There is only one family that makes furniture. The reason why Fangyuan knows this is because anyone in the courtyard of the woolen textile factory who wants to make furniture has to come to him.

Although Fangyuan didn't know where his family lived, it was easy to find it. After asking a few people, Fangyuan came to the carpenter's house.

After arriving here, Fangyuan thought that she had gone to the wrong place, not because of anything else, but because the accommodation here was so good.

Director Jin, a director living in a house that was half brick and half earth, turned out to be a house made of bricks and tiles. Such a house on Qinghe Street, not to mention being one of the best, would at least be ranked high.

The two doors painted with red paint are tightly closed. Who would leave the door open in this winter!

Fangyuan went up and knocked on the door, and soon the door opened. The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man, who was stunned for a moment when he saw Fangyuan.

He probably thought someone came to him to make furniture, but he didn't expect it to be a child, as you can see from the disappointed look on his face.

"Child, what's the matter with you?"

"Hello, uncle! I want a wooden stick."

After hearing what Fangyuan said, the middle-aged man said as he closed the door: "I want the sticks to be everywhere outside."

"Wait a minute, uncle, what I want is not an ordinary stick." Fang Yuan quickly opened the door and said.

"Not an ordinary stick? What kind of stick do you want?"

"Rose sandalwood or mahogany will do."

In fact, Fangyuan doesn't know what kind of wooden stick is stronger, but he came into contact with a theater troupe in his previous life.

It is a troupe that performs Bangzi opera. The kind of clappers used in the troupe are knocked here and there every day, but there are no cracks at all.

Later, Fangyuan chatted with people from the theater troupe and found out that the best materials for making clappers are red sandalwood and mahogany, saying that these two types of wood are not easily damaged.

"Rose sandalwood? Mahogany? I said you kid really dares to think about using red sandalwood and mahogany to make sticks." The middle-aged man shook his head as he spoke.

"Uh! Is there any problem?" Fangyuan looked at the middle-aged man in confusion and asked.

When Fangyuan asked, the middle-aged man said, "Do you know what red sandalwood and mahogany are?"

"I know! Two very rare woods."

"You also know how rare it is? Why do you come to me anyway?" After speaking, the middle-aged man went to close the door again.

This time, Fangyuan did not push the door to prevent him from closing it. Instead, several tickets appeared in his hand and dangled in front of the middle-aged man's eyes.

Seeing the ticket in Fangyuan's hand, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, he pulled Fangyuan in, and then closed the door.

"How long and thick do you want to be?" After the middle-aged man closed the door, his face changed instantly.

Fangyuan likes unprincipled guys like him, because only such unprincipled guys can Fangyuan achieve his goals.

"It doesn't need to be long, just one foot, three or four feet. As for the thickness, I can hold it with my hand!" Fang Yuan stretched out his hand and said.

"Okay, no problem." After saying that, the middle-aged man took the ticket from Fangyuan's hand.

Although this middle-aged man has no principles, he still has a strong professional ethics. Of course, his lack of principles is different from others. He only lost his principles after seeing the votes.

Besides, isn't Fangyuan himself such a person? Of course, there is a premise here, that is, not to harm nature.

The most important thing is, don’t bully good people, don’t bully honest people, don’t bully ordinary people, don’t bully ordinary people.

As long as you stick to this original intention, then there will be no principles if you don’t have principles. This is the principle of Fangyuan.

Soon the middle-aged man took out a piece of wood, made some gestures, then measured it with a ruler, and started to use tools.

It only takes a few minutes! A wooden stick that is similar to the requirements of the square circle comes out. Of course, it is only rough material now.

To meet Fangyuan's requirements, very delicate processing was required. First, it was planing, and then grinding. After almost half an hour, a smooth and round wooden stick was handed over to Fangyuan.

"How about it? Let's see if it's okay?"

"Okay, okay, that's great." Fang Yuan took it in his hand and tried it, then nodded quickly and said.

This wooden stick is very heavy, at least as heavy as two rolling pins of the same size.

"Uncle, what kind of material is this?"

"For red sandalwood, I don't have any mahogany at home. If you want mahogany, wait until next spring."

"No, no, no, this is pretty good, I like it very much."

"Hahaha! Just like it." The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Fangyuan would buy mahogany.

In fact, Fangyuan really doesn't care about this. Whether it's red sandalwood or mahogany, it's all fine here.

Fangyuan really likes this red sandalwood stick that she exchanged for half a catty of meat stamps, two catties of food stamps and one catty of sugar stamps. With this thing, even if she meets Cao Qianqian again, Fangyuan won't be afraid of him.

Don’t look down on this thing as being thick, but it is heavy! If you are hit by this thing, even if it is not very hard, it will hurt for a long time.

After leaving the carpenter's house, Fangyuan walked home. Of course, not far from the carpenter's house, Fangyuan had already put away the wooden sticks.

