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Ji Mo lived and ate at Master Qin’s house these years. At the beginning, he insisted on going home. The distance between the two places was not too far, and half a day was enough to go back and forth. Gradually, he settled down at Qin's house.

Of course, the accommodation fee is still paid. It is inevitable to study the skill of violin making every year, and it is also inevitable to make money for violin making. After a while, I only got a violin in the past two years. The raw materials are all used by the violinist, and the money from the sale is directly given to the violinist.

On this point, Ji's father didn't say anything about his son. He still didn't trust what Cao Mu taught him. He only thought that Ji Mo was learning crafts from the piano master. If you don't learn crafts, you don't need money, and you don't take money from home. It's not bad, there is nothing to choose if there is no money for the family.

In the past two years, he would come around the corner to take a look, but every time he came, he saw Ji Mo was very busy, and he didn't like to stay for a long time, and gradually came less and less.

Ji Mo was walking back with two pieces of wood on his shoulders, and he had to take a rest every time he walked. His food at the qin master was really not that good. The qin master was old and had a light taste. It can be passed, but for Ji Mo, who is growing up, this food is really not enough to supplement nutrition.

Even if there is money to sell the piano so that Qin Sheng often buys chickens and ducks, most of them have to be given to Qin Sheng. Ji Mo has seen that Qin Sheng only brought back half of the chickens and ducks. You have to eat half of it before giving up.

At this point, he has already discovered what kind of person Qin Sheng is, but he has nothing to say, the other party has to support his family, and the piano he made cannot be sold, so why don't you pick something from here?

What's more, the housework was done by their family, and Ji Mo couldn't be too picky about it. Over the years, Ji Mo's muscles hadn't grown much, his strength was weak, and it was still difficult to carry wood.

On the way to the village, people from the same village saw him. Seeing that it was the youngest son of the Ji family, they spread the news to the Ji family. When Ji's father and Ji Dalang were at the entrance of the village, Ji Mo, who was covered in sweat, followed him. The man lifted the two logs separately, and when walking back, Father Ji asked, "Why didn't you send a message back, what's wrong?"

Master Qin is a stubborn old man. Even though he had a good relationship with Ji Mo in the later period, he didn't say he was nice to Ji's father. With Ji Mo here, the relationship between the two families is not as good as that of ordinary people, and there is absolutely no New Year's gift.

In this regard, the two have a tacit understanding.

"Master Qin has gone, what am I doing there, and the results of my research just came out, so I came back." Ji Mo said lightly, it's hard to say that he was kicked out by the sound of the piano, which is really a bit shameful.

When asked about the two pieces of wood, he said: "The sound of the qin was given to me. I will make qin in the future. These are always indispensable. I also know how to make other raw materials."

The key is to get acquainted with the caravan, and there will be channels in the future. If you really want to make it yourself, not to mention the sealed storage of these things, even the place of origin is a little far away from here, so you can't spend time running with the business.

If there are conditions, the caravans will always be used to transfer raw materials. It is impossible to find them one by one by himself. Knowing where and what is the best raw material is his knowledge point.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back. Seeing how thin you are, your mother will feel distressed again." Ji's father said these words with old eyes. Before Ji Mo didn't go home, Ji's mother really felt distressed. Father Ji talked about it, but since Jin Niang gave birth to a son and grandchildren came out, what is better than the eldest grandson, and there is less talking about the younger son.

A clean life is often at the expense of family affection. People only have so much energy, and it is always inevitable to lose sight of one another.

"You used to live in that house for your nephew. I don't know if you come back today, you should squeeze with your nephew first, and then we will expand our yard later, and then we will change houses for you. I plan to wait until next year to expand the yard... "

Ji's father was panting and talking about the family affairs. Ji Dalang was holding one end of two pieces of wood behind him, watching his father and younger brother talking in front of him. I want my own house!"

"It's okay, is the carpentry room still there? I'll make a bed there." Ji Mo frowned slightly. He didn't want to share a bed with anyone. After doing the math, his nephew is now six or seven years old. It's the time when cats hate dogs, not to mention whether the other party's rules are good or not, in his eyes, it's not good that his second uncle who appeared out of nowhere looks like he wants to grab the room.

"That's okay?" Father Ji was the first to disagree. Seeing that it was getting cold and the carpentry room was not easy to live in, he said a few more words, and when he saw that Ji Mo couldn't say anything, he got a little angry and stopped talking. .

Ji Dalang also wanted to persuade Ji Mo, and even said that he would move his son out to their husband and wife's room, but Ji Mo just said no, and declined repeatedly, so that Ji Dalang didn't know what to say.

Years of unfamiliarity has drawn a gap at this moment, like an invisible barrier, preventing the three of them from regaining their previous joy.

Ji Mo's joy at returning home was like pouring ice water, he calmed down instantly, and he regretted coming back so soon, but he had no choice but to come back anyway.

There was another burst of joy when we arrived at home. Mother Ji still thought about the good things about her youngest son. Seeing that his son had grown taller and thinner, she hit him on the back a few times and scolded him for being cruel. They didn't even come back, even though they were so close, they now know their home.

