I was reborn with amnesia and was picked up by Lao Gong

Feng Shu played with the wood silently, ignoring those gossip.He carefully carved a piece of wood, carved it into the shape of a wing, and then put it together with other wood, and placed a paradox in the center groove.

"Asu, what are you doing?"

Hua Lan's voice rang in Feng Shu's ears, startling him a lot.He held the wooden butterfly in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Hua, I just, just want to do it for fun..."

Hua Lan didn't blame him for being lazy, but said kindly: "Oh? Can I have a look?"

Feng Shu hesitated, put the wooden butterfly into Hua Lan's palm with some embarrassment, and said in a low voice: "I... I just think of the butterflies I saw when I was a child, they can fly."

The craftsman on the side laughed and said, "Of course butterflies can fly."

Another person said: "Oh, thankfully, I thought this kid was so amazing, after all, he is still a child."

Feng Shu blushed and remained silent.Hua Lan didn't take it seriously, just smiled gently and asked, "Asu, the butterflies you've seen are also woodcuts?"

Feng Shu nodded, and said: "I have played with a few butterflies, as long as the wings of the butterflies touch one piece, they can fly."

Hua Lan said: "Oh? You butterfly, the same reason?"

Feng Shu nodded again.He watched as Hua Lan gently folded the butterfly's wings and touched a piece——

In an instant, the wooden butterfly shook slightly, and actually spread its wings and flew up.

However, because Feng Shu's carving was not very stable, the butterfly's wings were a little asymmetrical, and it flew a little crookedly, and finally hit the window with a "snap", breaking into pieces of wood.

From the beginning to the end, the whole room was surprisingly quiet. It was not until after the wood butterfly was killed that someone said "Ah" and said, "This... how did you do this?"

"Yeah, I've never seen this magic weapon..."

"Genius! This kid is a genius!"

"The old master who adopted him back then, really has a discerning eye!"

After all, Feng Shu is still a child, and he feels a little embarrassed to be praised by a group of elders in turn.

He lowered his head and said, "Actually, it's nothing...it won't be very difficult to do."

A craftsman said: "Hey, Su Wazi, do it again, so we can learn from it?"

Feng Shu glanced at Hua Lan, seeing him smiling and nodding, he took a few more pieces of wood, carved them into small parts, and then put them together according to the method just now.

Soon, another wooden butterfly fluttered in the workshop.It flapped its wooden thin butterfly wings, briskly circled the room round and round, and finally stopped on Feng Shu's shoulder.

Feng Shu pushed the wooden butterfly's wings in the opposite direction, and put it back on the table.Hearing the admiration of the craftsmen around him, his ears turned slightly red, but his eyes could not help but drift towards Hua Lan's direction.

"Asu, well done."

Hua Lan lovingly touched Feng Shu's little head, and the latter lowered his head shyly, with a jerky smile on his face.

"It was Uncle Hua who taught me well."

Hua Lan smiled, clapped her hands and said, "Okay, it's time to get busy, let's go."

The onlookers dispersed in a rush, while Hua Lan returned to Feng Shu after inspecting the workshop, and said in a low voice, "Asu, the wooden butterfly you made is really exquisite, but it has no practical use, it's just to coax It's just a child's play."

Feng Shu made the wooden butterfly just on a whim, wanting to play with it.But after all, he listened to Hua Lan's words very much, so he said obediently: "Uncle Hua, what do you mean?"

Hua Lan said, "Wouldn't it be more practical if this wooden butterfly could be used to deliver things, such as sending letters or making a hidden compartment inside?"

Feng Shu thought for a moment, then said: "Okay, Ah Su will try hard to see, and he will definitely live up to Uncle Hua's expectations."

Hua Lan touched his head with a smile, and left the workshop.In order not to let people say that he was lazy, Feng Shu put all his energy into making the magic weapon, and did not take out the wooden butterfly to study it until after work in the evening.

His research lasted until late at night.All the people in the workshop were gone, only Feng Shu's small figure was left.

He was engrossed in carving and engraving, and the candles on the table also changed from long to short, and then replaced with new ones, continuing to sway candle tears.

It was early morning when Feng Shu finally produced a satisfactory finished product.He suppressed his excitement, and made the utensils together with the craftsmen who came one after another. It was not until noon when Hua Lan came to inspect that he carefully held the wooden butterfly in his palm and handed it to Hua Lan as if offering a treasure.

"Uncle Hua, I did as you said. There is a mechanism in the abdomen of this butterfly. You only need to rub it three times to the left and right to open the hidden storage compartment. But there is not much space, so you can only put some small stones and small notes. That's all."

"Oh? Let me see."

Hua Lan took the wooden butterfly, tried to open the mechanism, put a piece of wood inside, and then closed the hidden compartment.

He closed the wings of the wood butterfly, and instantly a wood-colored shadow swayed into the air, attracting admiration.

This time the butterfly, Feng Shu cared very carefully.It danced in the workshop, dexterously dodging obstacles one by one, and even the sound of the friction of the butterfly wings was barely audible.

"Asu, did you do this yourself? Didn't you ask other people to help?"

