After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

After Dong Chuanlin came back from Master Li's house, Dong Guangcheng unexpectedly didn't immediately urge him to learn other skills.Without the external pressure, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

He still has a headache every day about what to do for a living.For a while, he even thought, otherwise he should follow his father's advice and learn how to cook. How would he know if he didn't try it.

After returning from the noodle stall, Dong Chuanlin took the equipment and ran to Han's house to pass the time.

Han Song didn't go to the vegetable field today, nor did he go up the mountain. He cut a few bamboos and planned to weave bamboo baskets.

There is a large bamboo forest on the south side of Mount Dai. Almost every household of the villagers relying on the mountain can use bamboo to make farm tools.

Although Han Song is not proficient, he can still do the simple things, the only thing is that his hands are not dexterous enough, and the roughness is not refined enough.

He was holding a hatchet and was cutting bamboo strips for bamboo baskets. Dong Chuanlin found a bench and sat beside him and continued to carve his wood.

After a period of hard work, this piece of waste wood finally has some shape, so it won't be embarrassing.Only then did he dare to play tricks in public.

He tossed and tossed and wasted nearly a third of the two palm-sized pieces of wood.

Inspired by the gray rabbit caught by Daishan, Dong Chuanlin planned to use this piece of wood to make a rabbit as a decoration.

He first drew a simple picture of the gray rabbit lying on his stomach with his eyes closed, planning to draw a line on the wood according to the size of the picture, and then draw the shape along the line.

The first few steps went smoothly. He cut the whole shape first, but he was at a loss when he carved the limbs.

He has only been learning woodcarving for about one month, and he has been responsible for the steps of making rough embryos, and has never touched fine carving.In the last few days, Master Li just taught him the detailed skills, but did not practice it.

Holding the carving knife, Dong Chuanlin didn't know where to start. He looked up at Han Song, who was still cutting bamboo, and wanted to ask for help, but when the words came to his lips, he shut up embarrassingly.

The second he bowed his head, Han Song glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

"Bring it here and let me see if it's okay?"

"Huh?" Dong Chuanlin was a little dazed just as the carving knife touched the wood.

Han Song turned his head to look at him, and gently raised his chin as a signal.

Dong Chuanlin understood his small movements, and walked over with the prototype rabbit and the blueprint. "I don't know where to start with this ear."

After Han Song finished finishing the bamboo strip in hand, he put the hatchet on the side of the bench.

He took the wood and looked in the direction of Dong Chuanlin's finger. He drew a few simple strokes with charcoal on it. The style of painting was too abstract, and the rabbit ears could not be seen at first glance.

Seeing Han Song's eyebrows wrinkled into mountain peaks, Dong Chuanlin handed over the drawings with a guilty conscience.Is it that bad to draw?The rabbit ears are so obvious that you can't see it.

There was a more three-dimensional rabbit shape on the drawing, Han Song pouted slightly and asked, "May I try?"

After hearing the answer, Dong Chuanlin suddenly felt hopeful, and went back to move the supporting table.

Han Song corrected his crooked lines with a charcoal pencil, and carved out the prototype of the ear with a carving knife. His technique became more restrained, and he carved with more concentration.

After squatting by the side and looking at it for a while, Dong Chuanlin's feet were numb, so he moved a stool and sat down. He rested his elbows on his knees and held his face to watch intently.

Although Han Song's technique is a bit green, he is not timid when he cuts the knife. He stops when he has an arc, looks at the overall shape for a while, and then strikes.

Dong Chuanlin stared at his movements and asked: "Have you learned it before?" It seems that this technique does not look like a newcomer.

"I've seen other people play it before." Han Song breathed out, and the fine sawdust was scattered all over the ground with the wind.

Seeing Dong Chuanlin's expression of disbelief, Han Song was delighted, smiled and lowered his head to carve.

The only thing left to show off was crushed by strength, Dong Chuanlin lost all confidence, his shining eyes dimmed, and his whole person looked like a frost-beaten eggplant.

"I'm still thinking about making a guitar after carving the rabbit. According to my craft... don't take it upon yourself."

People who work in the entertainment industry always have to know a few talents. He can't sing and dance professionally, but he can still play two tunes with his guitar in his arms and hum casually.

I heard earlier that there are handmade acoustic guitars that can also play sound.After getting in touch with woodcarving, he came up with the idea of ​​making an acoustic guitar by himself as a souvenir.

Now that he is so embarrassed that he doesn't know where to start carving rabbit ears, it must be a dead end.

"If you don't try, how will you know? Maybe you are very talented." Han Song finished the outline of the ear, and moved his hand down to carve the rabbit leg on the same side.

