After the separation, the space of Lingquan was filled up, and he was so angry that he went crazy

Wang Dahu was an apprentice in a family named Qian.

    The master is sixty-six years old and his name is Qian Fujiang. His wife is sixty-five and her name is Jiang Yiru. They have a son and a daughter. The eldest son Qian Manguan and the youngest daughter Qian Fuhou.

    Qian Manguan inherited his father's craftsmanship and his family's shop. He was married and had children, and his family was prosperous and happy.

    Qian Fuhou married into the right family and ran a cloth shop. However, she gave birth to three daughters in succession and could not give birth to a son. This was the only unsatisfactory thing, but how could everything go well in life.

    The second elder of the Qian family does not live under the same roof as his son.

    Qian Manguan's family is doing business in the town.

    The two elders live in the mountains and forests in the suburbs for their retirement. The environment is quiet and peaceful, like a fairyland on earth.

    There is a stream in the front and a bamboo forest in the back, with mountains at the back. Just do some carpentry and use local materials, and plant some vegetables, and your life will be very comfortable.

    The old man has no other hobbies but drinking and fishing. He is famous for his carpentry skills and his carvings of flowers, birds, fish and insects are lifelike.

    Therefore, people often come to learn skills from his teachers.

    However, the threshold for apprenticeship is very high. It takes three years to become a master and five years to become a talented person. The apprenticeship fee is fifty taels, but even if you have money, you may not charge it.

    When Qian Fujiang took in a disciple, he saw his potential at first sight, and if he didn't like him at first sight, he would never accept him again.

    He said that being a carpenter requires a calm mind.

    In the quiet courtyard, the old man was lying on a recliner and fell asleep.

    There were sawdust everywhere in the yard, and Wang Dahu was carving something seriously. On a hot day, he didn't even notice that the sun was gradually covering him.

    As the sweat on his forehead became more and more, it even dripped into his eyes, and he reacted with a stinging pain. He raised his hand to wipe it, and looked at the master who was snoring like thunder. Even though he was dizzy from the sun, he did not dare to move. Half a point.

    Just because what I did was really bad.

    The flowers I carved were stiff and devoid of beauty, but with a few random touches by the master, the lines became smooth and lifelike.

    He took a deep breath and continued to lean down and carve.

    "Oh, you silly kid, you don't know how to move even when the sun is shining on you. You're almost going to be cooked by the sun."

    Master Jiang Yiru came over with herbal tea. When she saw Wang Dahu like this, she immediately started shouting.

    Wang Dahu's face turned even redder under the sun, and he whispered, "Master, I'm fine."

    Jiang Yiru's voice had woken up Qian Fujiang. He opened his eyes drowsily, then wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, yawned and looked at Wang Dahu, and said sleepily: "I just told you not to eat until you are ready. I didn’t ask you to carve in the sun.”

    Wang Dahu then moved his nest naively and went to the shade.

    Jiang Yiru served her herbal tea and said reproachfully: "You are such a fool, you don't even know how to stand in the sun."

    "Thank you, Mistress." Wang Dahu took the tea cup and drank it in one gulp, feeling relieved all over.

    Jiang Yiru smiled and said, "Your master caught fish yesterday, and it just so happens that he will make braised fish for you today."

    Wang Dahu's heart was filled with warmth and he could not say anything else except thank you.

    The master is strict, but the master is gentle. Every time he encounters a setback with the master, the master will gently heal all his grievances and sorrows.

    Wang Dahu lowered his head and continued carving.

    It’s not difficult to make a chair, it’s not difficult to make a table, it’s even easy to make a bed. What’s difficult is the carving, which is beautiful.

    If he can't learn all the skills from his master, he will have to do a small business to make ends meet.

    As long as a wealthy family likes the exquisite furniture made by my senior brother, it will only take a few years of income for a poor family.

    As the saying goes, if you practice three or six things, you will be number one.

    They are all trained as carpenters. Some people make expensive furniture and can make a lot of money with their exquisite carving skills, while some people are not good at learning and can only make simple furniture and sell it to ordinary people, which is just enough for themselves.

    Therefore, Wang Dahu works harder than anyone else. Even though his hands are always injured, calluses will naturally grow on his hands if they are injured too much.

    Even if he repeats the carving movements day after day, his whole body will suffer from backache, but he still always wakes up earlier and goes to bed later than the time prescribed by his master.

    "Is anyone here?"

    At this time, someone suddenly shouted at the door of the courtyard.

    Wang Dahu, who was carving, was shocked. This was Wang Dahua's voice.

    "Who is it?" Jiang Yiru walked towards the entrance of the hospital and saw a pregnant girl.

    She asked: "Is Wang Dahu here?"

    Qian Fujiang also woke up from his nap and asked in a daze: "Who is it?"

    "Looking for Dahu." Jiang Yiru brought the person in.

    Wang Dahu stopped what he was doing, stood up and patted the dust and sawdust off his body.

    But when he saw Wang Dahua's slightly bulging abdomen, his pupils shrank sharply and his face looked a little ugly.

    "Dahu, is this your wife?" Jiang Yiru asked, and then said: "I'll pour tea."

    Qian Fujiang took a look at Wang Dahua, and then continued to lie down and sleep.

    Wang Dahu never told the couple about his family situation, nor did they ask.

    Wang Dahua stared at Wang Dahu and slowly approached him.

    Wang Dahu concealed the shock in his heart, turned his head and glanced at his master, and said, "If you have anything to do, go outside later. My master is sleeping. You should drink some water first."

    Wang Dahua nodded without saying a word.

    Soon Jiang Yiru came out with tea.

    The day was very hot, Wang Dahua drank up the water in one gulp, and then took a long breath.

    Wang Dahu handed the cup to Jiang Yiru and said, "Thank you, Mrs., let's go out and have a few words."

    Jiang Yiru nodded, "Go ahead, I'll cook for you."

    The two walked side by side out of the yard.

    Wang Dahua's first sentence was to ask: "Where is the money my grandfather gave me?"

    But Wang Dahu didn't answer the question, "Whose child is this? Where is Xiaohu?"

    He knew in his heart that this child would definitely not be his.

    The last time he and Wang Dahua had sex was more than half a year ago, and Wang Dahua's belly was obviously only four or five months old.

    Wang Dahua said indifferently; "This child belongs to Wang Xiaohu, and Wang Xiaohu is dead."

    Wang Dahu's heart throbbed and he asked in disbelief, "What did you say? What's wrong with Xiaohu?"

    Wang Dahua said in a cool tone: "I said, Wang Xiaohu is dead."

    "How did he die? How did he die so well?" Wang Dahu suppressed his grief, but his whole body was trembling.

    Wang Dahua said impatiently: "He was caught stealing and fell into the water and drowned when he was escaping. What a waste."

    "What about the corpse?" Wang Dahu's eyes were red, full of unbearable pain.

    "He fell and drowned. The body was fished out the next day. I didn't have money to bury it, so I didn't claim it. Later, the government took it away.

    They said that if the government officials found out their identities, they would send them back to their hometowns, and if they couldn't find out, they would bury them hastily. "

    Wang Dahu stared at Wang Dahua coldly.

    "So you came back on your own and just left him behind?"

    Not to be outdone, Wang Dahua stared at him, pointed at her belly and said, "Then what do you think I should do? I have a big belly, and it will be very difficult for me to come back safely and find you."