Feng Shu nodded, and said, "Asu did it after work, so it didn't delay the work of the workshop."

Hua Lan said, "It took you all night to make it?"

Feng Shu lowered his head embarrassingly, and said: "I... I was a little sleepy in the middle of the journey, I couldn't help but dozed off a few times, and chipped the wood crookedly, it took so long."

The craftsmen on the side listened and started whispering.Unlike yesterday's praise, this time their conversation was very quiet.

Feng Shu's attention was all on Hua Lan, but he didn't pay attention to what those people said.

Hua Lan stretched out his hand, took the wooden butterfly back, and said, "That's right. Asu, do you want to make something more fun?"

Feng Shu nodded and said, "Think."

Hua Lan chuckled, stretched out his hand to take Feng Shu's little hand, and then shouted to all the craftsmen in the room: "I took Asu away, everyone keep working hard."

Feng Shu listened to the jagged echoes of the craftsmen, felt the warmth from the palm of his hand, and felt warm in his heart.

Uncle Hua has been so kind to me. When I grow up, I will definitely repay his kindness!

Feng Shu thought so, so when Hua Lan brought him into the cellar of the main house and asked him to ponder the objects placed inside, he agreed without hesitation.

This cellar is different from the general storage of grain. There are several wooden cabinets inside, and all kinds of weird instruments and manuscripts are placed.

Those magical instruments were branded with black marks somewhere, and there were traces of dismantling, which should have been left behind by the last researcher.

In addition to the few wooden cabinets, there is also a low table in the center of the cellar with a straw mat underneath.

In addition, candlesticks were placed on all four sides of the cellar, and bamboo mats and straw stacks were placed only on the west side, which looked like a bed.

Maybe it's because it's underground, the temperature here is a little cold, and the air exudes a damp and stuffy atmosphere, which makes people's noses itchy.

Feng Shu was assigned two tasks. In addition to dismantling the magic weapon and researching the production method and function, he also needed to convert the simple design on the straw paper into words and patterns, and then write it down on the prepared white paper.

The former task is not difficult for Feng Shu, but the latter task is a bit beyond.

He originally wanted to question, but seeing Hua Lan's expectant eyes, he swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and only nodded silently, expressing his understanding.

This time, Feng Shu stayed in the closed cellar for two years.Every day, Hua Lan sent someone to bring him water and food, and occasionally came to visit him in person, and took away the finished manuscripts after checking the progress.

There are too many instruments and sketches in the cellar.Feng Shu wanted to finish it quickly and return to the ground as soon as possible.But right now, he was stumped by the few remaining manuscripts.

"Doll... joints... how did this part work?"

Feng Shu rubbed his eyes, put down the brush in his hand, and leaned tiredly on the low table.

Although there are candlesticks in the cellar, there is no sunlight after all. Occasionally after working for a long time, the eyes will feel sore before the back hurts.

Feng Shu closed his eyes and rested for a while, and decided to eat some food first to satisfy his hunger.He put away the straw paper, got up and walked to the trap door, picked up the tray under the wooden ladder, and carried it to the low table.

"I don't know how everyone is doing?"

He took a bite of the steamed buns that were already cold, and stared blankly at the half-empty wooden cabinet, feeling inexplicably sad.

In addition to the puppet manuscripts, many scraps of paper were written on the designs of magical instruments that Feng Shu could not understand.

Since his progress slowed down, Hua Lan's visits to him have gradually decreased, from once every three days to once every seven days, and finally twice a month.

"If you really can't research it, Uncle Hua...will he be disappointed with me?"

He spoke in a daze, then quickly shook his head, closed his eyes, and reached out to stroke his head.

"Don't be afraid, you can...you can do it."

"Good boy, Ah Su, Uncle Hua is so gentle, he will never abandon you."

Talking to yourself becomes a habit when no one talks to you.Feng Shu recalled Hua Lan's smiling face, felt that the top of his head was really caressed by that warm big hand, and his mood improved a lot.

He quickly chewed off the steamed buns, drank up the pickled vegetable soup on the side, then put the bowls and chopsticks back to their original positions, and continued to study the drawings.

In this way, after a few months, Feng Shu finally solved the remaining few drawings.

When he thought he was done, Hua Lan who came to visit gave him another small box.

"Asu, what is contained in this box is a high-quality magic weapon, which will not be damaged by fire or invaded by water. After you study it, you can go back to the workshop and become a qualified craftsman."

Hearing this, Feng Shu was a little astonished: "A qualified...craftsman?"

Hua Lan smiled and nodded: "That's right. You are too young, and you were directly asked to work in the crafting workshop before, which caused dissatisfaction among some craftsmen. In the past two years, you have grown a lot, and now you are only one step away from being recognized by everyone. is you."

Feng Shu held the flat box, his fingertips turned white: "Uncle Hua, the magic weapon contained here..."

For some reason, he always felt that this black box looked familiar, and it was very similar to the one that his father last desperately guarded but was taken away.

Hua Lan smiled and said, "If you're curious, open it and have a look."

