After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

Han Song paused when he heard the words "successor of socialism", looked up at Dong Chuanlin, then lowered his head and continued peeling peanuts.

Dong Chuanlin glanced at him, and said with the corners of his mouth: "I saw it when you performed CPR for Grandma, don't pretend." The body has conditioned reflexes and still refuses to admit it.

"What's there to pretend or not, so what." Han Song blew into the palm of his hand, and the crushed peanut clothes were blown away one after another.He put the smooth peanuts into the porcelain plate, looked into Dong Chuanlin's eyes, and said with a chuckle, "Isn't there any sugar to eat?"

what the hell.

Dong Chuanlin waved away the peanut clothes blown on his face and clothes in disgust, slapped his big palm on the slate and said in a low voice: "If you want to eat, I'll buy it for you! Is it interesting to keep silent?"

Dong Chuanlin's reaction provoked Han Song, and he also realized that he was a little impolite, coughed lightly and said seriously, "I'm sorry", then withdrew his eyes and lowered his head to grab the peanut.

Dong Chuanlin was about to be blown up.Ask him a question so seriously, he still has the mind to joke, and the joke he said is not funny at all.

After a while of silence, Han Song pushed the whole plate of peeled peanuts in front of Dong Chuanlin, and raised his head to signal him to eat.

He continued to refill Dong Chuanlin's cup with tea, thought for a moment and said, "...You must have passed through that day."

Han Song's flattery was obvious, and Dong Chuanlin didn't want to pretend to be confused. He twisted a few peanuts and threw them into his mouth, taking a sigh of relief and not caring about people who have no eyesight.

"Yes, how about you, was it the day Han Bo passed away?"

Han Song nodded: "Yeah." After finishing speaking, he sipped his tea, looked up at the sky, and sighed.Five years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I almost forgot my original name and appearance.

The time is terrible, Han Song couldn't help shaking his head and laughing at himself.

Dong Chuanlin comforted: "Be happy, at least we have company." He patted the peanuts off his hands, stood up and stretched out his hand to Han Song, "Brother Han, please take care of me in the future."

The drooping eyes were amused, Han Song followed his example, stood up and shook hands with him, "Brother Dong, please take care of me too."

Both of them laughed childishly, how lucky they were to find someone from the same hometown in another world.

Knowing that both of them are from modern times, Dong Chuanlin obviously relaxed a lot. There are many rules in ancient times, and he has to be careful in speaking and doing things, and his heartstrings are tense every day.

Dong Chuanlin finally let go of the stone hanging from his heart, and asked, "Then you have been here for five years? Have you seen anyone else come here?"

"Have."

"What about others?" Dong Chuanlin opened his eyes wide and leaned forward involuntarily, eager to know the answer.

Han Song dropped the word light and fluttering, "Dead."

"Dead? Why?" Ben was still thinking about how many people could hold a hometown meeting, and it was just a fantasy for a long time.

Continuing to serve tea, Han Song said slowly: "He didn't accept the fact of time-traveling, recreated the time-traveling scene, and then hung up." The plain expression made Dong Chuanlin think for a moment that he was telling a story, not a living human being.

"No, it's not enough to be able to live healthy." Wearing it back will be bad luck, can't you live well, how lively it will be if you come to a fellow villager.

My mind went back to the time when the man swore that he would not stay in this ghostly place with no electricity and no internet, and that he would go back bravely.Han Song sneered and mocked: "People are greedy things, they only want to have more."

One sentence scolded the two people present, Dong Chuanlin pulled the corner of his mouth and said: "It's enough to understand in your heart, don't say it so thoroughly." He looked directly at the person opposite and asked: "What about you, have you never thought about going back? "

"What's the difference between going back and being here? It's good to watch her here." After speaking, Han Song glanced at the room with the dim butter lamp, and added with a sigh: "My parents have passed away."

The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point, and Dong Chuanlin knew that he had touched his sadness, so he quickly apologized.

Han Song waved his hand and asked him, "What about you?"

Dong Chuanlin fell silent.

...I should have thought about it. When I opened my eyes and saw the world for the first time, I would want to go back to the busy star life surrounded by fans.Even if you are alone, every time you think of the love of fans, the whole world lights up.

He played with the empty teacup, and said in a casual tone, "I have parents, they all have their own families, and I am an outsider. For me, it's the same wherever I can live."

After being quiet for a long while, Han Song smiled, held the teapot and signaled Dong Chuanlin to straighten the teacup, filled it up for him, and added more tea to his own cup.

"Congratulations, we have been reborn." Han Song raised his cup with both hands and said.

Dong Chuanlin's cooling mood warmed up again, and he said happily: "Yes, congratulations on our experience of a different life."

Although the moon is curved, it is still bright.

It is hiding in the clouds now, but it does not mean that it will hide in it for a lifetime.One day, it will shine brightly and be admired by the world.

After drinking several cups of tea, Dong Chuanlin felt happy.Suddenly, he asked, "How old are you?"

Han Song replied, "Twenty."

"No, I'm asking how old would you be if you weren't here?"

Han Song thought for a moment and said, "More than 30, I can't remember."

Dong Chuanlin didn't give him any face, and directly broke it down: "Is it because I can't remember clearly or I don't want to remember clearly. Isn't it wonderful to be able to return to the year of the weak crown?"

Unexpectedly, he was not fooled at all, Han Songhan asked with a smile: "Aren't you beautiful?"

"I'm a little worse than you. There's not much difference between 25 and 15." Dong Chuanlin stretched out his index finger and waggled it a few times.

From 25 to [-], it is from just mature to see the face of life clearly, and back to the age full of beautiful longing for life, the difference is only a vague sense of youth, the difference is not obvious.

