The carpenter's dexterity in the pillar's work is innate.

When they were still in the mountains, a group of children were running around in the wilderness and by the big river, going down the river to catch fish, and going up to the trees to catch birds.

When the weather froze, the river was covered with thick ice, and the birds did not know where to hide their homes, the children gathered around the pillars.

Because a pair of skillful hands of the pillar can carve out the fish in the water, the birds in the sky, and the flowers on the ground.

Even if you don't give yourself the objects made by the pillar, it is a pleasure to gather around him and watch the pillars carved wood.

I saw a pair of rough hands on the pillar, flexibly fiddling with wood and small chisels, and the image of the small animal was slowly highlighted among the sawdust.

It was not as if the pillar had carved a bird, but rather as if the bird had been hidden in the wood, and the pillar had only erased the excess that had covered it.

As for the pillar himself, whenever he is surrounded by a group of children, he is always very proud, if there are any more children fighting for his wooden objects, then he will be even happier, although on the surface he will still make a fight, but in his heart he wants to fight for a while.

Sometimes, the pillar looks at the birds and foxes that he has carved, and he will also find it very interesting, these little things really look too vivid, as if they will take advantage of people's attention in the next second, slip away from their hands, and drill back into the forest, if they really disappear one day, it must be like the old people say, they are more illuminated by the moonlight, and they have aura, and they run away.

Later, the pillar followed the stage team to the dock, and the work he often did became a stage with brilliant decorations, a birthday plaque carved with dragons and phoenixes, or some ritual objects commonly used in weddings and funerals.

Didn't you spend all your free time gambling?

Now, according to the legendary ancient book "Luban Book" that the son's brother and grandson got bored, the pillar calmed down for the first time, chiseled and chiseled, knife by knife, cone by cone, and carved with heart.

Although he is carving his own legs, his state of mind is as clear as when he carved small animals when he was a child, as if only he and the wood in his hand are left between heaven and earth.

He even hummed a little tune.

On the "Book of Luban", in fact, there is no way to build human legs, and there is a wooden ox and a horse on it, which is designed to carry heavy objects, and it is not that it can walk on the ground, but it needs to be pushed by manpower, but the load-bearing capacity of the wooden ox and horse is extremely strong, and the manpower required is very small, so it is very practical for the army that needs to transport grain and grass during the war.

The drawings of ancient books are very detailed, but if you are not a carpenter, it is difficult to understand the mystery, and even if you do, you must have superb skills and extraordinary understanding to transform the drawings of the wooden ox and horse into the structure of human legs.

There is no coincidence that there is no book, and the skills and understanding required at this time are all available.

The Sun family transported a boatload of fresh jujube wood to the door of the house a few days ago, and the little young master of the Sun family was extremely trustworthy this time.

Now the pile of wood is piled up on half of the yard, not to mention a pair of legs, even ten pairs of hands, feet and feet combined, which is enough.

Zhu Zi felt that this was the most serious and smooth he had done since he picked up the chisel and started doing carpentry work.

When I was young, I carved wood for fun, or to arouse the vanity of my friends, and then I came to the dock, for money, in order to return to the gambling table to turn over the book, and carved wood day and night.

For the first time, now he's carving wood for himself.

He carved with great care, incomparably reverent, incomparably fine.

He is full of great expectations for the finished product.

The more he went deeper, the more he felt that this "Book of Luban" was magical, the wisdom and skills of the ancients were really exquisite, and through the repeated force transformation of a number of levers, he could carry hundreds of catties of items with a gentle push.

Of course, my pillar is not bad, I live and learn, transform and move, like divine help.

Watching the parts on the wooden legs being carved out one by one, the hope in the pillar's heart is like a weed in the wasteland, ignited by the spark of the stars, and gradually burns into a dazzling flame, which is the hope of living.

He is not yet twenty, a young man in his prime, does he really want to be a paralyzed person trapped in bed for the rest of his life, and let the pier feed? Like when his dad smashed his waist and was supported by his mother?

Then he might as well just die.

Before Sun was annoyed and sent the "Book of Luban", what he thought about every day was how to take advantage of the fact that he was not paying attention to the pier and simply make a break.

He didn't want to drag his brother down. If you can't protect your younger brother, forget it, let a child serve himself feces and urine, what's the matter?

And there is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time, and every conflict between his mother and his father is actually the same root, this kind of thing, no one can blame.

Later, he left home because he didn't want to listen to his parents' scolding and quarrels.

It's too painful. It's too painful for everyone.

Therefore, the pillar has placed deep hopes on every piece of wood in his hand.

He not only took care of his brother's diet and daily life, but also after each part of the pillar was carved, he couldn't wait to pick it up, and brushed it several times with tung oil until the oil was shiny.

Even if the pillar said that some parts he was just trying to make and see, he didn't know if he could use them in the end, so he didn't have to be in such a hurry to brush them, and the pier didn't listen, he was still full of enthusiasm, and he brushed every part with a shiny finish.

More than anyone else, Dunzi hoped that his brother would get up and walk again.

Although he didn't know if the broken book that Sun was bored with would work, as long as there was a little hope, he couldn't give up.

It's not because he is too tired to serve his brother, but because he knows his brother too well.

If you can't live like a normal person, my brother will definitely not live.

Serving his brother these days, Dunzi seems to have gradually understood the quarrel between his parents, the conflict that roared at home like a storm, and in the final analysis, it was actually helplessness about life.

He also seems to understand a little bit why his mother committed suicide after his father left.

These days, it seems that the pier has grown a lot all at once, more than in the previous years combined.

Just after the pier had just finished painting a wooden knee, he heard his brother shouting excitedly in the house: "Haha! That's it! ”

Huh? It's all done so quickly?