Chapter Twenty-Nine: No Pole Tailai (Plus More!) Merry Christmas to the dreamy Dream, please subscribe!! )

Dunzi said that they are going to move, and it is set on August 15, the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is a great thing to move to the New Year!

In fact, that is, in a slightly cleaner area on the north shore, an old house was built, which was much more decent than the previous shack, and the most important thing was that there were no gambling stalls around.

The most unpleasant thing for Brother Zhu to hear now is the word gambling.

After Brother Zhuzi was able to walk, in addition to eating and sleeping, he was practicing walking all the time, and he was running in with this pair of wooden legs. As he said, this was his own leg, and he hadn't taken it off since he put it on that night, no matter how swollen and unbearably it was, and the blood was bleeding profusely.

Later, his wound finally stopped bleeding, and he gradually stopped feeling the pain, and slowly, the pillar adapted to the rhythm of walking on the wooden legs, and became more and more able to grasp the strength of the leaning body, and he not only walked steadily, but also became natural in gait.

It seems that the blood flowing out of him has broken through the boundary between the human body and the wood, and these two wooden legs have been connected with him under the exercise day after day, and have become an extension of his severed limbs, not like they are connected, but like they have grown.

Originally, the pillar also wanted to hide in the yard and practice for a while, not wanting to let people know so early. But on this dock, the mosquito is bigger, and the wind can spread it several times in the middle of the day, and after he is paralyzed, he can actually walk such a big thing, where can he hide for a long time?

The first to come over to listen to the truth were the old guys in the installation team.

After the day when Dunzi pulled him back to amputate his leg, these old fellows who came out of the mountains together were quite diligent at first, and the class owner was the most generous, and every time he came over, he left a lot of money.

A group of them who worked hard saved some money from between their teeth and helped him, which was really righteous.

Later, everyone came less often, and the class owner came a few more times, and later, he gradually stopped showing up.

Everyone is like a mirror in their hearts, saving the emergency but not the poor, their brothers have been going on like this, and they can't always rely on them to help.

If you come, don't pay for it, and it's not like that, so you simply don't come.

This has a bit of a meaning of leaving their brothers to fend for themselves.

These things are clear in his heart, and he also understands everyone's difficulties, and he doesn't blame anyone, so he doesn't say anything.

His original plan was to wait for his opportunity to be broken, and everyone sent the money to leave it to Dunzi, and then he left a letter to the class owner, asking him to take Dunzi to work for a few years, not to mention the bitterness, let his younger brother have a place to eat first, and then talk about it when he can grow up, he can't plan further.

But now, he was able to go again, and everything seemed to be bright.

With all kinds of gifts in their hands and a hint of embarrassment on their faces, they came to the courtyard of the shack again to visit him.

When I really saw the pillar walking happily in the yard, it seemed that there was still a bit of a sense of walking like flying, and everyone's jaws were about to fall to the ground.

Everyone is a craftsman, and they don't care about any greetings, one by one around the pillar, bend down, or simply lie on the ground, touch the skillful jujube legs of the pillar, widen their eyes, can't stop admiring, laughing and scolding, and they all say that the pillar is really a beast that should not be killed.

Zhu Zi also enjoyed this kind of momentum of the stars holding the moon, as if he had not suffered much pain before, and everyone had always regarded him as a friend and never turned his back.

Everyone is asking how the legs of the pillars are made and what are the mysteries of the joints.

Everyone asked questions on the side, asked around the corner, asked questions pretending to be playful, asked straightforwardly, and even asked questions with coercion and temptation.

But the pillar always smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

There is nothing anyone can do.

The people who worked around quickly spread the matter of the pillar to the entire north bank, and then, the south bank also knew that there was a poor boy who was not extremely Tailai, and after the catastrophe, he realized the true legend of Luban, a pair of wooden legs were placed on his body, which was better than his original real legs, and he was not tired of traveling thousands of miles a day.

The more the matter spread, the more it disappeared, and the pillar was left to them, and he was too lazy to take care of it, and he couldn't control it.

Within a few days, someone came to his door and asked him to do his work.

Needless to say, of course, to make legs, to make wooden legs.

These poor people on the North Shore who have made great efforts, even if they are not maliciously punished, all kinds of accidents often happen to them, breaking their legs and breaking their arms, which are all common things.

Those who came to the pillar did not refuse, and the price set was fair.

These poor people on the north shore have no family background, but those who are injured and disabled are often the pillars of the family, and if they save the pillars, they will save the whole family. Therefore, even if the pillar sets the price higher, they will grit their teeth and take it out.

But the pillar is not, the price he set, everyone who comes can get it, and there is no need to shrink clothes and diet, you can customize a leg, or a pair with a little effort.

He doesn't collect much money, but he doesn't do his work sloppily, and every part he carves with great precision, agility, and durability.

The pier is also busy brushing tung oil, my brother can take over the work again, and the family has another entry, or a good deed to save people and help the wounded, which is really happy! The dun was busy sweating profusely, and his mouth was still humming a little tune.

If this person is a short man who carries work on the dock, he will make his legs extremely thick and strong, and each load-bearing joint is made of good material from wooden knots, although it is time-consuming and laborious to carve, but it can be loaded, and the burden of thousands of catties is no problem.

If the other party is a person who deals with water, he will design the soles of his feet to be extremely wide, and the soles of his feet have anti-skid lines, and explain the pier, when brushing tung oil, repeat it several times, and strive to not drip water on the surface, soak in water all year round, and will not be deformed.

Although the price of the pillar is not high, those who have installed the new legs often come back after a few days to thank them, insisting on giving the pillar more thanksgiving money, and said with tears in their eyes that the legs made by the pillar have saved their whole family.

If people came to send money again, Zhu Zi felt that the family could afford it, so he didn't refuse to come, and accepted it with a smile. If any of them didn't come back to thank the silver, he wouldn't be picky and blame, anyway, now the pillar is buried in endless orders every day, and there is no time to spare.

At the beginning, Sun was annoyed by the boatload of jujube wood sent by him, which was originally piled up like a hill in the yard, but then it was gradually used. The wooden box under their bed was replaced with a larger one, and then a larger one.

When the wood was about to run out, the Sun family sent another boat.

Dunzi knew that since he came here last time, he has been recuperating at home because he is bored, and that kid still knows that he is worried about this side in his illness, which really touches him.

Stinky boy, you have a little conscience, and it's not in vain that I treat you as a friend!