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With this in mind, Ji Mo got up early in the morning to make the piano, closed the doors and windows, and tried his best to isolate the transmission of noise, so as not to affect others, just like that, being attracted by the crying of children, being woken up by yelling, etc. It's also very helpless.

If things go on like this, I'm afraid many quarrels will arise. Every time I think about it, I feel a little upset, but I still have to be patient to make the piano. Except for eating, drinking, and messing around, Ji Mo hardly leaves the room.

Even so, the little nephew came to make trouble. When he came back from the toilet, he saw the hard-made qin embryo fell to the ground and was scratched by a carving knife. The child stepped on it and saw him come in. The carving knife in his hand accidentally Scratched his hand, the child was young, the skin was tender, and blood gushed out all at once, Ji Mo quickly stepped forward to grab the carving knife, but the child slashed back, right at the tiger's mouth, following his previous actions Crying and shouting, other members of the family came over, and what they saw was blood on both hands of the uncle and nephew.

"What's the matter, Erlang, what's the matter?"

Jin Niang is obviously a female generation, but she was the fastest among the people who rushed through the door. She hugged the child in her arms and protected her. Mother cried in her ear: "He is a bad guy, he hurt me, he bled..."

The hand that was waving the carving knife just now held the wrist of the injured hand, holding the bleeding hand, and the child cried sharply: "I'm bleeding, mother, help me avenge!"

Ji Dalang, Ji's father and Ji's mother, who came in right behind, looked at Ji Mo, Ji Mo frowned, and pointed to the carving knife that fell on Jinniang's heel on the ground: "He hurt his hand, and he hurt me too. hands."

The explanation in one sentence is very simple. Mother Ji was the first to believe it, but she still blamed him: "He is so young, why did you let him play with a carving knife?"

"Anyway, it's your nephew, so you should take care of him." Psychologically, Ji's father knew that the youngest son was telling the truth, and he was probably right, but it is natural to love young children, not to mention the situation of the Ji family. This grandson is the only seedling, which is very precious and needs to be cherished.

Ji Dalang patted his son on the back: "If I cause trouble, I will lie!"

"It's him, it's him, he's bad!"

The child's voice rose high, as if it was about to pierce the eardrums, and Jin Niang, who was holding him, couldn't help frowning, but she said to Ji Dalang, "You are also a father, didn't you see the child was hurt? Why did you beat him?" ?”

After saying that, she ran out with the child in her arms, "I'll take him to the doctor!"

Hearing her talk about looking for a doctor, Ji's mother and Ji's father also reacted, "Yes, yes, go to the doctor, how can you hurt your hand at such a young age?"

A group of people turned around and ran out, leaving Ji Mo behind. Looking at the wound on his tiger's mouth, he smiled helplessly. After all, he was the one who indifferent to this family relationship first, but now he can't blame anyone. It's just that it's really hard to live in this family again. up.

Piano making is handicraft work, even the most skilled craftsman may have some bumps and bumps. Ji Mo also has simple trauma medicine here. He stopped the bleeding first and moved his hand. It hurts a little. I don’t know if it’s right My nerves were hurt, and I worriedly cleaned up the carving knives and piano embryos on the ground. Children are really insignificant.

The few marks drawn on the embryo are not serious. The child has weak hands, and such marks can be made up for by applying lacquer or something behind them. The flaws are not concealed, but in Ji Mo's eyes, he feels a little uncomfortable. In pursuit of perfection, every piece of work must be perfect when it is produced. Not every piece of work can be handed down. Naturally, the longer the durability, the better.

After leaving the room, Ji Mo found the lock and locked it on the outside of the door. He went to the doctor's place to check his hands, and it was only when he checked his hands that he realized that the family took their children to find the town. The doctor looked at it, and the doctor in the neighboring village was well informed. When he told Ji Mo, he said with a sneer: "It's just his baby! Those who don't know it think they have hurt their lives."

Ji Mo smiled awkwardly, and didn't say that he was the youngest son of that family.

Maybe people are used to the characteristics of the Ji family's single lineage, and his youngest son doesn't show up in front of everyone very much, so after a long time, he will be forgotten.

After making sure that the injury on his hand was not serious, Ji Mo went back. He had to go back earlier, opened the room and closed the door, and continued to work on making guqin inside. When his stomach growled with hunger, he realized that it was late. Thinking that they would not come back so soon after going to town, he went to the kitchen to find the leftover steamed buns from the morning, and ate a makeshift bite.

At night, when the candles were not on, he didn't do any more work. He only lit a lamp for them in the big house, which counted as lighting, and went back to his room to sleep.

She said she was still asleep, and after lying down for a while, she heard someone coming back. There was a noise in the yard. The child was probably asleep, and they all talked in a low voice. It was close, and when she came out to speak, Ji Mo heard him, saying that he didn't cook for them or anything.

Ji's father probably didn't bother to talk, so he waved his hand, and Ji's mother said, "It's late, we won't eat any more, you save the pastries for Erlang, don't be greedy for the children."

Jin Niang said that she should burn some batter anyway, and take a sip of hot food before going to bed. Then there was a sound of clinking pots and pans in the kitchen, which stopped for a while, and it was the voice of talking in the big house, far away and dim. Dim, a little hard to hear.