Han Song complained, "Ten years old isn't that big of a difference? You might as well go back to being a baby."

This is Dong Chuanlin's idea, and he really thought about it when he was insomnia.

Why doesn't he have the good fortune to travel to wealthy and wealthy businesses? He doesn't even have the standard portable space and supernatural powers that the hero of the novel comes with. This kind of time travel is not perfect.

"Okay, if I can choose, I will wear it in the queen's belly. In the future, I will be the descendant of the dragon, the true son of heaven, and I can enjoy all the glory and wealth. At that time, I will make you a general and lead you Thousands of troops!"

Han Song was amused and almost spit out the tea in his mouth. "Did you dream before you fell asleep?"

Dong Chuanlin laughed and said, "Young people, you still have to have dreams."

Chatting at Han's house until he lost track of time, Dong Guangcheng personally held a torch to find the person, and Dong Chuanlin was driven home like a little chicken.

While lying on the bed, the joy in his heart still lingered for a long time.

Don't want the heirs of the dragon, don't want the real man, and don't want the portable space and supernatural powers, that's fine.

It is enough to have family members who worry about themselves, have a busy life, and have sincere friends.Even if you don't find the person you want to miss, God will treat him well.

Don't be too greedy, just grab what you have.

The heart that had been empty and wandering suddenly found a home, and it was rare for Dong Chuanlin to sleep well until dawn.

In the morning, when the rooster crows, he jumps up.

It's another brand new day, and a better life is still waiting for him to create!However, what he encountered first was not a good life, but Dong Guangcheng's series of problems.

"Have you figured it out yet? Where are you going? What craft to learn? Have you found a good master?"

Dong Chuanlin scratched the back of his head helplessly, and replied: "I've thought about it, but I haven't found a suitable master. I'm going to ask Dad to help me find out."

The family who were eating looked at Dong Chuanlin together.The question of finding a living has been haunting the Dong family for more than a month, and finally there is a definite answer, and everyone is very curious.

Dong Guangcheng asked: "What do you want to learn? I'll ask someone to find out."

"Wood carving."

Ancient houses were all supported by wood, and doors, windows, beds and tables all required the skillful hands of woodcarvers.The beams in the homes of high-ranking officials and nobles are surrounded by various exquisitely carved patterns, and even scholars like to carve patterns on the pen holders and armrests.

Dong Chuanlin wanted to learn this skill handed down from ancient times seriously.

After hearing that Dong Chuanlin wanted to learn woodcarving, Mrs. Liu was overjoyed and praised: "The woodcarving is good. It can be used for building houses and preparing objects. The craftsmanship is so good that you don't have to worry about food."

Dong Guangcheng didn't have the good attitude of his wife, so he directly pointed out the biggest obstacle in the woodcarving industry. "But you also have to see if he has the talent to eat this bowl of rice."

Talent is too important, many people will only imitate and copy mechanically after learning for a lifetime. In terms of no aesthetic feeling, people with poor brains do this job.

Dong Chuanlin Lianrong held his breath and said: "Father, hard work can make up for one's weakness. I'm ready to endure hardship." Talent determines the lower limit, and hard work determines the upper limit. It depends on human effort. If you don't try, how will you know it's impossible.

"It's good that you understand. I'll ask Uncle Li. His uncle is a woodcarver in the town." Dong Guangcheng smiled with satisfaction, as long as he is willing to work hard.

He was afraid that Dong Chuanlin would immediately say that he had no talent and would stop studying, and it would be fine to talk about it at home, but he would be ashamed if he went to his master's house to learn for two days and gave up.

When it comes to learning crafts and making a living, Dong Chuanlin's greatest power is to choose the industry. As for the choice of the master, he has no choice.Experience limited his social circle, and finding someone to teach him hunting and farming was almost the same.

Han Song didn't react when he heard that he was going to learn woodcarving, holding a teacup and asked casually, "Have you thought about it?"

"You look like my father when you say that." Mingming is a teenager, but he speaks like a middle-aged man, which doesn't match his current age at all.

Since the two were open and honest last night, Dong Chuanlin gave up all respectful words when he spoke without outsiders present, and chatted without restraint and no taboos.

But as soon as a third person appeared, he immediately and seamlessly transferred to that polite and polite boy.

Han Song didn't care about his rhetoric at all, and continued: "I heard that Uncle Li's uncle has a good personality, but his temper is very stubborn, especially when it comes to bringing up apprentices, he hates iron but not steel, and many people can't stand his strict requirements. .”

Dong Chuanlin automatically ignored the most important character and temper issue in this passage, but wondered why he knew where he was going.

From going to the noodle stall early in the morning to returning home in the afternoon, he was always by Han Song's side, and even Dong Chuanliang, who spent the longest time with him, had no chance to speak alone.It is even more impossible for Dong Guangcheng and Liu Shi to say anything before the matter is completed.

"How do you know that my dad wants me to study with Uncle Li's uncle?"

Han Song patiently explained: "Miaojia Village is generally composed of these people. After getting along for a long time, you can know what to do with the other party's third uncles and fourth masters."

Sometimes you don't need to ask about gossip and news, it will come to your ears by itself.Besides, most of the families in Miaojia Village make a living by farming, and everyone knows which relatives have craftsmen.

"Is there any secret to be so transparent? The news got out before the quarrel came out." Dong Chuanlin pouted.

Han Song quickly grasped the point and stared at him with burning eyes.

"What secret do you want to keep?"

The author has something to say:

Han Song: What secret do you want to hide?

Dong Chuanlin: Hide it... Let me tell you secretly, in fact, every morning I secretly take a sweet potato and hide it for lunch.

Han Song: ...

Dong Chuanlin: I'll give you half of the sweet potatoes, don't tell my mother.