With a click, there was a familiar sense of weightlessness and trance, and his eyes were dark and bright again, and Xiaohui found himself in a strange place again.

It was a large meadow, surrounded by lush forests, soft underfoot, with a faint smell of rotting leaves in the wind, and the rustle of leaves blowing in the ears.

Hey? Didn't you say training carpentry? How am I in the forest?

Just when Xiaohui was puzzled, a person came out of the forest in front of him, came to the rare clearing in the forest, and stood not far from him.

It was an old man of sixty or seventy years old, with a snow-white beard, long silver hair tied into a small bag, and then fastened with a wooden branch, and he was wearing a brown short dress in ancient costume, with his arms and calves all exposed, and a pair of gray straw sandals on his feet.

Could this be the master who taught carpentry? But how did he dress like an ancient? Does it have something to do with the fact that I chose the category of "Chinese traditions"? If you choose "Huaguo Modern", it is a modern person?

Just when Xiaohui had a speculation in his heart, the white-haired old man opposite spoke first: "You are the student this time, right?" Studying carpentry? ”

"Ah, yes." Xiaohui nodded hurriedly.

"Have you ever learned carpentry before? Whether traditional modern, Chinese or European. The white-haired old man continued to ask, "Is there a foundation?" ”

The basics...... Although I have studied for more than a year before, I have watched the master do it, and I rarely do it myself, and after so many years, I have forgotten many things, so let's learn it from scratch!

Thinking about it properly, Xiaohui said directly: "I haven't learned any carpentry before, today is the first time to learn, let's start with the basics." ”

"Well, let's start with the basics!" The white-haired old man nodded, then reached behind his back, untied an axe from the belt behind his back, and reached out and handed it over: "Give." ”

Although he was a little puzzled, Xiaohui still took the axe as he said, took it in his hand, and looked at it.

I saw that the axe in my hand was about half a meter long, with an iron head and a wooden handle, which was very ordinary and did not have any special features.

The old man reached behind his back again, took an axe from his hand, and said, "Then let's start with the most basic tree cutting and wood identification!" ”

With that, he turned his head and beckoned, "Follow me!" ”

After saying that, he strode into the forest.

Of course, Xiaohui still followed as he said.

While staying in Xiaohui walking in the forest, the old man began to teach: "The so-called carpentry, that is, a lifetime of dealing with wood, whether it is furniture, or a house, you need to have a very clear grasp of the nature of wood, according to local conditions, according to the material. ”

"So, the skill of carpentry is secondary, you must first master the characteristics and character of all the woods according to the type, year, and treatment steps of the wood, and then become friends with them, only in this way, can you really control them!"

"First of all, we have to choose the right wood according to what we are making, for example...... Come, tell me, what do you want to make now? ”

"Hmm......" Xiaohui thought for a moment and said, "I want to build a chair." ”

"Well, let me ask you, do you know that the wood of that tree is suitable for a chair? How old do these trees grow before they reach maturity? The white-haired old man asked rhetorically.

"This ...... I do not know. Of course Xiaohui couldn't answer, after all, it was impossible for him to teach him these things as the master carpenter in the countryside at the beginning, and it was hard to say whether he would even grow up himself.

"Do you know what kind of tree this tree is next to you?" The white-haired old man continued to ask, "It's the one on your right." ”

Xiao Hui looked up and saw that the big tree on his right was very tall, almost ten meters high, with a straight trunk, a small crown, but the leaves were not very wide, some were small and narrow, and it looked very ordinary.

Of course, Xiaohui is not a botanist, and he has never learned about plant identification, so of course he can't answer, so he has to tell the truth: "I don't know." ”

The white-haired old man laughed, then explained, "It's a ash!" It is a family of wood rhinoceros, ash genus, with a compact wooden structure, uniform texture, low hardness, good elasticity, good toughness, wear-resistant and moisture-resistant, easy to polish, and ...... paint adhesion Of course, wood of this nature is not enough to make beams and window lattices, but it can be used to make furniture such as chairs and tables, but it is the best wood! ”

Xiaohui's eyes lit up suddenly, and he waved the axe in his hand: "Then master, we'll cut it now?" ”

"Don't rush yet!" The white-haired old man interrupted his eagerness: "Then do you know how many years it takes for ashwagandha to grow into wood and can be used as wood?" How old is this tree? ”

It turns out that there is so much attention to picking a piece of wood!

Of course, Xiaohui shook his head, "I don't know." ”

The white-haired old man didn't care, and continued to teach: "If you want to think of wood like ash, you have to grow for at least twenty years, and this one in front of you, it has been thirty-four years old, and it is enough to grow!" ”

"Thirty-four years? So precise? Xiaohui was puzzled: "Master, what do you think of this year?" ”

"Wait a minute, you cut down this tree for me first!" The white-haired old man waved his hand: "Do you know how to cut trees?" ”

"No...... No. "Xiaohui feels like a piece of waste, and he doesn't know anything.

"Then let me show you first, if we want to ensure the quantity and quality of wood as much as possible, and ensure our own safety, we should cut down trees like this." As he spoke, the white-haired old man slashed diagonally from top to bottom, slashing twenty centimeters above the roots of this ash.

While teaching how to cut trees, while teaching, he also let Xiaohui try it himself, and after a while, this ten-meter-high ash tree fell down and slowly lay on the ground.

Fortunately, Xiaohui also went to junior high school in the end, and the method of identifying the age of trees is still good, and he counted the annual rings on the trunk, no more, no less, exactly thirty-four.

"Identifying the age of a tree is more than just looking at the rings!" The white-haired old man continued to teach: "It is easy to see the appearance of the trees......

……

The white-haired old man's teaching is unhurried, very disciplined, and very intuitive, even Xiaohui, who doesn't like to learn since childhood, is addicted to learning and absorbing knowledge every moment.

"Drip" "Drip" "Drip" ......

Suddenly, a holographic panel popped out of Xiaohui's chest, followed by a constant alarm sound.

This is the wake-up time he set, after all, he still has to go to work.

"Master, I'm going to go down now, let's learn it next time." Xiaohui silently headed.

"Okay," the white-haired old man nodded: "However, you are only my student, not my disciple yet, don't call me master in the future." ”

"What's that called?" Xiaohui was inexplicable.

"Call me the teacher of the public class."