Qi Wu had been an apprentice with Carpenter Liao for just a few years. He had a lot to say, not only making coffins.
He is the kind of person who is slow to remember things and willing to work hard. The elders said that they did not remember, but how to trim wood and plan it smooth and flat, he is definitely a master.
Some very particular people are not allowed to use a single nail, so he can make the tenon and tenon well.
The Qi brothers were tall and strong, so Qi Wu would go to the distant mountains to cut wood and drag it back to practice his skills. The tables, benches and beds in his house were all made by himself, giving them a simple and unpretentious log style.
Yan Lao'er was very satisfied, so he built a carport. It would be durable and strong without any defects, which was what he asked for.
Qi Wu was a little nervous.
He doesn't know how to carve, polish or oil, and the things he makes look silly, just like him.
Few people in the village had much contact with his family, so Yan Laoer was the first person to come to him for something.
"Brother Yan, my master is a coffin maker. Don't you... feel taboo about it?"
"Getting promoted and getting rich has such a good meaning. Come on, brother Qi Wu, take a look at the picture I drew. Can you see if you can win?" Yan Laoer didn't waste any time and directly showed the drawing.
The father and daughter teamed up to produce this masterpiece!
Qi Si and Qi Wu stood in awe.
Yan Laoer can actually draw wooden pictures?
Qi Wu said bluntly: "Brother Yan, I can't read and I can't read. Can you tell me what kind of carport you want."
Qi Wu was lucky enough to take a look at his master's drawings. There were densely packed characters, but only a little bit of them. He couldn't see them clearly or understand them.
Why don't you watch it? My daughter and I have spent so much time on it!
"Brother Qi Wu, look, the shed I want is like this. It can put heavy objects on it. It's best to be the same as the original frame. It's okay for a few people to lie on it. There is a fence around it. The fence is higher, four feet.
About.
Isn’t it quite simple, just a few pieces of wood.”
Qi Si came over and said, "Brother Yan, are you building a high-leg bed and putting it on it?"
Yan Laoer said "Huh" and took a closer look, and found that they looked quite similar.
"Yes, let's add a bed. The four legs are longer to facilitate people's activities under it. Add a fence to the bed. I want to put wheat straw, grain, iron pots, luggage, etc. on it. Do you think it's quite simple?
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Qi Wu nodded: "If you can do it, you can do it, but Brother Yan, this frame is heavy, and with the things you mentioned, it can't be pulled by a cow, right?"
"Don't use real materials, just use small wooden strips for the fence, and use boards for the bed boards, not a whole big board." Yan Laoer said.
Cutting corners.
Qi Wu understood and thought about what Yan Laoer wanted.
Don't tell me, it is indeed much lighter this way.
"Also, I have a two-wheeled bullock cart. I'm afraid it won't be stable if I put heavy objects on it, so I'll add two more wheels to make it a four-wheeled bullock cart.
Brother Qi Wu, look at this picture again. There is a small cart behind it, and a board is used to fix it between the two carts. Isn’t it all going to work together?"
Qi Si, Qi Wu:......
Qi Wu: "Brother Yan, I'm afraid it's too late to do it now. I have a larger trolley at home. I'll see if I can connect it later."
If it were another person, he wouldn't be messing around like this with Yan Laoer.
But who asked Yan Laoer to find Qi Wu, an honest man who took orders for the first time.
Not only Qi Wu and Qi Si, but also Qi Da came to help.
Yan Laoer didn't have anything else to do, so he stayed to help.
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Li Xuemei and his wife stuffed everything in the house into cloth bags last night.
It mainly consists of various seasonings. To save trouble, the salt, pepper powder and chicken essence are mixed together, and the chili powder and cumin are also put in a bag.
The latter is Yan Laoer's insistence. His daughter loves barbecue. With these two things, any kind of barbecued meat will taste delicious.
People still have to have dreams, what if one day they can realize the freedom to eat meat.
Regardless of where he came from, Lao Yan, who is a rice noodle dish, has always passed through the clear road, leaving only toilet paper and hardly seeing anyone.
It can't be exposed at all, it's too white and too dazzling.
As a result, now that their family has solved a major life issue, they still have to dig a hole to bury it themselves.
Yan Laoer smuggled a lot of wheat straw into the house, and now Li Xuemei was doing the final work of putting the wheat straw into packages to top up the amount.
There's no way, they're selling space. If you want to take something out in the future, you have to have a cover.
When Yan Yu came back jumping, he saw a lot of things in the house.
A quick look revealed that they had quite a lot of possessions.
"Did you sleep well last night?" Li Xuemei asked her daughter.
"Great! Mom, the bed is more comfortable." Yan Yu said seriously.
Li Xuemei laughed and said, "You are too lazy. Seeing that your father and I were busy, we just finished cleaning up."
Yan Yu asked smoothly: "Where is my father? Where is he going again?"
"Go to Qi's house and fight the carport you painted."
"Haha! Mom, Dad must not have had breakfast. I will bring it to him later."
"It doesn't matter if he's hungry, you can go if you want, don't take anything.
The brothers of the Qi family all seem to be sincere. If you go to deliver food, they will definitely help your father. It's not just a matter of one meal. When people in the village have guests, they always bring the best food at home to the table."
Li Xuemei took the opportunity to teach her daughter.
"I understand, I'll go there later." She suddenly thought of something, "Mom, what are the words on the bamboo slips that you can't read clearly? I'll copy them down and ask my uncle."
Li Xuemei thought for a while and asked her: "Xiaoyu, can you give the bamboo slips directly to your uncle?
That’s what I think, let’s just say that your father got it by chance. After all, Yan Laoer still has the reputation of being a scholar, so it’s not out of the ordinary.”
Yan Yu shook her head like a rattle: "Mom, this is the third bamboo slip. In the future, there will be bamboo slips one, two, and manuscripts one, two, and three... If there are more, it would be great to take them out together."
I'm just going to ask a few words now. The uncle won't notice anything. He just thinks they are obscure words written in which book. By the way, it will expose the fact that your daughter is literate.
Mom, I don’t want to be illiterate forever.”
Li Xuemei pulled her over, combed her hair again, and said softly: "Xiaoyu, you should know that this ancient woman has no chance to display her talents..."
She is worried about her daughter's psychological gap.
"Mom!" Yan Yu turned around suddenly, her eyes widened with a look of fright, "What are you talking about? You don't think I have any great ideals, do you? No, absolutely not!
I just want to be a literate person. I can read, write and draw without being surprised, just like the carport I painted with my dad. I can use my little brain to a limited extent to prevent it from getting rusty."
Li Xuemei breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Yu turned around and hugged her, her little face raised, and she said with a bright face: "Let dad raise us. He works hard to make money outside, and we are as beautiful as flowers at home, hahaha! Mom, do you think we can live like this?"
Li Xuemei couldn't hold back her laughter, "That's awesome!"