After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

"He bumped into you, and still called me an idiot?" Han Song asked in bewilderment.

Dong Chuanlin nodded quickly, "Yes, isn't it too much!"

Han Song frowned and said, "Or the person you mentioned earlier?"

When writing a letter before, Dong Chuanlin said that he had been excluded by others.At that time, Han Song only thought that this was the only way for newcomers, but he didn't expect that the other party had no intention of stopping after so long.

Dong Chuanlin replied: "Well, I don't understand why he has such a big opinion on me. It's as if I haven't paid the money I owe, and stares at me with a dark face every day."

"I'm afraid you're too good to steal his limelight." Han Song laughed softly, "I'll make a note of this. If he still targets you later, I'll deal with him."

Dong Chuanlin raised his eyebrows and asked, "You want me to endure?"

"What are you thinking? If you don't fight back, you won't be able to sit still and get beaten." Han Song met his eyes, "Isn't fighting on the first day at work forcing the boss to kick me out? You first write down all the accounts, and wait Get familiar with it and figure it out together.”

Dong Chuanlin nodded thoughtfully, and after a while of silence, he couldn't help but add.

"...Actually, I can handle this trivial matter by myself. It's better not to show off when you first come here, so as to impress the principals."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Song laughed softly.

A faint laugh aroused Dong Chuanlin's curiosity, and he asked, "What are you laughing at? Do you think I'm too weak to fight?"

"No." Han Song pursed his lips to suppress his smile, and coughed lightly, "I'm laughing at you, you're stupid, there are free helpers and you don't want to do it, but you're vying to do it yourself."

Dong Chuanlin: "Huh?"

"Resources must be used rationally, do you understand?"

Walking to the door of the residence, Han Song took a quick step, deliberately avoiding Dong Chuanlin's answer, and shouted as he walked: "Mother, we are back."

Dong Chuanlin, who was stunned in place, was thoughtful.

Rational use of resources?

Nice offer.

……

After he was seated, Dong Chuanlin picked up his chopsticks and was about to eat. Just as he touched the wall of the bowl to serve the bowl, a big hand suddenly cut off his beard.

Dong Chuanlin was a little confused, and turned to look at the owner of the hand.

Han Song put half of the vegetables in his own bowl into his own, then put the bowl in front of Dong Chuanlin, raised his eyebrows at him, and ate his food by himself.

The whole process was smooth, and Han Song didn't say a word.

The words of refusal were choked in his mouth and there was no chance to say it. Dong Chuanlin closed his slightly parted lips and obediently served the bowl to eat.

After dinner, Dong Chuanlin chatted with Aunt Han.

He was more worried about Aunt Han than he was worried that Han Song would not adapt.Aunt Han has stayed in Miaojia Village for nearly 20 years, and suddenly changed to an unfamiliar environment, no matter how peaceful her mind is, she will feel cramped.

After introducing all the warm and friendly neighbors around, Dong Chuanlin pulled out the interesting stories that happened in the village that he had told Han Song before.

Aunt Han listened with great interest, and asked him about the various rules here.

Dong Chuanlin was overjoyed, willing to understand was a good start, and he was even more enthusiastic when he spoke.The two chatted enthusiastically, until Han Song urged Aunt Han to wash up and go to bed, and the chatter did not end.

Aunt Han said with a smile, "Chuanlin, let Song'er chat with you. Auntie is going to wash up. Let's talk tomorrow when we have time."

"Okay." Dong Chuanlin replied, "Aunt Han, go to bed early."

The hot water was boiled in the stoves at both ends of the house. After the water was hot, Han Song took it to the shower room in the backyard.

The residence is not big at all, and it can be seen at a glance.It is inevitable to walk in and out to wash up, and it is not appropriate to continue sitting in the front hall and chatting.

Han Song proposed to sit in his room for a while.

Dong Chuanlin naturally had no objection, happily followed him into the room, and closed the door by the way.

"What were you laughing at?"

Just now when he was chatting with Aunt Han, Han Song listened to him and didn't speak, but laughed a few times from time to time, and the laughter was weird. Dong Chuanlin didn't say anything funny, but he laughed happily.

Dong Chuanlin glared at him secretly before he restrained himself.

"It's funny what you're talking about." Han Song sat down by the bed, patted the place next to him, and signaled him to go over.

There is nothing else in the room except a bed and a wardrobe. If you want to sit down, you have to sit on the edge of the bed.

Dong Chuanlin walked over slowly, "It's not like you haven't heard of it, just laugh."

"You're so domineering, you won't even let me laugh." Han Song suppressed his smile and said, "How many people have you told those words to? You said it so vividly and with emotion."

The version he told was completely different from the version Ye Shuhua told. If it wasn't for hearing him tell it on the way back, Han Song would have thought it was two different things.

"I've said it twice." Dong Chuanlin moved to his position, shortening the distance between the two.He glanced at the door and said in a low voice: "I was afraid that Aunt Han would not get used to it, so I specially picked up some funny things to say, and I didn't dare to speak when I was so sad."

He poked Han Song's waist with his elbow, "You should pay more attention to Aunt Han's emotions these few days, and I will take you to familiarize yourself with it after the busy few days."

Han Song looked at him, and it took him a long time to reply "OK."

After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Are you busy these days?"

"It's okay, if the weather is nice, I'll be busy." Dong Chuanlin pointed at his knee, "Pick it up and let me see how it's recovering."

