(for @ dusk Jiageng)

The little carpenter was very surprised, but he took it anyway, and asked, "Why did you suddenly send me a painting?" ”

Mr. Li did not answer, but began to put away the pen and paper, and when he was done, he said slowly: "I should go, this painting will be a gift to thank you for taking care of me these days." ”

The little carpenter hurriedly waved his hand, how can I take care of you? Obviously, you have taught me a lot and made me feel about my craft, so I should be the one who should be thanked.

Mr. Li smiled and said that the benefits are mutually beneficial, if you think this painting is hot and difficult to take, then it will be burned, anyway, what I sent out will never be taken back.

Mr. Li is a calm and silent person, and rarely smiles on weekdays.

And he laughed from the bottom of his heart, apparently for the pleasure of being with the little carpenter these days.

The little carpenter was not pretentious, put away the small painting closely, and then asked him, "When are you leaving?" ”

Mr. Li said: "Tomorrow morning, leave at dawn, take advantage of the cool air of the morning." ”

The little carpenter thought about it for a while, and said that why don't we go find a small shop, get some food, and then make a pot of wine, and have a farewell meal?

Mr. Li shook his head and said no, my mother believes in Buddhism, so I have been a vegetarian since I was a child.

The little carpenter didn't insist, nodded and said okay, wait for me, and we'll go back to the village together.

This time, Mr. Li did not refuse, waited for the little carpenter for a while, the two chatted and walked away, and the words were quite conforming, and when they were sent to the old courtyard of the clan, the little carpenter said goodbye to him, and went straight to Zhang's house, a big family in the village.

He found Mrs. Zhang and wanted to pay money to buy Jin Sinan, who he had worked in the shade for several years and was going to be used as a coffin.

Of course, he doesn't need much, just one foot, and it won't delay Old Lady Zhang's life and death plan.

This golden silk nan is a very unique precious wood in China, it is mostly produced in Xichuan, the west of the jaw north, southern Yunnan, Guizhou Province and the provinces and regions south of the Yangtze River, among which the material of Xichuan is good, its wood has a fragrance, the texture is straight and the structure is fine, not easy to deform and crack, for the building, high-grade furniture and other excellent wood.

The crystals in the golden silk nanmu are obviously more than ordinary nanmu, the surface of the wood is shining golden in the sun, the golden filament emerges, and there is a light and elegant fragrance.

Historically, the golden silk nanmu was dedicated to the construction and furniture of royal palaces, a few temples.

The last time the little carpenter saw this material, he has been thinking about it, but he is shy in his pocket, and Mrs. Zhang is very precious, so he just thought about it, but this time Mr. Li gave him a painting, if he didn't say something, he felt that he couldn't sleep.

Mr. Li has a weak temperament and does not speak much, and the two do not communicate much, but they cherish each other, which is far more interesting than ordinary people's interactions.

The little carpenter originally made up his mind to pay for it, but the old lady was also a wonderful person, and after learning the little carpenter's idea, he directly made the decision, cut a piece to him, and then refused to accept the money.

The little carpenter insisted on the money, and the old lady Zhang was still angry, saying that you helped our village build a temple and charged so little wages, and you didn't care about it at all, but this time you will settle accounts with me?

Is it to look down on people?

One sentence made the little carpenter have no way to refute it at all, but to give it up and express his gratitude.

After taking the timber of the golden silk nanmu, the little carpenter would go back to his residence, and that day was also a night battle, and he didn't sleep all night, and the girl and daughter-in-law who got up at night for several waves saw it, and muttered in their hearts: "Oh, which little fox spirit hooked Thirteen Lang?" ”

When I saw it in the second half of the night, I thought: "Thirteen Lang is really powerful, is this going to be done overnight?" ”

"If That Man Were My ......"