The skills sent to the door in vain, of course, Xu Wen will not fail to learn.

Meng Ping's conditions were already low to the limit, and he agreed very simply.

Meng Ping sighed and commented wistfully: "It can be seen that your carpenter skills are good, and your basic skills are very good." But the craftsmanship of the stonemasons is good, but no one has taught them by hand, so I have seen some of the secret arts that have been passed down by myself. ”

His vision was very precise, and Xu Wen nodded.

"Craftsmanship, whether someone teaches it by hand is two different things, how to hold the tool, how to place the hand, there are many details that are not clear if no one teaches it. I'll teach you the eight methods of Mengzi first, you try. Meng Ping said to Xu Wen, and suddenly sighed again.

"Alas, a hundred years ago, someone spent a lot of money to buy my Mengzi Bafa, and after not buying it, he racked his brains and sent someone to steal the teacher, causing a big trouble. I didn't expect that a hundred years later, I would ask others to learn. ”

"I heard that the Wenchuan Society has set up a collection of 100 workers and a record of 1000 workers, and you can openly ask for disciples, have you ever understood?"

"Of course I know that, and the Wenchuan Society has also approached me. But that kind of thing, let's talk about it when I'm going to die, I'm still alive, and I can still hold a hammer. Besides, how can you learn the eight methods of Mengzi without teaching them by hand, and grinding them for you little by little?"

Meng Ping shook his head and urged Xu Wen to start, very eagerly.

Mengzi Eight Methods, is the Mengjia stone carving brick carving introductory technique, specifically to teach how to get tools, how to get started.

It is said to be the eight methods, but there are actually a lot of derivative changes in the middle, and there are different changes in the face of various situations, such as the different hardness and softness of the stone.

Meng Ping's teachings are obviously practiced, very meticulous, and very tireless.

Each method has a mantra, and he first recites the mantra to Xu Wen, then translates it in the vernacular, and then explains in detail the meaning of each word in it, as well as the details that are easy to make mistakes.

Xu Wen instantly felt that he was back in the elementary school curriculum, and when he first started to learn quatrains of ancient poems, the teacher taught him like this.

But there is no need to be so detailed, he can understand the formula, and after translating it, he understands and understands, and the only thing to consider is the combination with practice.

And in this regard, he roughly understood it after watching Meng Ping's demonstration.

The most interesting thing is that although the stone and wood are not comprehensible, there are some similarities between the eight methods of Mengzi and the eighteen coincidences.

They are all about using tools to deal with materials, and although the tools are different and the properties of the materials are different, they seem to naturally have some connections and contexts, and the world is connected here.

So Meng Ping was shocked.

He taught Xu Wen according to the method he taught his nephew, and at that time, he had to explain every detail clearly and in place, otherwise he would not understand and not be able to do it.

But he soon found out that the disciple was so annoying?

As soon as you say it, you can understand it at all, and it is what it looks like when you teach it, and that feeling is so good!

The way of accepting apprentices was not correct, Meng Ping was a little frustrated, but as a result, that frustration was swept away, and he was getting more and more excited.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Xu Wen had completely mastered the eight methods of Mengzi, and could even make derivative changes automatically and spontaneously.

"You're learning too fast...... Meng Ping recalled that more than ten years ago, when he taught for three months, his nephew barely mastered it, and there were many other problems in applying it to practice.

Now Xu Wen has only taken less than four hours, and it is really amazing.

"When I was learning carpentry, my master taught me the basic skills called Eighteen Skill, and the Mengzi Eight Methods have something in common with it. Xu asked.

"Eighteen coincidences, why haven't I heard of it?"

"It's an ancient method, and I only know that my master will. ”

"Can you show me?"

"Yes, yes, but tools and materials are required. ”

"You wait. ”

Meng Ping left quickly, and after a while, he directly brought a carpentry bag, which contained a complete range of basic tools, and like stonemason tools, they were often used and maintained.

"Teacher Meng also knows carpentry?" Xu asked with some surprise.

"No, an old friend has put it with me, and he comes occasionally. Meng Ping said as he put down another cloth bag, which was full of wooden blocks, square and square, and it was a good material that had been taken care of.

Xu Wen picked up a piece, it was an elm wood. As soon as you get started, the warm feeling of wood comes to your hands, which is extremely kind.

Xu Wen smiled and said, "Eighteen Tricks are for eighteen common woods, one for each wood, I'll make you an elm wood." ”

Meng Ping nodded, and Xu Wen had already started to move.