"Pull it down, I know how much I have." After laughing at himself, he picked up a thin bamboo thread to play with, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I don't know what I should do to make a living."

It was very difficult to ask for a master, but the master ran away. This luck is also extreme.

Dong Chuanlin's mind was empty, and he even had thoughts of self-destruction. "Why don't you inherit your father's business and follow my father to learn farming."

Relying on the grain harvest to eat will definitely not starve to death, and it is also good to live in peace and stability.

"No." Han Song stopped his movements and analyzed with him seriously. "Farming is completely dependent on the sky, and the uncertainty is too strong. Uncle Dong must want you to be proficient in a craft, so that you won't have to live on one-third of an acre."

Dong Chuanlin looked up at him and murmured: "But I really don't know what to do..."

"I will accompany you to look for it tomorrow. Farming is no good." Han Song said in a deep voice, and then added ruthlessly: "Hunting is not good either, I am not a master."

Dong Chuanlin curled his lips and said: "You are really stingy. If you don't teach, don't teach. I'm not willing to learn."

Ignoring his complaints, Han Song continued to carve. After the outline of the rabbit's legs was finished, he blew away the sawdust and threw the wood into the arms of the person beside him.

"People who are idle like to think about things, and you are responsible for the rest."

The wood is half formed and half bare.Dong Chuanlin picked up the wooden head and held a hot potato, and quickly refused: "I don't know how to do this, I haven't learned yet."

Han Song ignored his outstretched hand, and said fiercely with a straight face: "Just copy and copy and think about it blindly. If you have time, don't hurry up and do it!"

His expression was too serious, and Dong Chuanlin's momentum suddenly weakened, and he retorted: "Why are you so fierce, you are still excited to say that you look like the dean."

He manages more things than his father, has a bad temper, and is always fierce.

Han Song rolled his eyes and didn't bother to talk to him, the kid just likes to complain about himself, and the more he talks to him, the more frightened he gets.He picked up the hatchet and continued to cut bamboo strips.

After complaining, Dong Chuanlin obediently picked up the carving knife to carve, chanting words unconvinced.

Sure enough, a bit fierce will be obedient.

Dong Chuanlin calmed down and pondered for a while, which really made him carve the rabbit ears on the other side.Not only does it look good, but it is also more beautiful than Han Song's engraving. He hastily held the finished product in front of Han Song's eyes.

Han Song was amused by his child's behavior, deliberately waved impatiently with a sullen face, telling him to go aside.

Dong Chuanlin made a mischievous face at him, and hummed a song in a good mood to carve the part of the rabbit's leg.

After preparing all the bamboo strips for weaving the bamboo baskets, Han Song put down the hatchet and bent over to straighten the bamboo pieces. From the corner of his eye, he saw the excited Dong Chuanlin, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.

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Dong Chuanlin thought that Han Song's saying that he would take him to find a craftsman again was just a temporary consolation, but he didn't think he was serious.

The next day, Dong Chuanlin didn't intend to go to the noodle stall to help, but wanted to stay at home and follow Dong Guangcheng to help in the fields.

As a result, when Han Song heard that he was going to the fields, his expression changed. After he calmly greeted Dong Guangcheng, he dragged him to the entrance of the village to drive the ox cart.

Just as Dong Chuanlin wanted to defend himself, he was frightened back by a cold look.

Except for Dong Chuanlin, the rest of the Dong family had a good impression of Han Song.Seeing that Han Song was willing to discipline his youngest son, Dong Guangcheng was very happy and took him away without much explanation.

A strong palm grasped Dong Chuanlin's wrist, and the warmth of the palm penetrated through the skin and penetrated into the blood.He didn't have time to think about whether this action would be intimate, he just struggled to break free.

Seeing that Uncle Li's bullock cart was just ahead, Han Song let go, glared at Dong Chuanlin, and walked forward on his own.

Dong Chuanlin rubbed his red wrist and chased after him in small steps.

"I didn't want to learn how to farm. It's because my dad kept complaining about his back pain these days, so I wanted to help."

As soon as the words fell, the figure striding forward suddenly stopped.

When Dong Chuanlin thought he was going to turn around and apologize, he rushed to the bullock cart at a faster pace than before.

Hey, why don't you play your cards according to common sense.

They have already reached the entrance of the village, and when they go back now, their family members will definitely ask him why he came back. Could it be that Han Song is worried that his son will inherit his father's career as a farmer?

When Dong Chuanlin stopped to take a look, Han Song met with Dong Chuanliang who was the first to go. He stared straight at him without making a sound or moving.

Even with such a long distance, Dong Chuanlin could still feel the hope in his eyes.