Feng Shu carefully held the box in his arms, and then slowly opened it.He saw a layer of cloth-like film inside, shining a little light under the light of the candle, and it was almost transparent.

Feng Shu had never seen a magic weapon made of such a material, and was a little stunned for a while.He carefully picked up the ritual vessel, looked at it under the candlelight for a moment, and asked, "Uncle Hua, who made this vessel?"

Hua Lan smiled and said, "This is a magic weapon handed down by my Hua family. The craftsman who made it didn't keep the manuscript, and future generations have never been able to understand its mystery."

Feng Shu said: "This... If Uncle Hua can't figure it out, then I..."

Hua Lan raised her hand to stop Feng Shu's words, and then took advantage of the situation to pat him on the shoulder.He looked at Feng Shu's hesitant face, and said earnestly:

"Asu, Yin'er is a child under my knees, but he is not interested in making utensils at all, and he is not that kind of material at all. Unlike Yin'er, you have always been smart, agile, and eager to learn. Uncle Hua treats you, but High hopes."

He took the film from Feng Shu, put it back into the box, and handed the box to Feng Shu.

"Those who want to achieve great things must first suffer from their hearts and minds, so they are motivated and patient, and they have benefited from what they can't do. In the past two years, Asu has been studying here alone, and he is really wronged. If you want to refuse, Uncle Hua will not force you. Just feeling a little disappointed."

Feng Shu hesitated for a while, but still nodded obediently: "Asu is willing to share Uncle Hua's worries."

Hua Lan raised his eyebrows and smiled, then patted his shoulder again: "Okay, okay."

After that day, Feng Shu started his research again.I don't know if it's because of the free time, Hualan came to visit more frequently, and occasionally brought some delicious food, which is regarded as a reward.

Feng Shu was grateful in his heart, and in order to live up to Hua Lan's expectations, he pondered and researched day and night.

However, the magic weapon is too unique, it cannot be disassembled and reassembled like other magic weapons, and the progress cannot be accelerated if it cannot be used in practice.

Therefore, after serious consideration, Feng Shu asked Hua Lan to "think about going outside and continue to study".

"You said, do you want to go out?"

Feng Shu nodded hopefully.

"Asu, I locked you here just to allow you to concentrate on your studies. If you think the tools here are not enough, Uncle Hua can prepare more for you."

"Uncle Hua, you misunderstood. This magic weapon is too strange, I just want to test it outside, maybe I can find a breakthrough point?"

Hua Lan said: "If you want to experiment, you can do it here. Asu, have you forgotten what I said? If you can't even bear this bit of loneliness, how will you become a master in the future?"

Feng Shu shook his head, and said, "Asu dare not forget Uncle Hua's teaching, it's just..."

Hua Lan turned her back and said, "It's useless to talk too much. Asu, there are too many temptations outside. If you go out, you won't be able to concentrate on research."

Feng Shu listened, and smiled indifferently: "No, I just want to find an open place to try this magic weapon to see whether it belongs to the attack type, defense type, or—"

"Okay, just do as I say, there are so many excuses!"

Hua Lan turned around suddenly and spoke sharply.Veins appeared on the side of his forehead, and the corners of his mouth trembled, as if he was a little angry.

Feng Shu had never seen Hua Lan like this before, and was momentarily stunned.He just realized that he wanted to apologize, but Hua Lan returned to his original expression, and said softly:

"Asu, remember, Uncle Hua did all this for your own good. If you can thoroughly study this magic weapon, you will inherit my Hua family's tool workshop in the future."

Hearing this, Feng Shu was a little astonished: "Me? But I'm just a child you picked up, what qualifications do I have..."

"That's why I entrusted you with this excellent magic weapon. If you really study it well, Uncle Hua will adopt you as his adopted son, and he will inherit my mantle in the future. Others will not dare to speak too much."

"Yoshiko?"

Feng Shu was a little flattered.

If I become Uncle Hua's adopted son, then...

"That's right. When you become the adopted son of the Hua family, you will be able to have your own room just like Yin'er. You can also eat well and sleep well. You don't have to worry about the future."

Hearing this, Feng Shu nodded involuntarily, but what he thought was different from what Hua Lan said.

If I become the adopted son of Uncle Hua, I will have a family and a father who loves me in every possible way;

Still like Mr. Hua, sitting in his mother's arms and acting like a baby to her...

Feng Shu caressed his slightly rough little hands.There are some calluses on it, and there are broken skin and wounds left by long-term work.

If I become Uncle Hua's adoptive son, will I receive more care and pity than I do now?

The author has something to say:

I swear that when I first imagined the magic weapon of "Thousands of Face", I never thought of a mask (yes, it is the kind of sheet);

As for why it's called Qianlianmen... just, Qian'face' noodles (shrugs);

P/s: "Those who want to achieve great things must first suffer from their hearts and minds, so they have benefited from what they can't do." Adapted from "Mencius.Under the report:

"Therefore, when Heaven is about to send a great mission to man, he must first suffer from his will, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, empty his heart, and disturb his actions. Therefore, his heart and patience have benefited what he can't do."