Sang Youming was so frightened that he shrunk his shoulders and turned around, clutching his chest. He saw Sang Ning staring at him intently.
"Ah?" Sang Youming was stunned for a moment, but seeing that there was no hint of joking in Sang Ning's eyes, he quickly waved his hand to refuse,
"No, no, I'm a professional, I'm an amateur, we can't compare, we can't compare."
Sang Ning didn't have any expectations for Sang Youming. She just wanted to see Sang Youming's carpentry skills. If it was okay, she could find him something serious to do.
Regardless of his objection, Sang Ning pushed Sang Youming directly to Grandpa Chen.
"Grandpa, my dad is also a carpenter, but he is not from Jiangkou Village. Can he participate in your competition?"
Sang Ning felt that the people in Jiangkou Village were relatively traditional, and she didn't know if Grandpa Chen would agree. He was all smiles when he recommended Sang Youming.
"No problem, I'm already preparing to spread my skills to other people. It doesn't matter if the people in the village are there, as long as the person who comes is a capable apprentice."
Grandpa Chen agreed readily and even asked someone to prepare a set of competition tools for Sang Youming.
Sang Ning was afraid that Sang Youming would be lazy, so she stood aside to supervise him.
After he was completely seated, Sang Youming was dazed with a chisel in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand, feeling as if he was being forced to drive a duck to the shelf.
After being stunned for a while, he still didn't feel anything. He raised his head and gave Sang Ning a flattering silly smile:
"My dear girl, they use a hammer. I can only play with a hammer when I sit here. How about we stop being embarrassed?"
"Haha." Sang Ning twitched the corner of her mouth and said in disgust, "This is not the first time that you, old man, have been embarrassed. Either you play with the hammer, or the hammer plays with you."
Sang Youming didn't follow Sang Ning's train of thought and was stunned: "How can Hammer play with me?"
"Have you ever heard of a headshot with a hammer?" After Sang Ning finished speaking, she paused in suspense, and then said with a cold smile,
"Either you chisel open this piece of wood for me today, or I use a hammer to chisel the brains out of your piece of wine jar today. You choose one."
Sang Youming: "..."
He never expected that Sang Ning's violent urging would come to him.
No one from the Lao Sang family can escape.
Sang Youming substituted himself as the poor long-term worker who was exploited by the landlord, and substituted Sang Ning as the hateful landlord who oppressed the long-term worker.
Then he sniffed, pursed his lips, buried his head with resentment in his eyes, and began to slowly recall the feeling of making wood carvings.
After having a sense of substitution, his motivation became much stronger. Either the wooden embryo was chiseled, or his head was chiseled. Sang Youming decisively chose the former.
At the beginning, his skills were very unfamiliar, and the chisel was knocked out of place by the hammer several times.
Sang Ning's eyelids twitched when she saw it. She felt that her father was very unreliable. If he didn't position himself correctly, he would knock off his hand with a hammer.
After the chisel moved several times, Sang Youming finally found some feeling and was able to carve out a thin and even piece of wood from the wood embryo.
His technique seemed very messy, but the amazing thing was that after chip after piece of wood was chiselled, the wood embryo actually had a vaguely regular shape.
Chen Ah Gong was wandering around to watch the contestants' skills, and happened to come to Sang Youming at this time.
He had no hope for Sang Youming and only let him compete to give Sang Ning face.
So, without even looking at him, I walked to the next person.
As a result, at the moment he raised his feet, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Sang Youming's technique from the corner of his eye. He was startled and hurriedly retracted his steps and turned his head to take a closer look.
The technique Sang Youming is using now is exactly the same as the technique he created when he was young!
"Where did you learn this technique?" Grandpa Chen immediately raised his hand to stop Sang Youming's movements and asked in surprise.
Sang Youming was confused at first, and then replied with a confused and matter-of-fact look: "Can't you just chisel casually? Do you need to learn this specially?"
His tone was like a scumbag asking a top student how to get full marks in an exam, and the top student lightly replied that he could get full marks by simply studying.
At this time, after the conversation ends, someone between the bad student and the top student must be hurt a lot. There is no doubt that the one who gets hurt must be the bad student.
Seeing Grandpa Chen holding his chest and looking speechless for a moment, Sang Ning thought that Grandpa Chen was probably the bad student who was injured.
Fortunately, the self-regulation ability of the poor old man was strong enough. He took a deep breath, and after making sure that he could communicate with others calmly, he slowly boasted:
"You, little brother, are much better than me. The techniques I have studied for several years when I was young are not as good as yours."
Sang Youming had no idea and didn't realize that Grandpa Chen was praising him. He thought he was scolding him for being rude. His expression suddenly changed. He quickly tried to find a way to make amends and said with a dry smile:
"Haha... It's not like I'm digging it casually. Maybe it's because I'm smarter and can understand things in one go that others take years to understand."
After saying that, Sang Youming realized he had said the wrong thing again and quickly covered his mouth with the back of his hand.
Grandpa Chen, a scumbag at school, was once again hit hard. He originally thought he was already talented at carpentry, but he didn’t expect that there was someone else——
"Dad, you might as well not explain!" Sang Ning said speechlessly.
Grandpa Chen signaled to Sang Ning and invited her aside alone. He nodded his fingers and said nothing, looking as if he had suffered a loss.
Sang Ning just let him point, and when Grandpa Chen felt his hands were sore, he took back his fingers, and then he asked resentfully: "Xiao Sang, you are too humble, your father's craftsmanship is obviously better than many carpenters."
, you actually said he doesn’t know anything.”
"You are already at the level of being a master. No matter how strong he is, can he be as strong as you? My dad still has a lot of room for improvement——"
It was obviously a compliment, but when it came out of Sang Ning's mouth, Grandpa Chen found it very pleasant.
I had no choice but to give her a look, shook my head and left.
After Grandpa Chen left, the smile on Sang Ning's face disappeared little by little. She pinched her chin and fell into deep thought.
The original book describes Sang Youming as: a poor third-rate carpenter who only loves drinking.
If you are just a third-rate carpenter, will you be praised by Grandpa Chen?
With so many contestants, Grandpa Chen only praised Sang Youming.
Sang Ning walked back to Sang Youming and saw that he was completely immersed in the world of chiseling and hammering. She felt even more curious and couldn't help but ask:
"Dad, your carpentry skills are so good, why do you deliberately hide your clumsiness?"
Hiding clumsiness?
When Sang Youming heard these two words, he stopped his movements, raised his head suddenly, and said with a very funny expression:
"Baby girl, your father and I are not some peerless masters who are being hunted down. Do we need to hide our clumsiness?"