On a scorching summer day, it was the sixth month of the lunar calendar.

Weiyang's father was unexpectedly idle at home, like a machine with no work to do, and a thick layer of rust was idle on his body.

This month, almost no one in Weijia Village called him to do carpentry work, and the neighboring villages were silent.

The days went on like this, silently, as if to force him into the ranks of the flower children who begged for a living without realizing it.

This sense of crisis, which sometimes appeared in his sleep, was particularly strong.

During that period, even if someone called him to do wooden work, he was only making some small tables, small stools, etc., which were indispensable, and he did not care about the food and the board. Because the owner calculated that if he took care of a meal, he would not be able to pay it at all.

If you give him some wood, you will give too much, but you can't do it yourself; Give less, and he won't do it.

Therefore, they simply do not open their mouths for anything that they do not need to do, unless this honest man is willing to serve, and regards woodwork purely as a hobby, and not as a means to make something out of it.

What's more, over the years, there are not many families who need to do carpentry work, because their needs have gradually begun to transform.

In fact, since the opening of the first carpentry factory in the village, people have been preferring ready-made finished products rather than slow, handmade products.

Slowly, like a new fashion, it became popular in the small village of Weijia Village.

Rich people feel that asking someone to do it by hand is not only a waste of wood, but also a waste of time and worry about food, it is better to spend money to buy ready-made ones to save time and effort.

As a result, there are some small families left, for example, there are one or two idle pieces of wood at home, and it is a pity to burn them, so they ask Weiyang's father to make a small stool and so on.

At this time, Weiyang's father was in good spirits at once, and then, as soon as he patted his buttocks, he followed, because there was so little woodwork, and he didn't dare to pick and choose anymore.

I think that when I first learned the craft of carpentry, it was indeed a little slower, but now, it is finally ripe and perfect, but who would have expected that this craft will begin to decline, shrink, and gradually withdraw from the stage of history......

...... This was puzzling to him throughout.

He remembered a sentence that his master once taught him, "With the craftsmanship of woodwork, your baby will not have to worry about eating and drinking spicy food for the rest of his life." ”

Now, when he recalled this sentence, his heart was cold, and he felt that this world was like a big liar, and there was nothing in this world that would last forever and forever, and what would not change for a lifetime.

Therefore, he was depressed and lost for a while, and at the same time, he also doubted life for a while.

......

In fact, until later, there were fewer and fewer people who asked him to do carpentry work, and there were no more people who even asked during small talk.

Even if there were, people would make it clear that they were only willing to give wood as a reward, and they would not talk about the matter of taking care of the food.

Therefore, this made Weiyang's father more and more disgusted, and slowly, he began to put away the carpentry that he thought he could support himself for a lifetime, and he could rely on this old man's craft.

Slowly, he watched his hands become unfamiliar little by little, and his craft began to be lost little by little......

It wasn't until later that he realized he had to find another way.