Ding Yi and the others didn't know that the mud they threw out with their branches almost hit Ma Dazhuang. After all, there was a forest blocking Ma Dazhuang, so it was normal that they couldn't see it.

But they noticed the distance from the mud to throw. Although it was not very accurate, I was too far behind when I threw my head with my hand, but the distance was really far enough.

"I'm going, it's so far!"

Ding Yi couldn't help but sigh, the distance from the mud was thrown out surprised him.

Wang Zhijun was also surprised. He didn't expect to throw it out. He thought that he would run out a little further than before, but he didn't expect that he would throw it a hundred meters away.

Wang Zhijun looked at the willow branches taken from Ding Yi again. He shook them on his hands again, and then made a new discovery. So he said, "I understand, this is not the softer the branches, the better the elasticity, the further they will be thrown. It still needs to have a certain hardness. It is too soft and cannot be used to force it."

Ding Yi did not go to the relatively thick branch that Wang Zhijun wanted to take away by Wang Zhijun. Seeing that Wang Zhijun had thrown so far, he wanted to give it another try. So he picked up the relatively thin branch that Wang Zhijun had thrown on the water again.

"Does it really take hardness to get farther away?"

Ding Yi pulled a little mud over with this doubt. He first pinched the mud in his hand a few times, and then he inserted it to the top of the thin branches, and then pinched it a few times with his hands. You wrapped it tightly around one end of the thin branches.

At this moment, Ding Yi found that the mud was too big, and the straight strip that he had pressed was bent down after he just started to press. So he used his hand to pick out more than half of the mud on it.

Ding Yi was trying it out and found that there was still a little bit of mud, so he dug out the mud on it and made only one egg on it, which was slightly smaller.

There is no mud left. I bent the fine and soft branches a lot, but when I put them horizontally, the other end will be bent.

Ding Yi felt that this was feasible, so he raised the branches, then learned from Wang Zhaojun's previous actions, left the branches behind you first, and then threw them forward with force.

Seeing Ding Yi's actions, Wang Zhijun said to Ding Yi: "That branch is too soft and cannot be far away!"

As soon as Wang Zhaojun finished speaking, Ding Yi had already thrown the mud out.

The mud that fell out was beyond Wang Zhijun's expectations. Your father did not fly very close as he imagined, or flew upwards, and even threw it forward after flying out of a certain height.

Because the mud is very small, it is not clear to see when it flies far away, but Wang Zhijun still found that the small mud that was thrown out by Ding Yi actually reached the forest in the distance. Perhaps because of his small reason, they felt that the little mud flew further away.

Ding Yi was also very surprised. He didn't expect that Wang Zhijun had not thrown out much with this branch before. When he used it, he threw it out so far. The distance was simply multiplied by several times.

Wang Zhijun was even more surprised than Ding Yi. He said, "This shouldn't be the case. I just tried it. This branch is obviously too soft and can't get it far. Why does it make you different when you get to your hands? Could it be that this branch doesn't match me?"

At this time, Zhang Qian came over with a branch that was neither thick nor thin. He said to Wang Zhijun: "What's wrong with this? Don't you understand it yet?"

Wang Zhijun asked back, "I understand what, I am still confused now. What's going on? Who knows?"

Zhang Qian said: "You didn't notice that there was any difference between the mud you and Ding Yi and the others thrown out?"

Wang Zhijun thought for a moment, then he looked back at the place where Ding Yi went to the mud before, and then he said, Oh, the mud I took was different. I took it from under the root of the tree, and he took it there. It was probably because the mud was soft and hard.

Zhang Qian sighed and said, "Although this mud is not taken from the same place, the distance is not far. To put it bluntly, it is still a piece of soil in the same place. How can it be different in hardness? Didn't you expect that the mud is different in size?"

Ding Yi and the others didn't know that the mud they threw out with their branches almost hit Ma Dazhuang. After all, there was a forest blocking Ma Dazhuang, so it was normal that they couldn't see it.

But they noticed the distance from the mud to throw. Although it was not very accurate, I was too far behind when I threw my head with my hand, but the distance was really far enough.

"I'm going, it's so far!"

Ding Yi couldn't help but sigh, the distance from the mud was thrown out surprised him.

Wang Zhijun was also surprised. He didn't expect to throw it out. He thought that he would run out a little further than before, but he didn't expect that he would throw it a hundred meters away.

Wang Zhijun looked at the willow branches taken from Ding Yi again. He shook them on his hands again, and then made a new discovery. So he said, "I understand, this is not the softer the branches, the better the elasticity, the further they will be thrown. It still needs to have a certain hardness. It is too soft and cannot be used to force it."

Ding Yi did not go to the relatively thick branch that Wang Zhijun wanted to take away by Wang Zhijun. Seeing that Wang Zhijun had thrown so far, he wanted to give it another try. So he picked up the relatively thin branch that Wang Zhijun had thrown on the water again.

"Does it really take hardness to get farther away?"

Ding Yi pulled a little mud over with this doubt. He first pinched the mud in his hand a few times, and then he inserted it to the top of the thin branches, and then pinched it a few times with his hands. You wrapped it tightly around one end of the thin branches.

At this moment, Ding Yi found that the mud was too big, and the straight strip that he had pressed was bent down after he just started to press. So he used his hand to pick out more than half of the mud on it.

Ding Yi was trying it out and found that there was still a little bit of mud, so he dug out the mud on it and made only one egg on it, which was slightly smaller.

There is no mud left. I bent the fine and soft branches a lot, but when I put them horizontally, the other end will be bent.

Ding Yi felt that this was feasible, so he raised the branches, then learned from Wang Zhaojun's previous actions, left the branches behind you first, and then threw them forward with force.

Seeing Ding Yi's actions, Wang Zhijun said to Ding Yi: "That branch is too soft and cannot be far away!"

As soon as Wang Zhaojun finished speaking, Ding Yi had already thrown the mud out.

The mud that fell out was beyond Wang Zhijun's expectations. Your father did not fly very close as he imagined, or flew upwards, and even threw it forward after flying out of a certain height.

Because the mud is very small, it is not clear to see when it flies far away, but Wang Zhijun still found that the small mud that was thrown out by Ding Yi actually reached the forest in the distance. Perhaps because of his small reason, they felt that the little mud flew further away.

Ding Yi was also very surprised. He didn't expect that Wang Zhijun had not thrown out much with this branch before. When he used it, he threw it out so far. The distance was simply multiplied by several times.

Wang Zhijun was even more surprised than Ding Yi. He said, "This shouldn't be the case. I just tried it. This branch is obviously too soft and can't get it far. Why does it make you different when you get to your hands? Could it be that this branch doesn't match me?"
Chapter completed!