He is a child, holding a stick in his hand. It is not good for others to see him, so it is better to put it away.

When going back, Fangyuan still passed through the woolen mill, because it was closer to home from here. In any case, he was now considered a family member of the woolen mill employees, and no one would stop him.

After coming out of the west gate, Fangyuan looked up at the sun. It was still early, so Fangyuan went to school.

There is no way, although he can not go to school now, but it is really boring to be at home alone, and he still has some things to do at school.

When Fangyuan came to school, he was still in class. He did not go to the class and walked around the school alone.

Although he is a student of this school, he has not really seen this school well, and he has not even been to some places.

Because the first grader is in the last row, that is, the row next to the gate. When he goes to school, his range of activities is between the last row and the toilet.

The school has three rows of houses, the last row is the first grade and teacher's offices. Of course, it also includes the principal's office.

The second row is for the second and third graders, and the front row, that is, the first row is for the fourth and fifth graders.

Fangyuan first came to the second row. The students were all in class. When they saw Fangyuan walking around the campus alone, everyone looked out of the windows.

Seeing this situation, a teacher came out of the classroom and said to Yuan Yuan: "This classmate, you are not in class, why are you here?"

Today's teachers are really responsible! If in future generations, the most teachers can do is to tell the students in the class not to look around, and they will never rush out to chase them away.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I'm leaving right now." They are in class, and Fangyuan can't disturb them.

Originally, he wanted to go to the first row to have a look, but it didn't work, so he might as well go back to the last row and wait for get out of class to end.

Fangyuan came to the back row and didn't let him wait long before the get out of class ended. Fangyuan came to the door of the class and shouted to the corner behind: "Fat man."

The fat man who was lying on the table quickly raised his head when he heard someone calling him. When he saw Fangyuan standing at the door, he quickly stood up.

There was a smile on his face, but this kid was relatively fat, so his smile was uglier than his cry.

Fangyuan was not at school for a while, and Fatty felt that he had no energy to do anything. He never expected that Fangyuan would come to school at this time.

"Boss." The fat man ran out and shouted, wanting to come up and hug Fangyuan.

"Get lost." Before Fatty could hug him, Fangyuan turned around and hid aside.

"Boss, why are you here at school?"

"Why can't I come to school? Don't forget that I am still a student of this school."

"Uh! That's right!" The fat man scratched his head stupidly.

"Let's go for a walk over there." Fang Yuan said, pointing to the open space next to the gate.

"Hmm!"

The two people came to the open space. Fangyuan looked around and saw that no one was there, so he took something out of his schoolbag.

The little fat man is his brother. Since we are brothers, we must share the blessings. We got so many good things this time, how could we not get a share from the fat man?

"Boss... what are you..." the little fat man said in surprise when he saw what Fangyuan took out.

"I went to the city to get some good things this time, and I brought some for you."

After speaking, Fangyuan handed a handful of White Rabbit toffee to the fat man, who quickly took it and put it in his pocket.

This kid has been playing with Fangyuan for a while, and he no longer knows what it means to be polite. He will continue to play as long as Fangyuan gives it to him.

"I won't give this to you now. I'll give it to you after school." Fangyuan took out the peach cake and put it in her schoolbag.

There's no way around it. Although this bag of peach cakes only weighs a pound, it's quite big. It would be too conspicuous for a fat man to carry it into class.

"Yeah!"

Then Fangyuan grabbed some peanuts and melon seeds and put them into Fatty's pocket. Then he patted Fatty on the shoulder and said, "You go back to class first. I'll wait for you outside."

"Boss, you don't have to wait for me. In this way, I will come to your house to find you after school."

Hearing what the fat man said, Fangyuan thought for a while and said, "That's okay, then I'll go back first and you can come find me after school."

"Okay."

After the fat man entered the class, Fangyuan also turned around and left. There was no point in being here, so he might as well go home.

After returning home, Fangyuan, who had nothing to do, glanced at the coal stove and then at the meat her mother bought in the morning. Fangyuan found something to do.

Fangyuan first took out the meat he brought back yesterday, put it together with what his mother bought in the morning, and then cut off the fat.

Put the cut lean meat aside, and Fangyuan cut the fat meat into small pieces, because it is easier to refine the oil this way.

After cutting the fat, Fangyuan took out the wok, washed it, placed it on the coal stove, opened the air vent below, and the wok heated up quickly.

Fangyuan put all the fat into the pot, and when there was a "sting" sound, Fangyuan quickly used a spatula to stir-fry.

This is just after the fat meat is put into the pot, it only takes a few minutes! A layer of lard is spread on the bottom of the pot. At this time, the fangyuan is not turning so frequently.

Soon the fat turned from white to yellow, golden, but Fangyuan knew that this was not enough. The fat must be cooked until it turns black and crispy.
Chapter completed!