After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

Han Song's accidental injury changed the rest schedule arranged by Dong Chuanlin.

The previous agreement to learn to cook was wasted, and Han Song promised to give him another grilled fish feast, and he couldn’t even take a walk in the most usual way.

Dong Chuanlin was bored and could only stay at home with Han Song.

He dug out the drawing of the acoustic guitar that he had drawn on a whim before, and wanted to take advantage of the few days of rest to tinker with it.

After the tortuous journey of carving the rabbit last time, this time Dong Chuanlin drew up the drawings meticulously, and all the details are clearly marked.

After reading it, Han Song couldn't help sighing: "It looks a bit like this time, I guess it will work."

"What do you mean it can be done?" Dong Chuanlin snatched the blueprint, "It will definitely be done! When it is done, I will play and sing for you."

It's not easy to be a star these days, no one has a lot of brushes.Although he doesn't have a very good specialty, playing a simple ditty and humming a song is still a piece of cake.

The corner of Han Song's mouth raised, and he replied, "Okay. Then I'll wait."

The cowhide has been blown out, so it doesn't work without hard work.In order to make better finished products, Dong Chuanlin planned to go to the town to ask Master Li for his experience.

He first greeted Master Li and made an appointment to ask for advice.Of course, he didn't dare to say specifically what it was for, only that he wanted to make a stringed instrument.

Keep a low profile and keep safe.

Master Li has always felt ashamed for abandoning Dong Chuanlin as an apprentice halfway through.Hearing that he had something to ask for advice, Master Li enthusiastically agreed.

Dong Chuanlin was afraid that he would not be able to remember it, and he was also afraid that he would forget it after a while.Before setting off, he pondered over whether to call Han Song.

Han Song is good at manual work, as long as he is not allowed to do delicate work such as red string.

But after a hundred days of injury, Han Song's leg injury was just a little bit, and if something went wrong along the way, it would be a lifetime of regret.There was no other suitable candidate, so after much deliberation, he decided to go alone. If he really couldn't remember, he would ask Master Li to borrow a pen and paper to record it.

On the day of departure, as soon as he stepped out of the gate, he saw Han Song walking on a country road with a cane.

Dong Chuanlin was puzzled and asked him why he came here.

Han Song said naturally, "Didn't you say you were going to the town today? I'll go with you."

Dong Chuanlin frowned, "What are you going to do? I didn't ask you to accompany me." Although he wanted Han Song to go with him, he didn't say so.

"I'm going shopping, I didn't make a special trip to accompany you." Han Song rubbed his nose, "Don't think too much, let's go, I won't be able to catch up with the ox cart later."

"No——" Dong Chuanlin stopped Han Song who said he was leaving, "What are you going to buy? I'll bring it back for you, so don't go. You'd better be careful with your legs."

Han Song glanced at the legs that were fixed with wooden boards, and said in a casual tone, "Small injuries don't matter." As soon as he finished speaking, he walked forward with a cane, and his pace and speed were no different from that of a normal man.

If Dong Chuanlin hadn't seen his injury with his own eyes, he would have mistaken him for faking just by looking at his straight back.

Dong Chuanlin followed in small steps, "What's a minor injury? You haven't heard of a bone injury for a hundred days, right? You're going to be tossing hard today, and you'll cry when you leave an old injury."

Han Song ignored his words and walked straight forward.

"You are such a stubborn donkey!" Dong Chuanlin was about to explode, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said patiently and kindly: "Give me the basket, tell me what you want to buy, and I will bring it back for you."

The hem of his clothes was tightly tied, and Han Song couldn't leave even if he wanted to. He pondered for a moment and said, "I feel uncomfortable in my legs these days. I want to go to Yicaotang and ask the doctor to prescribe some medicine." Comfortable.

"Your leg hurts again?" Dong Chuanlin panicked, and immediately squatted down to check, "What's uncomfortable? Why didn't you tell me earlier, I'll help you go home first, and let the doctor come and see."

"Don't—" Han Song said slowly, "The doctor at the entrance of the village has gone away to visit relatives during the Chinese New Year, and it's useless for you to ask for it." He paused, and then said, "That doctor's medical skills... let's go to Yicaotang. "

Dong Chuanlin instantly understood the meaning hidden in his words.

In terms of medical skills, the doctors in the village can't compare with the doctors in Yicaotang.Besides, Han Song's injury was nearly ten days old, and the recovery speed is very slow. It's not a bad thing to go to Yicaotang to let a doctor with more advanced medical skills have a look.

"Okay." Dong Chuanlin agreed with pursed lips, emphasizing while supporting him, "Don't be brave, speak up if you feel uncomfortable."

Han Song smiled and nodded in response.

When he came to the town by bullock cart, Dong Chuanlin refused to listen to Han Song's advice to visit Master Li first, but took Han Song to see a doctor in Yicaotang first.

Han Song had no choice but to follow him.

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The benefits of having acquaintances are reflected in all aspects.

The two didn't line up and were invited directly into the cubicle.During the doctor's consultation, Dong Chuanlin stayed by his side, for fear of missing the doctor's instructions.

After the consultation, when the doctor was writing the prescription and prescribing the medicine, Dong Chuanlin reluctantly went to another cubicle to discuss departure and other matters with Uncle Wang.

Seeing him go out of the room, Han Song called to stop the doctor, and asked in a low voice: "Doctor, I have always felt a dull pain in my joints these few days and nights, is there something serious?"

The doctor immediately put down his pen and stepped forward to check, "Why didn't you say it when I asked you just now?"

The inspection required the removal of the fixed wooden boards. Han Song held back the pain and said slowly: "My younger brother is young and easily panics when things happen. It's okay to tell him when it's confirmed."

