glanced at Wang Xiaobao.

A bright smile appeared.

"Xiaobao, starting today, you will start learning how to play cotton!"