MTL - The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter-Chapter 25 Hard times come, times come and go

  Chapter 25

  On a rainy night, I returned home with a heavy foot and a light foot.

  Wu Yuan stood in the empty pigsty and lit a cigarette.

  Among the curling smoke circle, he let out a long breath, and the exhaustion swept over his body.

   It would be a lie to say that I am not tired.

  But as a human being in two lifetimes, it was the first time for him to be so bold and motivated, so he naturally wanted to take this opportunity to be tough on himself.

   Don’t be harsh, how do you know where the limit is?

   However, tired is really tired.

  While the cigarette butts were on and off, Wu Yuan noticed that there were still wooden sticks thrown in twos and threes in the corner.

   It looks like the legs of the bench that were scattered after the old furniture was broken.

  I lifted my foot and kicked it, and it was quite strong.

  When you hear the sound, you know it's a good piece of wood.

  Good wood should not be buried, it is better to take it to the workshop to make a bed leg.

  Thinking of this, Wu Yuan polished a match, picked up the piece of wood, weighed it, and took a closer look.

   It doesn't matter if you don't read it.

   I was shocked when I saw it.

   Could it be yellow rosewood?

  Who burned it for firewood?

   And it hasn't been burned yet, so it's thrown here.

  The huanghuali wood in my hand is only about 30 cm long, and one end has been burned into charcoal.

   Violence.

   Such wood cannot be used as a bed leg.

  However, if it is used to restore the huanghuali Taishi chair, I am afraid that it can barely do it.

   It only needs to be more ingenious in the design of the mortise and tenon connection.

   Wu Yuan's eyes lit up.

  Who would have thought that the huanghuali wood he was looking for, looking forward to the stars and the moon, was actually in the corner of his pigsty.

  If he didn't find out tonight, maybe tomorrow and the day after tomorrow it will be burned as a log.

   At most, I can exchange for a pot of rice.

   Sure enough, the harder you work, the luckier you get.

  Bring that piece of huanghuali wood to the east room, put it together with the huanghuali master chair, and Wu Yuan washed and fell asleep.

   Seeing the inexplicable excitement on her husband's face, Yang Luoyan's pretty face was charming.

   It's been a long time since I saw this expression, and she really misses it.

   But once the husband asks, what should I do?

  Third sister reminded me thousands of times, this is not good, that is not good.

   After struggling for a long time, Wu Yuan went to bed, kissed her on the forehead, turned around and fell asleep.

  Yang Luoyan felt relieved, but couldn't help feeling distressed.

   He is so tired.

  The next day, April 16 in the Gregorian calendar.

  The sky finally cleared up. In spring, the warm sun hit the clouds and a smiling face bloomed, shining so that everything was full of vitality.

  Even the raccoons of the neighbors are chasing and fighting in the wheat field, forming a scene of the recovery of all things.

   This made Rhubarb anxious.

  Watching helplessly the hostess’s belly grew bigger, but it never got bigger.

   Whenever Xiao Hei and Xiao Hui from the neighbor’s house ran over, they were chased away by the owner’s third sister from a distance.

   Still let the dog live?

   How did Rhubarb know that Wu Xiuhua chased the dog because he was afraid that other people's dogs would startle Yang Luoyan's body.

  Although this kind of thing doesn't happen very often.

   But not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

  Wu Xiuhua is so meticulous in his life and work.

  Wu Yuan was in a good mood and refreshed after waking up.

  The sunny day ushered in by consecutive days of cloudy and rainy days gave him a feeling that all hardships are rewarded, and times come and go.

  Advised Yang Luoyan and Wu Xiuhua not to move the huanghuali chair and wood in the east room, pinched Xiong Wen's cheek and said: "Come on tomorrow, when it's hot, uncle will teach you to pour water."

   Judging from the time, Xiong Wen should have escaped the catastrophe in his previous life.