Ji Mo didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up in the morning, he lay in bed for a while, and his home didn't feel like his own anymore. Ji Mo, who didn't have much sense of belonging, became more and more determined to In my mind of walking, seeing the traces on the piano, my heart was also a little irritable, so I quickly finished the piano and sold it to save trouble.

With money, there is an explanation to the family, and there is also the cost of traveling.

Ji Mo and the piano master tried some ways to save workmanship when they were researching before. According to the speculation of the piano master, after some processes are saved, the quality and sound guarantee period of the piano will not be long, and the wood board is easy to warp and deform. These are all issues that need to be considered, but this kind of "fast" piano with a short shelf life has a correspondingly short production time. Although the price is not high, the money will be returned quickly. When there is an urgent need for money, it is a good means.

During breakfast, as soon as Ji Mo stepped into the big room, he felt that the voices inside stopped for a moment. Ji Mu’s table was still talking about asking Jin Niang to steam a custard for Erlang. Ji Dalang saw that Ji Mo’s hand was wrapped Wearing a cloth strip, he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The right hand was injured, which is often used, and the wound is not big, but if you don't wrap the medicine with a cloth, it will always tear and it will not be easy to heal.

"It was cut with a knife yesterday." Ji Mo said.

"You don't have to be careful when you work, are you okay?" Ji Dalang asked him.

"It's all right."

Ji Mo responded, and continued to pick up the vegetables slowly. The Ji family's food is still good, and he can cook two vegetables in the morning and eat it with porridge.

After eating, he turned his head and went back to the room. Ji Dalang chased him out and said, "Put those carving knives away, so that Erlang won't touch them again. He's still young and doesn't know how important it is. Let's pay more attention to it." .”

"Just tell him not to come to this room." Ji Mo's voice was cold, he entered other people's rooms without authorization, and moved things randomly. He was very uneducated in the first place, and he didn't remember Ji Dalang ever having such a time.

The Ji family's tutors absolutely did not condone this, but was it only for him, or did the child do it on purpose?What I saw yesterday, the child was stepping on the embryo, was it just for fun?Ji Mo didn't believe it.

Yesterday he was able to tell nonsense in front of him without repenting, and behind his back, I don’t know what he said again. The six or seven-year-old child is articulate and a little smart, but if you use your smartness here, you can’t use it. It's disgusting.

"He used to play in that room a lot, but he didn't change it for a while, so I told him all about it." Ji Dalang didn't hear what Ji Mo was unhappy, and smiled and praised his son to him, why was he smart since he was a child? , how and what, like every silly father who loves to show off his children, regardless of what the audience thinks of his children.

Maybe in front of Ji Dalang and the others, that child is indeed clever, sensible, and smart, but in Ji Mo's view, the other party is no different from a brat.

He has always disliked children, but after this incident, it will become disgusting.

"Don't worry, I will lock the door when I go out in the future, you just need to watch him not pick the lock and open the window." Ji Mo reiterated again, which can be regarded as putting the lock door on the bright side.

Hearing this, Ji Dalang didn't feel right, but he didn't get away from showing off his child's pride for a while, and felt that it was the safest way, so he agreed without saying anything. The lock Ji Mo used to lock the room yesterday was the kitchen lock. After being requisitioned by him, it is necessary to add another lock to the house.

This kind of spending money can't get around Ji's mother, Ji's mother is nagging: "A room, why lock it, who is it against?"

The eldest grandson is the treasure of grandma's heart. If someone doesn't like her eldest grandson, even if it is her youngest son, it will be a shock to her heart.

Ji Mo listened silently and concentrated on making the violin. After more than two months, this violin with a short shelf life was made. It looks pretty bright on the outside, and even the scratches may not be repaired. The bluegrass pattern is drawn on it, and the appearance is even better.

I told Father Ji that Ji Mo was going to sell the piano, but Father Ji sent him there specially as before, and asked him on the way how his skills were over the years and whether the price of the piano would be higher.

There is only one piano store in the town, but Ji Mo has never seen the new storekeeper Zhao. When he saw him this time, he really didn't look like a storekeeper, but rather a master of some kind.

He was drinking tea there with his feet upright, while a young guy was busy wiping the dust on the piano, and also waited for refills of water. When he saw someone coming, he was like a restaurant guy, and the white cloth that wiped the dust was thrown straight away. On the shoulders, bowed and smiled to meet Ji Fu and Ji Mo's clothes, the smiling face disappeared and the waist straightened, obviously such a person did not come to buy a piano.

Ji Mo went up to chat with shopkeeper Zhao, first said hello, and then asked if he would accept the piano, but shopkeeper Zhao didn't know Ji Mo, and didn't get up, and said in a long voice, "I don't accept all the pianos here. , Qin Jiaqin, do you know? We specialize in this!"

Since he tried to promote the reputation of the pianist, he declared that all the violins in the shop are pianist pianos. He really dared to say what kind of violin craftsmanship has been made for thousands of years, and some people believed this, so he set up a unique brand. , but it is difficult to say how many of these pianos are the craftsmanship of the sound of the piano.