Repayment of the little fox

Mr. Pharmacist heard that Sikong's family gave half of antler to Aunt Liu for free, so he bought the other half at a price that was [-]% higher than the charged price.In the blink of an eye, Hu Zhi had an income of ten taels of silver.Sikong won Hu Zhi's consent to use the extra money to buy furniture.

Aunt Liu's youngest son, Liu Xiuming, worked as an apprentice under Carpenter Zhang, and Aunt Liu sent his son to buy furniture for them.

Liu Xiuming had just turned sixteen, the young man saw Hu Zhi for the first time, his love was just beginning to bloom, his face was flushed with red, and he was a little stumbled when he spoke: "Brother Si, sister-in-law... what kind of furniture do you want?"

In front of outsiders, Hu Zhi is Sikong's talker.

He pouts at Sikong: "This one wants an Arhat bed."

Liu Xiuming felt strange, it seems that country people rarely play arhat beds.It is too small to be used as a bed so that it cannot be turned over.For hospitality, chairs are fine, and Luohan bed is also a couch, and I don’t like it too big.Only the big men in the city and the houses are big, so this is fashionable.

"It's not practical to use wood for the Arhat bed, it's a waste of money." Liu Xiuming said truthfully.

Hu Zhi said: "The house is small, the two beds are too crowded, it is most suitable to buy a couch." Hu Zhi repeatedly teased Si Kong to sleep in the same bed, but Si Kong stayed on the small round table, his temper was as hard as a dog's bone .Sleeping on a couch is better than sleeping on a table.

Liu Xiuming, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was quick-witted and understood instantly.The two don't want to sleep together.There was a small ripple in his heart.He worked as a carpenter and met many girls from all over the world. None of them were as good-looking as Hu Zhi. They had the kind of round faces that were pleasing to the eye. When he smiled, he wished to give him two pieces of candy and spoil him for the rest of his life.

"Go, go, go."

Liu Xiuming nodded hurriedly, and spoke more enthusiastically, "I'll take a wooden ruler to measure the size for you when I go home. If Brother Xiao Si sleeps, it might be as big as a bed."

The couch is no more than tables, chairs and benches, it can be added easily.This kind of large object needs to be measured in advance, and then the wood is ordered, and then the carpenter makes it.

Hu Zhi took out a piece of paper and handed it over: "We have finished the drawing. Just follow this."

In order to have a couch to sleep on, Sikong specially asked Aunt Liu to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the city, which cost more than a tael of silver.

Different angles, such as front view, side view, and upward view, are marked with dimensions, and the enlarged partial drawing process is drawn at the joints of various components.

Liu Xiuming has studied art for four years, and he has never seen such detailed carpentry drawings, and he has never even heard of some crafts.

"Sister-in-law, what kind of craft is this, this curved piercing pin?"

Hu Zhi looked at Sikong.

Sikong pursed his lips and said, "Using the irregular fat leather material as the inner support of the bed tooth board, saving wood."

Liu Xiuming looked closely at the drawing and nodded in surprise: "Yes. This not only saves wood, but also saves assembly steps compared to the usual method of triangular pins."

Liu Xiuming asked a few more questions about craftsmanship. Although Sikong didn't talk much, every time he uttered it surprised him. He thought he knew better than a 20-year-old carpenter.

"Brother Xiaosi, didn't you... um... did you have some problems? Why do you suddenly know so much about carpentry? And... this carving technique is really difficult. We can't do it... not only my master can't do it No carpenter in the entire county can do it!"

Hu Zhi didn't look at the drawings carefully before, and listened to Liu Xu's chatter for a long time, exclaiming from time to time, and curiously leaned closer to look at the drawings.

The vigorous and powerful brushwork looks better than his master, Uncle Xun. You must know that Uncle Xun is a monster who has cultivated for a thousand years.

Although Hu Zhigang has not been in shape for a long time, and his handwriting is crooked like a three-year-old child, he still has the skill of recognizing and appreciating words.Sikong is not only good at calligraphy, but also very neat in his drawings.

Well!Who can paint the vast scene of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea on the back of the Luohan bed? It is really impossible to carve.

Hu Zhi looked at Sikong with burning eyes: "Where did you come from, a thousand-year-old monster? Pretend to be a little idiot with me."

It was only then that Sikong realized that something was wrong, that's right, no one taught him how to read, why did he come here just to write, and he even knew the skills that the old carpenter didn't have.Sikong's mind went blank, and he couldn't think of a reason at all, so he just got it out of thin air, and he just picked it up.

Sikong shook his head blankly.

Hu Zhi lightly grasped his wrist, but did not detect the slightest demonic power.

"Could it be that there is only a thin line between a fool and a genius in the legend?" Hu Zhi murmured.

Some people in the world will awaken talents that they never had before after life and death.

"It's always a good thing." Hu Zhi patted Sikong's hand with a smile.

Hu Zhi's heart was as big as a fight and he didn't care about it, which made the confused Sikong gradually regain his composure.

It is impossible to carve patterns and patterns, just an ordinary wooden backboard.

After finalizing the details of making the Arhat bed, Liu Xiuming said, "I need to go to my master to order the wood. Brother Xiao Si, you go with me."

Although he spoke to Sikong, his eyes unconsciously glanced at Hu Zhi.His mother told him that Sikong is not good at communicating with others, and now that he is here, he is indeed so.On the contrary, it was Hu Zhi, who looked as big as him, but he was graceful and cute.Therefore, he is actually inviting Hu Zhi to go.

"I'll go with you." Hu Zhi readily agreed.

Liu Xiuming looked at Hu Zhi with friendly and appreciative eyes...but Sikong felt slightly uncomfortable.It was so small that even he himself ignored it.After all, Liu Xiuming's judgment is very accurate, he really won't go out.

Seeing Hu Zhi leaving with Liu Xiuming talking and laughing, Sikong didn't look away until his back disappeared.He picked water and watered vegetables silently.Various small vegetable seedlings in the yard had just sprouted, and Sikong slowly sprinkled them spoonful by spoonful.

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The sun fell from the top of the head to the other side of the mountain, and Hu Zhi had already gone for three full hours.

After Sikong poured water, he went to the stream to collect two fish, caught a pheasant in the trap set in the forest, and picked two lotus leaves.The fish was boiled to milky white, the pheasant was disembowelled, cleaned, stuffed with spices, coated with yellow mud, wrapped in lotus leaves, put into the dug pit, and lit a bonfire.

Beggar chicken, Hu Zhi begged four or five times, but Sikong never did it.He thinks that the practice of wrapping chicken in yellow mud is really unclean.Today, without Hu Zhi's urging, I did it patiently.

Thinking of Hu Zhi's gluttonous and obedient appearance, a smile appeared on the corner of Sikong's mouth.

Hu Zhi came back when it was getting dark, holding a large tub of cherries as red as agate in his arms.

"Aunt Liu's house has two big cherry trees! These are picked by Liu Xiuming for me. They are very sweet. My teacher... I like cherries the most. Try it." Hu Zhi's round eyes smiled into crescents, and he took a bite. A cherry, very happy to eat.

Sikong said expressionlessly: "Have you washed the cherries?"

"Eh..." This clean freak.Hu Zhi was speechless, and stuffed one into Sikong's mouth, covering his lips with his palm: "Don't spit it out."

Sikong frowned and finished eating.Unripe and very sour.However, the tip of his nose seemed to be able to smell the sweetness of Hu Zhi's fingertips, which made him tentatively believe that cherries were sweet.