  But now that the rainfall is abundant and the water bubbles are full, Wu Yuan is not sure if putting the child back now will be able to "death in a catastrophe, and good luck in the future"?

  Wu Yuan didn't dare to gamble.

   After all, this child is the third sister's life.

  After much deliberation, I can only be an uncle, and teach the child everything he should know.

  At least let him get used to the few blisters near his house.

  Or do the opposite, making him feel afraid of the blisters and dare not approach them.

  How to do it, Wu Yuan hasn't figured it out yet.

  At least until the wheat harvest, Sanjie and Xiong Wen will not go back.

   In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

  In the village radio, the news of May 1st International Labor Day is broadcast.

  In the past half month, five sets of Simmons beds, including bed frames and mattresses, have been produced in the village factory.

  One set was delivered to my uncle Yang Ben, one set was delivered to Xu’s family in the same village, and the other three sets belonged to Xiaxu Village.

  In addition to the uncle’s family, the other four families are anxious to buy marriage beds for their sons to get married.

  No delay.

   It’s all cash.

  There was an extra 3,200 yuan in cash on the account, plus 800 yuan of treasury bills from my uncle’s family, and the original 1,000 yuan of treasury bills, the total amount reached 5,000 yuan.

  Wu Yuan suddenly felt a lot easier.

  When I come home every night, after dinner, I still spend my time in the east room, tinkering with the huanghuali chair.

  In view of the limited and rare materials, Wu Yuan designed three sets of mortise and tenon joint schemes, and only then determined the best scheme with ordinary wood.

   Then processed the blackened wood found in the pigsty, and perfectly replaced it on the broken leg of the Taishi chair.

  In addition, Wu Yuan used some exclusive secret recipes, which made it a bit old-fashioned, and normal people can't tell it at all.

  As a carpenter, repairing an old piece of old furniture, the sense of accomplishment is not comparable to making new furniture.

  It seems that while restoring the old furniture, it also preserves the sense of history carried by the old furniture.

   This sense of accomplishment is subtle, rich, and profound.

  The Simmons bed in the East Wing.

  Yang Luoyan snuggled into Wu Yuan's arms, touching her slightly swollen belly, feeling as if her flesh and blood were connected.

   "The third sister is going back tomorrow, so we have to thank her very much. I made clothes for Xiong Wen and Xiong Wu. Look, what can I add to the children?"

  Wu Xiuhua mentioned this at dinner.

  Wu Yuan was surprised, but also felt very reasonable.

  Now Yang Luoyan's belly is already pregnant, which means that the fetus has sat firmly and does not need to be taken care of for the time being.

  In addition, the wheat harvest is imminent, and the third sister's home has been abandoned for so long.

  Whether it is the third sister-in-law or Xiong Wu, I miss the third sister and Xiong Wen very much.

   "Adding something is secondary. I was thinking, can I keep this kid Xiong Wen at home for a while? I promised to teach him Fushui, but I haven't had time to teach him yet."

   "I really want to keep that child, it's really cute. With Miao Miao coming over and sitting on the mattress cover with me, the family can handle it completely. I just don't know if the third sister's family is willing..."

   "I'll talk to Third Sister tomorrow."

   "By the way, Dad sent a letter saying that 300 square meters of red bricks, one truckload of cement, three truckloads of sand, and that little bit of steel are all delivered. When are we going to pay the bill? Dad said no later than the end of the year."

   "That reassures my father that it will be settled before the end of the year, with his grandson as a guarantee."

  Wu Yuan said, touching his wife's belly.

"Don't make trouble, it's out of shape." Yang Luoyan knocked off his hand and said, "There are so many materials, tens of thousands of pieces, enough to build a small western-style building, Dad really doesn't know what you plan to do, so let me ask you. "

  Wu Yuan made a fool of himself on purpose: "We'll know when the time comes."

   Everyone, Yanzu Yifei, good afternoon, the first one has arrived.

  (end of this chapter)