Chapter 1075: Does koi bring blessing or disaster (27)
How to use it, Zihua also figured out, it is concentration. Luo Genshan likes woodworking to the point where he can focus and forget himself. Concentration allows him to unconsciously use his soul power and inject emotion into his works.
The same goes for Hua Qiuniang.
Luo Genshan came into contact with carpentry when he was eleven or twelve years old when he went to learn crafts from a master. Hua Qiuniang fell in love with bamboo weaving skills as long as she could remember because it was a family skill.
Compared with Luo Genshan's carpentry work, Hua Qiuniang's bamboo weaving utensils are more original, and she usually makes them however she wants.
In the simple preparation process of dividing bamboo into bamboo strips, the chatty Hua Qiuniang would laugh and joke with Zihua, and teach her step by step various weaving methods and how to make the shape of the utensil the way she likes.
When it was time to formally weave an utensil, Hua Qiuniang did not say a word, concentrating entirely on the weaving, often showing a joyful smile while weaving.
The utensils she weaves sometimes bring a sense of joy and sometimes joy.
It's one thing to understand it, but it's another thing to do it. Zhihua can imitate the works of her masters exactly, but she can't imitate the emotion injected into them.
Put this aside.
The works of Luo Genshan and Hua Qiuniang were not perfect. Let Zihua do it. She believed that she could make it more perfect. However, even the imperfect works of the two masters made people feel just right.
Zihua was a little confused about how to get it just right.
Just keep observing and practicing more.
Luo Genshan finished chiseling the best mortise and tenon, put down what he was doing, and then relieved his concentration. He glanced at Hua Qiuniang out of habit, and saw Hua Qiuniang pinching the honey cake with only one bite left.
Put it in your mouth.
He looked down at Hua Qiuniang, "Qiuniang, why are you making honey cake again?"
After hearing this, Hua Qiuniang didn't put it down, but quickly ate the remaining honey cake into her mouth, chewed it a few times, and then she said confidently, "Why can't I do it? Why, I
Do you have any opinions on making honey cakes for Rouwazi?"
Zihua knew that she was a tool person, so she became a quiet tool person.
As soon as Hua Qiuniang straightened things out, Luo Genshan couldn't get any stronger, couldn't straighten his face, and his words became softer, "You can do it, but you can't eat more. If you eat too much, you will feel uncomfortable in your stomach for a long time.
Didn't you feel uncomfortable for two days last month?"
Hua Qiuniang had no idea how she would eat more honey cakes in front of Luo Genshan. Her proud wrinkles smoothed out several times, "You don't know this? Rouwazi said, she can make some pills for me to take."
After taking the pill, it doesn’t matter how much sweet you eat.”
Luo Genshan looked at Yuhua disapprovingly.
Yu Hua could no longer be a quiet tool, so she denied and admitted, "I didn't say it wouldn't matter how much sweet food I eat in the future. I only said that I won't get stomachaches again after taking the pills."
Since she became a master, she wanted to keep her two masters in good health. Luo Genshan's health was better than that of ordinary people, and Hua Qiuniang had some stomach problems, which were related to her love of sweets.
Word spread that Juhua could set bones, and people generally thought that she had some medical skills. However, Juhua did not want to be a doctor, so she told the public that she only knew how to set bones. She told her two masters that she had read many medical books since she was a child and knew how to do it.
A little medical skill paved the way for her to make pills for Hua Qiuniang.
Song Sheng, who had the status of a scholar, was a very good tool man. When Zihua became a disciple, she gave the two masters the drawings, and the two masters agreed that she had brought them from the Song family.
The same goes for bone setting. She said she learned it from books, and no one in the village doubted it.
Hua Qiuniang didn't get angry because Zihua didn't tell her the truth. Instead, she clapped her hands and laughed, "Oh, this Rouwazi, how come you have the same nature as the old man, always being strict? Oh, I'm laughing to death. Look at you two.
It’s funny how you sit there with a blank face.”
Hua Qiuniang laughed so hard that she laughed.
Zihua really doesn’t know where Hua Qiuniang’s smile lies.
Glancing at Luo Genshan, Luo Genshan also had a smile on his face, but Zihua could tell that Luo Genshan was just laughing along and didn't really think it was funny.
Luo Genshan shook his head helplessly and picked up a piece of wood with a newly chiselled mortise and tenon to inspect it.
Hua Qiuniang gradually stopped laughing and winked at Zihua who looked over, with a hint of slyness on her face.
Juhua:……
It turns out that she became Master Hua's tool again.
No, the matter of eating honey cakes was deceived by a smile.
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The laughter and laughter coming from the main room made Chen Caiyu feel even more aggrieved.
She peeled bamboo shoots nonstop. In front of her, there was a pile of bamboo shoot skins, and next to her, there was a pile of bamboo shoots waiting for her to peel.
After peeling the bamboo shoots, she washes them, cuts them into shreds, soaks them, and puts them into a jar to make sour bamboo shoots.
This pile of bamboo shoots was dug by the fierce god Song Yuerou.
Although she had already dug so much, she was asked to dig in the mountain that day just to boss her around and make her tired.
Song Yuerou calls her up every day when she goes out and makes her do endless work.
Chen Caiyu threw the peeled bamboo shoots into the bamboo basket next to her. She looked at her rough hands and wanted to cry, but she didn't dare.
Looking at the pile of half-peeled bamboo shoots, I thought that if I made so many sour bamboo shoots, it would be best to eat Song Yuerou to death.
When Chen Caiyu thought of this, his mind suddenly became excited and he lost his thoughts.
It almost became a curse on Song Yuerou. If Song Yuerou found out, she would starve again.
Hearing the footsteps, Chen Caiyu quickly grabbed a bamboo shoot and peeled it, not daring to look up at Yuhua.
Chen Caiyu's guilty conscience was seen in Zi Hua's eyes, but Zi Hua didn't interfere, and it was just Chen Caiyu who scolded her in his heart.
Zi Hua ordered, "Have a hunch about what time I can go there tomorrow and meet Chen Wenlu."
Chen Caiyu's premonition ability can only be used on herself and people who are related to her by blood.
Chen Caiyu knew that Yuhua was going to cause trouble for her third brother. Not only was she not angry, she was also a little happy.
She helped the third brother the most, but when something happened at home, the third brother didn't even come back. The message he sent was just to ask her what her premonition was, but he didn't say to take her away from home.
She is suffering at home, so why is the third brother living a good life in the county?
"It's three o'clock tomorrow."
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Chen Wenlu left Gujiacun with a livid face.
He didn't expect that He Zhenniang would dare to lock him out, and even threatening Song Ming would not work.
From what He Zhenniang accidentally revealed, he guessed that Song Yuerou might not be Song Sheng's daughter.
Song Sheng went to great lengths to marry Song Yuerou to him, not because he wanted him to take more care of He Zhenniang, Song Ming and their son.
"Unless..." Chen Wenlu knocked on the folding fan in his hand, unless Song Yuerou's background was unusual.
It's a pity that he guessed it too late, otherwise when Song Yuerou's identity was revealed, he and the Chen family would not be able to ride the wave.