The gray-haired doctor asked again carefully, and Han Song answered truthfully this time.

The doctor tied the plank back to his leg and said, "No serious problem, just take the medicine on time, just be careful."

"Thank you, doctor." Han Song nodded and said, "Please don't tell others about this, it's troublesome."

The doctor smiled and nodded in agreement.

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After Dong Chuanlin finished talking with Uncle Wang, his face was tense and he was not very interested.After stepping out of the gate of Yicao Hall, Han Song asked, "What did Uncle Wang tell you, his face is wrinkled like this."

"Nothing." Dong Chuanlin waved his hand, "Go back and tell you, let's visit Master Li first."

The two quickened their pace and came to Master Li's house. Master Li had prepared tea and waited.

After chatting a few words, I started to get busy with business.Dong Chuanlin took out a piece of paper from his arms, on which the questions were neatly listed.

Regarding the choice of wood, how to polish it, how to wind it...all the details are considered.Dong Chuanlin's sufficient preparation surprised both Master Li and Han Song.

Han Songyuan thought that he just wanted to have fun when he had nothing to do, but he didn't expect that he was seriously preparing for this matter.

Master Li felt very relieved, he hadn't seen him grow up very fast in half a year, and he was much more organized in his work.Facing his questions, Master Li patiently answered them one by one.

Han Song sat beside and listened together.

Coming out of Master Li's house, Dong Chuanlin has gained a lot.In addition to professional theoretical and empirical knowledge, Master Li also presented him with a piece of fine wood and a few strings.

According to Master Li's original words, the wood and chords are all made up before, and they can't be used for much, so it's better to give them to those who need them.Gratitude is beyond words. Dong Chuanlin can only keep his kindness in his heart and repay it slowly in the future.

Carrying a lot of things, the two of them didn't want to stay longer, and each ate two meat buns to fill their stomachs, and the two went home.

Dong Chuanlin was holding the wood, carrying a pannier behind his back, and when he walked to Han's house, his back was covered with sweat.He took the water Aunt Han poured and drank it in one gulp to feel better.

"Slow down, be careful not to choke." Aunt Han was anxious at the side, "What's the matter, this is, I'm so tired after going out."

Dong Chuanlin's mouth was extremely dry, and he was still drinking water.

Han Song chuckled lightly and said, "I love showing off."

The doctor at Yicaotang gave Han Song ten days of traditional Chinese medicine, plus Aunt Han's medicine, which accounted for more than half of the basket.The backpack was brought by Han Song, and he carried it on his back at first.Later, Dong Chuanlin scrambled to recite it, but Han Song couldn't compete and let him go.

It's just half a basket of medicine, and it's not very heavy.

Unexpectedly, when I came out of Master Li's house, I got a piece of wood.The wood was not easy to carry, and there was no suitable container to store it. In desperation, Dong Chuanlin had to carry it home.

Han Song asked him to put down the basket and carry it on his own, but Dong Chuanlin didn't want to, so he had to bear everything by himself.

With his thin body, he was not used to heavy work, so he was out of breath after such a sudden toss.

After resting for a while, Dong Chuanlin regained his strength, but he always felt that his shoulders were so sore that he couldn't help beating them with his hands.

Seeing this, Han Song beckoned him into the house.

Dong Chuanlin didn't understand what he meant, so he followed him into the house ignorantly.

After entering the room, Han Song went to the cabinet and took out a bottle of medicinal wine, motioned him to sit down, and said, "Take off your clothes."

"Ah?" Dong Chuanlin stared round his eyes, took off... clothes?

Han Song raised the medicinal wine in his hand, "I'll help you apply some medicinal wine, otherwise you'll be in pain tomorrow."

"Oh, good." Dong Chuanlin obediently took off his coat, he looked at the gray undershirt and asked, "Do you want to take off this one too?"

"How do you apply medicinal wine if you don't take it off?" Han Song raised his eyebrows and asked.

Don't look at Dong Chuanlin's face as thick as a city wall, but when he really took a step closer, he flinched a little. "Why don't you give me the medicinal wine, I'll make it myself before going to bed." Dong Chuanlin said weakly.

"Take it off quickly." Han Song said seriously, "It's useless to just rub it on. I'll squeeze it for you and it will get better quickly."

Dong Chuanlin didn't say a word, and slowly untied the belt of his underwear with his head down.

His aggrieved appearance made Han Song feel like he was forcing someone into prostitution.

A thin inner coat made Dong Chuanlin look like he was taking off a complicated dress. Han Song waited a little impatiently, urging: "Hurry up!" Wearing a piece of clothing is not too cold to panic.

"Brother Song," Dong Chuanlin said in a trembling voice, "The window is cracked, and the wind coming in is so cold."

Han Song glanced at the window, went over with a cane and closed it tightly.

Taking advantage of the short time when Han Song left, Dong Chuanlin quickly took off his underwear and turned his back.The young man was thin, with obvious shoulder blades on both sides. He bent slightly and the bones on both sides were shaped like butterflies spreading their wings.

He trembled a little when he heard the heavy footsteps behind him.

Not scared, not shy.Dong Chuanlin classified this inexplicable feeling as nervousness, which was caused by anticipation and could not be restrained.

Han Song moved neatly, poured the medicinal wine into the palm of his hand, rubbed it a few times, and then placed his big palm on the boy's not-so-generous shoulders.

Han Song had intentionally controlled his hand strength and speed, but Dong Chuanlin couldn't help shrinking his neck and refused.

"Don't move." Han Song said softly, "If you annoy me, things won't be that simple..."