The backyard of this carpenter's house is really worthy of the name of carpentry, and everywhere Du Yun can see, it is slowly all wood. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A large tree trunk as thick as an adult's waist, small branches as small as a finger's head, a fine semi-finished wooden carved cabinet, or a simple and coarse small bench, all kinds of wooden things are all available in this backyard.

"Old wood, come out quickly!" Grandpa Du Yun saw the wood in this courtyard, his eyes were shining, he rubbed his hands, and shouted towards the courtyard in a thick voice.

Hey? Is there anyone in this yard? Du Yun just looked at the various woods and furniture in the yard, but he didn't find anyone in the yard.

"Who, what's the noise!" There was a loud bang, and a filthy old man sat up from a pile of shavings, his unkempt hair and red eyes startled Du Yun.

If it weren't for the fact that this old man could speak, his first reaction when he got up was not to attack him, Du Yun would have thought he was a zombie, and his eyes were red.

"Old Dutou, you are an old immortal! Say, what are you doing! The old man, who was called an old wooden man by Grandpa Du Yun, glanced at Grandpa Du Yun out of the corner of his eye, then sat down with drooping eyelids, casually took out the wine gourd in the pile of shavings, and poured a sip of the plug, looking drunk and half-dead.

"What are you doing, what can you do with dead wood!" Lao Du Tou didn't look at him like this, and turned around in the backyard with his hands behind his back, "Where is the good elm material you have here, I'll pick one." ”

"Pick my wood, let you pick it!" The old wooden man muttered in his mouth, raised his head and took another sip of wine, but his other hand was raised and pointed in a direction, where there were many pieces of wood piled together.

Grandpa Du Yun didn't say anything, he smiled and went to the pile of wood, looking left and right to see if he was busy, and the old wood drank two more sips of wine, poured back into the pile of shavings, and then went to sleep.

Du Yun looked at the two old men fighting back and forth, and then each doing their own things, and he didn't know why, and faintly felt that his grandfather and this old wood had a tacit understanding and affection.

"Girl, come and see what kind of bow you want." Du Yun stood in place stunned, and Grandpa Du Yun had already begun to greet her.

"This wood is hard, and the bow made is a hard bow, and this wood is flexible, and the bow made is in the middle of the strength." Grandpa Du Yun stretched out his hand and stroked the stump of the tree and explained it to Du Yun.

Du Yun looked at the half-human-high bark in front of him, and there was no way to tell which wood was hard and which wood was flexible from the appearance that had not even peeled off the bark. She looked at her grandfather in confusion, why didn't she have the impression that her grandfather was proficient in carpentry?

"What are you doing in a daze, while the old man is sleeping, let's hurry up and pick it. This wood is all dried, and it can be used directly, so let's finish it early and go home early. Grandpa Du Yun smiled, reaching out and stroking those rough wooden stakes, as if he was caressing a lover's intimacy.

"Master, you can help me pick it, just ask me to use the bow and arrow." Du Yun looked at her grandfather's appearance, couldn't help but shudder, felt that the flesh was numb, and said with a dry laugh.

"Okay, pick a ...... for you" Grandpa Du Yun nodded and said, but he didn't pick the wood directly, but took off the cigarette bag and pot from his waist, filled it with tobacco and lit it, squatted on the ground and smoked.

After a bag of cigarettes, Grandpa Du Yun stood up, took the cigarette bag and pot and knocked it between the woods, and after a while, he chose a piece of wood.

"That's it!" Grandpa Du Yun smiled, pinned the cigarette pouch and pot behind his waist, and lifted the half-human-high piece of wood with both hands.

"Master......" Du Yun was startled by the old man's actions, and hurriedly wanted to catch up to help, but was pushed aside by the old man, "Go and wait for me to go, don't make trouble, just for a while." ”

Du Yun looked at her grandfather's attitude, and she was not reluctant, so she sat quietly on the wooden pier on the side and watched her grandfather do his work quickly.

The wood that the old man had chosen was still carrying the bark of the tree, and when he saw that he was holding an iron object, he smashed it with a hammer a few times, and a large piece of the bark was stripped off.

After the bark was peeled, the old man quickly took all kinds of things, and after a while, he broke the log into a large plank.

After that, it was chirping and chopping, cutting and grinding, the old man seemed to be an old carpenter who had accumulated years, his movements were fast and smooth like flowing water, and Du Yun's eyes widened in surprise.

"Sister Du Yun, you can eat some of the newly chopped sweet sticks." Du Yun sat on the wooden pier, watching his grandfather's movements in a daze, a girl came from the front yard, sixteen or seventeen years old, combed two braids, held a puff fan in her hand, and placed a green straw-like thing slightly thicker than her thumb on it.

"It's Sister Huali, are your sweets ripe?" Du Yun recognized this girl and said with a smile. This girl's name is Mu Huali, the granddaughter of Lao Mu, two years older than Du Yun, she went to school with Du Yun before, and then the family was poor and didn't go to school again.

"Well, my mother planted early, and she can eat it now." Hua Li pulled a bench from the side, put the pu fan on it, sat next to Du Yun, and the two began to nibble on the sweet rod.

In Du Yun's memory, there was such a thing as a sweet stick, but she never really ate it. In Du Yun's impression, sweet stalks are a crop similar to sorghum, because there is sugar in the branches, so it tastes sweet to chew, and it is one of the favorite snacks of children in summer.

The girls chattered together, Lao Du buried his head in making the bow, and time passed as fast as flowing water. By the time the sun was about to set, the log in Lao Dutou's hand had already changed its appearance, and it had the appearance of a bow body.

"Well, it's already polished, put on the bowstring, make more feather arrows, and you're all done." Old Du Tou smiled red, looked at the bow in his hand and was very satisfied, and proudly handed it to Du Yun.

"Wow, that's beautiful!" Du Yun took the bow and rubbed it with his hand, the bow body has a graceful arc and is quite heavy, and the wood with a light yellow pattern is cut and polished very smooth, and he knows that it is a good thing at a glance.

"Grandpa Du's craftsmanship is so good!" Huali is the daughter of a carpenter's family, and naturally she also has a vision, her eyes are shining and she looks at this bow body, and she is very envious of Lao Dutou's good craftsmanship.

"That's it, your grandfather and I were ...... back then"

"What was it back then, let me leave after finishing the work, my good wood didn't let you trample it!"

Lao Dutou straightened his waist and was happy to speak, and the old wood that was sleeping just now turned out of the pile of shavings, clamoring to drive Lao Dutou away.

"Let's go, who cares about your broken yard! Hum! Grandpa Du Yun looked at the old wood and was angry, humming and panting, picked up the bow from Du Yun's hand and turned his head to leave.

"Du Yun, don't be angry, my father has this temper, come to me more in the future!" Hua Li watched the two old men quarrel again, and said to Du Yun with a wry smile.

"Okay, you can go to my house if you have nothing to do." Du Yun nodded, smiled at Huali, and left with her grandfather.

Du Yun has a very good impression of the girl Huali, thinking that if she can get close to her in the future.