Han Song rolled up his trousers and let Dong Chuanlin's little hands pinch his calf back and forth. He said in a deep voice, "If you're busy, do it first. I can handle it here."

The calf line is smooth and the muscles are strong and powerful.

Due to the long time of splinting, the medicinal juice solidified and soaked, leaving marks of different shades on the skin, which contrasted sharply with the fair skin above the knees.

"Don't worry, I won't delay work." Dong Chuanlin patted his calf, "The recovery is pretty good, but you should pay more attention in the future, don't get hurt again."

While speaking, Dong Chuanlin helped to put down the trousers, and his fingers slowly scratched the skin above his knees intentionally or unintentionally, with gentle force.

Han Song pursed his lips to resist the tremor that spread from his calf to his whole body, smoothed his trousers with one hand, and coughed twice with his other hand clenched into a fist.He said seriously: "How are you studying now? Have you kept up with the progress?"

Dong Chuanlin, who sneakily ate the tofu, was in a good mood, and said with a small face, "I have already caught up with you! Although my medicine-cutting skill is not the first among the apprentices in the same group, it is still one of the best."

After a pause, he said again: "It's a pity that we have different positions, otherwise I can let you see what real technology is! Guaranteed to impress you."

"So confident?" Han Song asked with a smile.

"That's right, powerful people don't need to hide." Dong Chuanlin was full of confidence, and said, "In a few days, I will take you to my place for a visit, and by the way, I will show you the results of my more than half a year of study."

Han Song smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll wait."

Day by day, the mother and son of the Han family quickly integrated into the life of the pharmaceutical village with the help of Dong Chuanlin.

When Aunt Han has nothing to do during the day, she discusses embroidery work with her aunts, doing homework.Han Song is quick-witted and quick to do things, which won Uncle Fu's favor.

My husband was not at home, so Uncle Fu put all his energy on Han Song, let him have a meal when he was off work, and went back to practice again.

Dong Chuanlin is also busy during this time.

After staying in the pharmacy for more than half a year, everyone can master all kinds of medicine cutting skills.At the beginning of next month, I will transfer to the processing room to learn the skills of frying medicine. Before going to the processing room, I will have a competition.

The content of the competition is the speed and quality of cutting different medicinal materials. The medicinal materials are usually accessible to everyone, so it is not difficult.

It's hard to be wrong, and it's hard to get the limelight.

This competition is related to the job arrangement of the apprentices in the future, and everyone dare not underestimate it. Every day after work, after eating, they rush back to the pharmacy to practice.

Everyone wants to perform well in this competition and make a good impression on the principal.

Dong Chuanlin is very strong-minded, but he doesn't want to be ranked behind in his grades, so he practices with him every day.

After dinner, just when the sunset was at its most beautiful, he went back to the pharmacy to practice.By the time the practice was over, night had fallen and the stars were shining.

Dong Chuanlin and Chen Suiyang went back to the room side by side, and when they were about to reach the door, he said, "You go back first, I'll go and see Brother Song."

"Okay." Chen Suiyang nodded, walked to the room alone, and just opened the door, he turned back and said: "Don't play too late, this competition is very important, and there is a lot of time to finish these few days."

Dong Chuanlin: "I see."

After speaking, he dragged his heavy and tired body and continued to move forward.He didn't want to play for too long or have a lot of fun, even if he wanted to, his tired body wouldn't allow it.

Dong Chuanlin just wanted to see Han Song and say a few words.

I thought they had worked very hard for the competition, but I didn't expect that a mountain is higher than a mountain.Dong Chuanlin's simple little wish failed to come true.

It was late at night, but Han Song hadn't returned yet after going to work.

Dong Chuanlin could only go back to the room disappointed.For several days, he went to look for Han Song again and again, but there was no sign of him.

Aunt Han said that Han Song left early and returned late every day, and it was rare for her to get along with her son.

A few days before the competition, Dong Chuanlin didn't dare to make mistakes, so he had to put aside his love for his children and settle the matter in front of him first.

Dong Chuanlin did not see Han Song for as many days as he practiced with the lamp on.

The night before the competition, the headmaster forced them to go back to rest and not allow them to practice any more, in order to show their best condition for the next day's competition.

After dinner, Dong Chuanlin and Chen Suiyang went back to the room together, not intending to go out.

Chen Suiyang was a little shocked, "A few days ago, you had to go to see Han Song when you didn't have time. Why is there no movement today when you have time?"

"I'm afraid I'll be distracted." Dong Chuanlin lay on the bed and closed his eyes and dozed off. "I'm going to have a good rest today, and it won't be too late to tell him when I get good grades in the competition."

These days, every time he went to Han Song, he failed. The two of them didn't seem to be working in the same place at all.

He originally planned to go directly to Uncle Fu to find Han Song when he had time today, but after careful consideration, he gave up.

Tomorrow is his first official competition after coming to Yicao Tang, he dare not take it lightly.In addition, Han Song came here to work, so any trouble could fall into his ears.

If the test results are good, everything is fine.

But if the grades are bad, Dong Chuanlin will have no face to see Han Song.

Moreover, with such a good opportunity, it would be a pity to think about it if Dong Chuanlin couldn't show his grades and win in front of Han Song.

Overworked, Dong Chuanlin, who was closing his arms lightly, gradually fell asleep.

He was still thinking vaguely, if he won the top three, what should he ask Han Song for as a reward...