He came to the Qiyu Stone Factory in the morning, and began to process the stone at about ten o'clock, and until now it is four o'clock, almost six hours of heavy physical labor in a row.

Fatigue can affect a person's ability to control their body, especially delicate work.

But at this time, Xu Wen was not.

It was as if none of the previous six hours of work existed, steady and precise in his hands.

He started carpentry slowly, and it seemed even a little slow, but it was actually very fast, and almost in an instant, a strangely shaped piece of wood was completed and handed to Meng Ping's hand.

At this time, the remaining depression and dissatisfaction in Meng Ping's heart disappeared completely, stared at Yu Muqiao for a long time, shook his head and said, "I was wrong." I thought I was teaching students, but I wasn't, I was learning from my peers!"

He stretched out his hand, carefully stroked the surface of Yu Muqiao, was silent for a while, and then raised his head and said, "According to this standard, your Mengzi Eight Techniques are not practiced well enough, and you have to strengthen them again." ”

"Yes. Meng Ping suddenly became strict, but Xu Wen smiled and replied respectfully.

The Mengzi Eight Method is the basic skill of stonemasonry, and it is also very suitable for calcifying stone. Next, Xu Wen directly used these materials in the backyard to continue practicing the eight methods of Meng Zi, and Meng Ping watched from the side, correcting his mistakes in various details.

Meng Ping's words became less and less, and he gradually lost his voice.

Although Xu Wen listened very carefully when he spoke, it was obvious that it was okay if he didn't speak, and Xu Wen was still constantly making adjustments on his own.

Obviously, he had thoroughly understood and digested what Meng Ping had taught him, but he just needed to accumulate more experience.

At this time, Xu Wen was also very obsessed. He soon discovered that the Eight Methods of Mengzi were like the Eighteen Skillful, not only simple skills, but also a deep understanding of the properties of materials.

At this time, under his hands, the stone is like a tame pet, communicating with him intimately, opening all of itself to him, allowing him to stroke and groom.

All sorts of miscellaneous stones were divided under his hand and turned into finished stones.

Meng Ping, a stone factory, has also been open for decades, and is both a craftsman and a businessman. In his eyes, every time Xu Wen breaks down a piece of stone, it is an appreciation of the property he just bought.

If it was in the game at this time, there would definitely be a property value displayed on Xu Wen's head, and this value must be constantly flipping up.

But Xu asked himself as if he had no such concept at all, he was so engrossed that there was nothing but stones in his eyes.

It was getting dark, and Qiuqiu suddenly ran over, rubbed Xu Wen's leg, and meowed.

Xu Wen came back to his senses, touched Qiuqiu's head, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's getting late, it's hungry. Meng Ping said.

Hearing the word time, Xu Wen didn't look at his watch or mobile phone first like ordinary people, but looked up at the sky—exactly the same as Meng Ping's previous reaction.

Then he exhaled, straightened up, and suddenly remembered something: "The truck I asked you to arrange before......"

"I've been here a long time ago and have been waiting outside. But if you are willing, I am willing to recycle this batch of materials at a higher price, how about one million?" Meng Ping asked, "Not including the original stones, you can bring those back." ”

Xu Wen collected 20,000 yuan in the morning, and he could sell it for 1 million in the afternoon, and it was all stones, and there was no jadeite. It's a real book of profits.

Meng Ping's price is of course very kind, but it is reasonable.

The amount of stone here is large and varied, and of course bluestone and the like are not valuable, but the divided yellow wax stone and the like are very expensive.

Xu Wen was stunned when he heard this price, but then he shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm here to buy things, not to sell things." I'm still useful for these, so I won't sell them. ”

Meng Ping thought for a moment and suddenly nodded: "It's too, it's not appropriate." ”

He didn't mention it anymore, went to help Xu Wen call a car, and took people to load the goods on the car together.

At this time, Qiuqiu was about to pick up the big civet again, and was forcibly held down by Xu Wen.

Everything was quickly packed up, and Xu Wen went home with the car.

In the car, he hugged the black cat, half-closed eyes, and reminisced about today's harvest.

Suddenly, his phone clicked and there was a prompt.

Xu Wen picked up his mobile phone and found that it was a transfer.

Meng Ping transferred back the 20,000 yuan he had just called, with a postscript of ten words: There is no charge for the teaching materials, and I will come back tomorrow.

Xu Wen smiled and accepted the transfer.