Jin Niang finished the meal, and at the dinner table she even talked about moving out for her son. The spoiled son immediately put down his chopsticks in dissatisfaction, and said "I'm full" and left the table, causing Jin Niang to rush to the table in embarrassment. I picked some vegetables from the rice bowl and chased them to the room to feed them.

It used to be Ji Mo’s house, but now it’s someone else’s room. Ji Mo’s expression was indifferent, but Ji’s father and Ji Dalang, who were still brazen on the road, felt something was wrong. Ji’s father ordered the dishes with chopsticks: “Eat food, eat Dish, this chicken is made specially for you to come back!"

As he said this, he took a piece of chicken legs into Ji Mo's bowl, not chicken legs, two chicken legs were pulled into the rice bowl and sent to the little ancestor just now.

Ji Mo has no preference for chicken legs, but his piece of meat used to be indispensable, but now, it's all in other people's bowls.

It is said that they do not compete with the juniors, but this feeling is always uncomfortable.

There was a moment of awkwardness in my heart, but I didn't say anything. I smiled at Ji's father and ate quietly. The dull atmosphere at the dinner table made Ji's mother wipe away her tears after the meal. The son has grown up and is divorced from herself!

Ji Dalang helped Ji Mo build a bed, and the carpentry room also changed, as if it had become a children's playroom. It was in a mess. The wood that Cao Mu left to Ji Mo back then was scribbled on and smashed. The traces, I don't know how to get them, other linen and the like, I can't find them for a long time.

"I haven't done any carpentry work in the past few years, and it's all abandoned."

While talking, Ji Dalang built a bed, which was simple, just padded the corners and put the wooden boards on it. The slightly heavy and slightly larger wooden boards were placed against the wall, and they were not something children could move. It was in good condition, except that there were some damp moss on the lower part, I don't know how it was formed, but Ji Dalang shoveled it off and wiped it clean.

Ji Mo watched from the sidelines, almost showing no intention of helping. He only put away the two pieces of wood he brought back, and packed up other things that belonged to him in the carpentry room. Knives and the like are considered dangerous items. They have not been harmed by children, and they are well placed. Others are a bit messy and need to be sorted out one by one.

There are also some stampede marks on the table, which may be scratched with stones. The marks are rough, and the good paint surface has been worn away a lot. I don't know how it is.

"Look, is this okay?"

Ji Dalang wiped his sweat with his sleeve. After the wooden bed was set up, he settled down. He looked back at Ji Mo, who nodded and said, "Thank you, brother."

"It's nothing hard, wait, I'll bring you the quilt!"

Ji Dalang clapped his hands, turned his head and went to look for the quilt, and moved two beds over in a while, followed by Mother Ji and Jin Niang, who helped tidy them up, and they looked pretty good.

Ji's mother also specially brought out a new quilt, fearing that Ji Mo would be cold, the quilt was thick, probably to be replaced during the Chinese New Year, and there was also a new pillow, which looked quite pleasing to the eye.

"Your father said that you will still make violins in the future, so our family will keep the money for making violins in the future, right?" Ji's mother was a little worried. When it came to money, she always felt that the violin family took advantage of it.

"Well, I'll make the violin tomorrow." Ji Mo came back empty-handed. Although the parents are still in charge of the family, it's a bit unreasonable. It's better to make a violin and sell it for money, and then discuss whether to study it or not after giving it to the family.

Ji Mo deserved it, and Ji's mother had a smile on her face again, and she couldn't help but sit by the bed and tell him something about the violinist. It's really the first time I know these news, and I'm a little surprised.

"I asked your father to tell you. Your father said that you learned it there. I don't know what to say. Didn't Cao Mu teach it? Sigh, it makes us feel wrong..."

Ji Dalang learned to be a carpenter, and he didn't take it seriously, so he continued to practice rituals every year. If Ji Mo really learned from the piano master, their family would really lose their heads because of the rituals.

"I know that you learned from Cao Mu. If our family really gave the gift, wouldn't you just bow your head and accept the name? I won't, your father is no match for me. If you are angry about this, blame me It's gone." Mother Ji said with a stern face, as if she wanted to get angry with Ji Mo first.

It was indeed the first time Ji Mo heard about this, and he didn’t know that there was such an argument that there was no reciprocity, so he nodded and said, “Mother is right.”

He knew that the piano master would never care about these things. If he knew what was said outside, he wouldn't have stopped studying with Ji Mo early on, so as not to let Ji Mo bear such a reputation, let alone say something rude, that's A stubborn old man with a crutch, and myself, instead of giving these things to the pocket of the piano sound, it would be better to save the expenses at home.

With this affirmation, Ji's mother was relieved and let Ji Mo go to bed early. Ji Mo was covered with a new quilt, but he didn't fall asleep right away. He could still hear the noise in the room over there, and he had long been looking forward to the new quilt. Quilt's nephew was crying and saying things like "get the second uncle away", and seemed to have been slapped, making him very upset.

Maybe, it's time to go.