Forget it, forget it, if he wants to suffer, let him go.Dong Chuanlin let out a long sigh, and walked forward resignedly.

Who made it happen that he is from modern times, he is a fellow townsman, and it is really hard not to be considerate.

Along the way, Han Song remained silent, but fortunately, he was usually so arrogant that he didn't attract anyone's attention.

After getting off the bullock cart, Dong Chuanlin deliberately walked the slowest first, and after a short distance, he rushed forward quickly.When passing by Han Song, he jumped up and patted his head, and ran away laughing before he could react.

Han Song was stunned. Dong Chuanliang, who was at the side, saw his younger brother's mischievous appearance, and quickly apologized for him, and blamed the man who disappeared into the crowd in a flash.

When the two arrived at the noodle stall, Dong Chuanlin set up all the tables, chairs and benches, and made a funny face when he saw Han Song.

Just after explaining that the younger brother was just acting on a whim without any malice, Dong Chuanlin's action slapped Dong Chuanliang in the face. He smiled awkwardly at Han Song, and chased after him to discipline Dong Chuanlin.

After Han Song received Dong Chuanlin's eyes begging for mercy, he gloated and raised his eyebrows in a gesture of spreading his hands.

The misunderstanding stops here, and drifts away with the wind.

After the end of the day, the crowds in the market gradually decreased, and Dong Chuanliang said to close the stall and go home early.The child in Yu's belly is a few months old, and he thought of going back earlier to spend more time with his wife and children.

As soon as Dong Chuanlin touched the chopstick holder, a child came to eat noodles.If you have customers, you have to do business. Dong Chuanlin told the two of them not to clean up, but to serve this kid a bowl of noodles.

The guest is a child, Dong Chuanlin looked at it from the perspective of a 25-year-old, in fact, this little guest looks not far from Dong Chuanlin.

He was wearing an ill-fitting robe, and his hair was tied up high and meticulous, unlike the roughness of other boys.

The little guest felt that Dong Chuanlin was sizing him up, so he turned to stare at him, and pouted arrogantly when he withdrew his eyes.

Dong Chuanlin found it interesting, and was about to go up to tease him, but was stopped by Han Song who was watching from the sidelines.

Dong Chuanliang did things neatly, and a bowl of green onion noodles was ready in a short while.

Putting the noodles in front of the guests, Dong Chuanlin accidentally caught a glimpse of his ear when he left, and there was a bright earring mark on it.After discovering the secret, he hurried to Han Song's side and whispered quietly.

Han Song felt curious, stopped cleaning up the dishes, and looked up at the child who was concentrating on eating noodles.

The gradually quiet market suddenly became lively, and a group of people dressed as servants looked nervous, as if they were looking for someone.

The child eating noodles got up in a panic when he heard the movement, and the chopsticks in his hand dropped in a panic.She looked around and saw Dong Chuanliang's eyes shining behind the noodle cooking table, and hurriedly hid under it before the servant came.

Dong Chuanliang, who was packing up the sundries, was taken aback. The child hurriedly pulled the hem of his clothes, begging weakly and softly, "Help me."

There were tears in the child's eyes, and Dong Chuanlin, who was overflowing with fatherly love, was quickly defeated and continued to tidy up as if nothing had happened.

Dong Chuanlin and Han Song, who were watching on the sidelines, looked at each other, shrugged helplessly and smiled.

The eager and flustered steps gradually dissipated, and when the child breathed a sigh of relief and was about to come out, there was a sound outside.

Dong Chuanlin and Han Song were also a little shocked. The person who came was the steward of Yicaotang.He recognized that the two were the righteous men who spoke up to help find the traitor last time, so he came forward to say hello.

After the polite speech, the steward wanted to leave, and after thinking for a moment, he asked casually——Have you seen a 12-year-old girl passing by here?At the end, he explained that it was the daughter of the big shopkeeper of the medicine store who lost her temper and ran away from home.

Maybe because he felt that he couldn't get an answer, before the two of them spoke, he waved and said "excuse me".

Dong Chuanlin and Han Song exchanged glances, and after seeing Han Song nodding, he stepped forward to hold the steward and whispered something in his ear.

The steward was shocked after hearing this, but he was afraid that he would startle the snake and dare not make a sound, so he could only laugh hoarsely.

There was no voice outside, the child timidly poked her head out, and after seeing the back of the departing servant in front of her, she let out a sigh of relief.

As soon as he picked up the clean chopsticks, before the noodles could be put into his mouth, the voice of the steward came from behind him.

"Miss, it turns out that you are greedy for noodles. Next time you want to eat noodles, you can just tell the kitchen. You don't have to run out of trouble."