When you look with your eyes open, you don't look like them at all; when you listen with your eyes closed, you look like an old person who has been in the industry for many years.
It had been several years since I had seen the old person, and the new person had been cut off. When someone suddenly appeared, I couldn't tell whether I felt happy or sad.
Wei Dongjia's eyes were filled with sadness, and he immediately slapped his leg so hard that his hand hurt and his leg felt completely numb.
He said: "Don't think so much, I'm just here to make a living." After saying this, he looked at the closed door over there.
Even if a junior is really into the industry, how talented can such a young girl be? She is just an orphan looking for a family to support her.
The shop assistant was coming over with a food box when he suddenly heard the owner's words and stopped, a little at a loss.
"Then, are you still allowed to eat this meal?" he asked in a low voice.
Wei Dongjia turned around and glared at him.
"Eat!" he said with a sneer, "if you treat people as they are, everyone will love each other!"
After that, shopkeeper Lu didn't need to push the cart, he turned the wheel hard by himself, and it went away.
Shopkeeper Lu shook his head, motioned to the store clerk to deliver the food, and walked away.
I didn’t understand what the owner said, but Rang Chi understood it, and the store clerk didn’t think much about it, and happily went to knock on the door.
"Ah Qi Xiaoqing, the meal is ready. Let's get busy after dinner."
Qixing and Qingzhi ate six meals at Ruyifang. On the fourth day, they only drank a few sips of tea and said that the wheelchair was ready and ready for the owner to try it out.
Wei Dongjia was woken up, sullen and grumbling, disturbing his sleep.
"At your age, you don't want to sleep a little longer." Shopkeeper Lu said.
Mr. Wei chuckled: "I am already at this age and in such a state. I can't even sleep peacefully. I might as well have died."
The two of them talked together, and Wei Dongjia was pushed by the boy, and they came to the room where Qixing made wheelchairs. The closed door was opened today. Wei Dongjia and shopkeeper Lu walked in for the first time - it was their shop.
But the woman borrowed it and closed the door every time she left, so they naturally didn't come in.
They don't bother to pry into other people's secret skills.
The workshop was still familiar, it was a mess, filled with wood tools, and the familiar wheelchair was still familiar. There were no carvings or fine decorations, and it even looked like it had been scratched off, making it even uglier.
Mr. Wei sneered: "Young lady is learning the art of returning to basics and returning to the true nature. If you practice something new, it will look like the old one."
Qixing looked at him and asked curiously: "Master, how can you be in charge of the craftsmen?"
Mr. Wei was stunned for a moment: "I am a carpenter, so of course I open a carpenter's workshop!"
Qixing groaned and looked at him: "I mean, why is it against the rules? How can a debater still be in charge of an industry?"
Mr. Wei was startled, but shopkeeper Lu beside him had already burst into laughter, and then burst into laughter.
Damn, you are being harsh with your words! This lady is mocking you for not being like a boss and not worthy of being in charge of a craftsman's workshop.
In their family, everyone is good at different things and does different things. Those who are good at crafts are called craftsmen, those who are good at debating are called scholars, and those who are good at martial arts are called knights. Different identities have different divisions of labor, but the industry is generally controlled by craftsmen.
This girl is young, but she knows a lot.
Mr. Wei sneered: "Stop talking nonsense, you are not qualified to judge my background. Let me see if you are qualified to be a carpenter."
After saying that, he turned the wheelchair around. Shopkeeper Lu and the servant of Mr. Wei's family worked together to help Mr. Wei onto the newly made wheelchair.
"Narrow." Wei Dongjia said, shaking his body and glancing at Qixing, "Can't you measure a person's size with your eyes?"
The girl didn't measure his size before making the wheelchair. Of course, this is nothing to the craftsmen. They can use their eyes as rulers.
Qixing didn't say anything. He smiled and extended his hand to say, "Push."
The valet took the initiative to push it.
Although the wheelchair can also rotate by itself, it is still laborious, and most disabled people do not have the strength. It is usually more convenient for someone to push it, so the wheelchair is actually more convenient for the person taking care of it, not the person being looked after.
Whether it works well or not, it is more suitable for people with strollers to try.
But Qixing stretched out his hand to stop him: "Master, do it yourself." He pointed to the handrail and said, "Push here."
Mr. Wei made a sound and pushed. When he pushed hard, there was a slight squeaking sound in his ears.
"It's so heavy, and it's a bit prickly." He said calmly, "No matter how urgent it is, you still need to polish it well."
He looked askance at the woman and mocked him for being mean and mean. Why don't you let others tell you if you don't do well?
This little woman was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and she was not tall. After he asked this question, she looked a little shorter.
Oh, I feel guilty and my shoulders are shrinking.
"Dong, Dong's house..."
This was the shout of the personal servant, and the sound was a bit strange.
Mr. Wei glanced at him, why should he feel sorry for this girl? The young man is so kind, he is liked and tolerated by others no matter what he does...
He was old, his flesh and bones were atrophied, and he sat with no legs. He was shorter than others wherever he went, and he was always looked down upon when he spoke.
After being taught a lesson by him several times, everyone looked at him wisely with their heads down and their eyes down.
At this moment, the boy looked directly at him, with his mouth wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.
What's wrong? His legs were only disabled, not disfigured. The Wei Dong family glared at the young boy, looking at him levelly, and then looking down...
Looking down?
Mr. Wei was stunned for a moment, why did he look down? Because if he didn't look down, he wouldn't be able to see the boy's eyes.
This boy was specially chosen to be tall and powerful in order to take care of him, a disabled person.
Why have you become shorter?
Wei Dongjia's eyes turned and saw Shopkeeper Lu, who was looking at him with his chin slightly raised...
The man named Lu was originally not as tall as him, but when he was in a wheelchair, he found opportunities to humiliate him and often deliberately lowered his head to look down on him.
Why are you willing to hold your head up now?
"Old Wei——" Shopkeeper Lu shouted tremblingly, "You, you stand up!"
Stand up?
Wei Dongjia couldn't help but look down, and what he saw was not the pair of unconscious legs, but the ground.
How long has it been since he saw the ground? In the past, when he looked at it, it was blocked by his legs.
The ground is so high!
"I, I, stood up?" he said hoarsely, subconsciously looking at the girl aside, "What should I do?"
Qixing raised his chin slightly and said, "Then let's move forward."
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Ruyifang has a front hall dedicated to entertaining guests.
Although the furniture and utensils are special, most guests come directly to see the actual objects in the warehouse, but some people want to see pictures, especially the women. Compared with men who like to see the physical objects and touch the materials, they prefer to see pictures.
Look at the patterns.
Good tea is prepared in the front room and snacks are always kept fresh.
A shop assistant looked at the snacks on the tray, wondering when they had been delivered, as if it was yesterday, and whether there was any smell. He went up to take a whiff, and heard a rolling sound in his ears.
Before I even raised my head, I heard someone coughing heavily.
"No stealing!"
The store clerk was startled, and when he looked around, he saw a pair of eyes peeking out of the lattice window at the back, and he even let out a frightened ouch.
Before he could speak, a rumbling sound was heard, and his eyes left the window.
The store clerk stared blankly and saw a man standing in a strange wooden wheelchair.
It's a wheelchair, right?
Although this wheelchair looks very strange, people are not sitting on it, but standing on it. As the hand shakes the armrests and the wheels roll, people move around as if they were taking steps.
Walked past the window, walked through the foyer, and headed toward the backyard.
"My boss really scared me to death," the store clerk said.
Another clerk peeked out from the side door and looked at the man's retreating figure: "I've seen my boss more in the past two days than in the past five years combined."