Feng Hua and Fang Yuan glanced at each other.

The details! Didn't handle it well! Not an example! Both of them were alert at the same time.

"I'm just greedy for some work, won't you even debunk this?" Feng Hua looked at Su Zhedao helplessly.

"Oh oh oh!" Su Zhe nodded: "What you make is better than what your sister Fang Fang cooks!" Su Zhe remembered, Feng Hua is now called "Fang Hua".

"I really helped." Feng Hua looked at Su Zhe and explained: "The fish I caught, the firewood I chopped, the fire I burned, and I dried it, did you say I did it?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Su Zhe understood, it turned out to be such a "do".

Fang Yuan glanced at Feng Hua appreciatively, it was so round that it didn't leak, it was amazing.

The train had started slowly, Feng Hua stood up, put the suitcase in place, and let Fang Yuan carve it. You can't put it on the table, and if you put it, you have to lose money. The small tripod below is estimated to be unable to support the 100-pound box.

Fang Yuan didn't have the tools to take advantage of, and after thinking about it, he took out his military dagger from his calf, special steel, extremely sharp. As special reserve personnel, their equipment is one level higher than that of ordinary military personnel, and of course they have no other equipment now, only a dagger.

"What are you going to carve?" Fang Yuan asked.

"Pick your favorite pattern!" Feng Hua said. I love what you like!

Fang Yuan smiled, thought about it and raised his hand to make a stroke on the box, the result was a little unexpected to him, the extremely sharp dagger only left a shallow trace on the box, and he couldn't see it at all if he didn't look carefully.

Mahogany is indeed mahogany, as hard as iron, unless it is a professional tool, other tools basically can't do it.

However, Fang Yuan is no longer what it used to be, and his strength is not much smaller than Feng Hua's, so he can try splitting mahogany with his bare hands. Now with a dagger in his hand, with a little force, he can still carve the pattern he wants. It's just a bit of a knife ....

Several of Fang Yuan's comrades-in-arms looked at him incredulously, this is still a carpenter? Nowadays, except for professional carpenters, few people learn carpentry carving in order to cultivate their sentiments, and they do not have that leisure. For the first time, everyone had doubts about his identity as the eldest young master, maybe they were telling the truth, he was really a peasant child.

"Wow! You'll still do it! Su Zhe exclaimed: "Then you carve a chapter for me!" One sentence dispelled everyone's doubts that had just risen, the eldest young master did not have the leisure to learn carpenters, but the elegant young master would carve seals. Fang Yuan's hand may have been developed from the engraving seal.

Feng Hua glanced at Su Zhe, she just felt that several of her comrades-in-arms looked at Fang Yuan more kindly, and Su Zhe said nothing in one sentence. The first loss friend of the year, it is none other than him.

Fang Yuan was used to it, with Su Zhe here, he no longer had any hope of "whitewashing" himself.

"What are you carving seals for? Press on your workbook? Fang Yuan asked without raising his head. When they enter the army, they also have to study cultural classes, all kinds of professional knowledge and Marxism-Leninism, and they have teachers and homework.

“..... You don't care where I press it, I press the door of my head I want, you can carve one for me when you have time. Su Zhe said.

"Okay, find the wood yourself, or I'll have to find you a match." Fang Yuan said.

Su Zhe immediately set his eyes on Feng Hua. Fang Yuan didn't have any chapter material in his hand, and he didn't have either! In addition to burning matches, there are poplars, willows, and elms on the side of the road. But he knew Feng Hua's box and knew that it was mahogany.

I don't complain that Su Zhe always pits Fang Yuan all the time, but it is really Fang Yuan and Feng Hua who didn't give him any leeway. The behavior of the two of them, the daily necessities, where is there a little bit of a poor middle peasant? Looking at Feng Hua's current small suit, he hasn't had time to ask, where did he buy the imported fabric? Give him some? There is also such a style, this workmanship, handsome! He wants to be all too!

If you want to say that the first person who doesn't believe that Fang Yuan is a farmer's child, it is Su Zhe.

Feng Hua spread his hands: "I can't cut off a piece of the box for you." "She can't carry mahogany with her, that's weird.

"When Fang Yuan's sister mails him a package next time, you will bring me a piece by the way!" Su Zhe said.

"Okay." He is so persistent, and Feng Hua is not good at refusing again. Besides, the mahogany is really worthless now, an old piece of furniture is only a few yuan, and it can make hundreds of chapter materials, if she is reluctant, Fang Yuan will not be a good person.

Feng Hua planned to go back and dismantle the legs of a stool and make a few seals for him...... The kind of mahogany tables and chairs that can't be used without arms and legs, Wu Jiabai gave her a lot.

The onlookers dispersed after watching for a while, and each closed his eyes to recuperate, from the far northwest to the far southeast of the motherland, and his iron body was also tired.

"You're still going to have a secret weapon, aren't you?" A voice whispered, asking Fang Yuan.

Feng Hua and Fang Yuan sat on opposite decks, and she and Fang Yuan sat opposite Su Zhe and a comrade-in-arms, who didn't look very big, eighteen or nineteen or twenty years old, with good facial features and very energetic. It's just that why is this a little nervous?

"I read a martial arts novel that wrote it!" The young man's face lit up, and he looked up at Fang Yuan and said, "Practicing carving can exercise the flexibility of your fingers, isn't it?" ”

Feng Hua: What the hell is ......?

"You've been deceived." Feng Hua also whispered to him: "Carving is about stability, after a carving, the hands are stiff, where does it come from?" ”

The carved wood is still a little more flexible, if the wood is soft, a knife may be able to draw a line, like mahogany and stone is finished, that is all chiseled out and carved, holding a chisel in one hand, a hammer in the other, the hand should be steady, and the heart should be spiritual.

Xia Chendong looked at Feng Hua with wide eyes, a shocked look, and then looked down at Fang Yuan's hand, he was indeed holding the knife tightly, if he wanted to be flexible, he would be more flexible.

"This is a martial arts fan." Fang Yuan whispered to Feng Hua: "Wait for me to take him into the rivers and lakes." ”

"Poof~" Feng Hua smiled immediately.

Su Zhe suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he asked, "Your brother is good at kung fu, you know, right?" "Although Feng Hua is not Fang Yuan's younger brother, but looking at the relationship between the two, it is better than his own brother, and he should know about Fang Yuan.

Feng Hua nodded. Xia Chendong's eyes lit up again.

"And will you?" Su Zhe asked, "With Fang Yuan?" ”

Feng Hua nodded again, not only is she in the same door, but she is also Master Fang Yuan!

"Then let's have a discussion!" Su Zhe said excitedly. It's been a few months since Fang Yuan cleaned up, and it looks like he'll never turn over, and now it's okay to find a place on his junior brother! He had already tacitly accepted that Feng Hua was Fang Yuan's junior disciple.

Fang Yuan put the dagger back into its sheath and looked at Su Zhe.

"No, no, no!" Su Zhe reacted suddenly, and waved his hand again and again: "I was wrong!" It's true! Miss by a mile! Forgive me when I didn't say anything! ”

"Nope." Fang Yuan said: "It turns out that you are so keen on learning, so I will accompany you every day since then." ”