Chapter 278: Lightning Strikes Jujube Wood (II)

Yu Lan turned the phone back, Liu Wujian sat aside and said slowly: "It stands to reason that you are my younger brother, I am your town fairy, I should help you deal with these troubles, I also want to do these things for you, but if I go, it will be putting the cart before the horse." ”

I nodded, smiled, and said, "Hey, I know about this, the normal order should not be that the younger brother goes out to do things, and the town hall fairy protects the younger brother, so that both of them have good fortune, if it is reversed, it will not be good fortune." ”

Liu Wujian showed a slightly sad expression for the first time, and said softly: "I can't help you now, I can only help you take care of your home." ”

It turns out that Liu Wujian will also have careful thoughts.

I can also hear it, she feels guilty, but the person who should be guilty should be me, right?

I hurriedly interrupted her and said, "Don't say that, you saved my life in the first place, and when I went out, it was completely you who took care of the inside and outside, and it was too late for me to thank you." ”

Without waiting for Liu Wujian to say, Yu Lan walked in with the phone and said with a relaxed face: "Uncle Wang will deliver the key in a while, I have delayed some time, just get this done before tomorrow night." ”

These words made me feel more at ease, as long as Uncle Wang didn't urge me, I wouldn't be so anxious.

Liu Wujian took the jujube wood and said, "Help me call Zhang Wang back, his skills are good and fast, and he gets twice the result with half the effort!" ”

After listening to this, Yu Lan took the car keys and went out.

Liu Wujian looked at me and said, "Don't be idle, go get some tung oil back, put the jujube wood in it and boil it, boil it until it is black and purple, and then stop the fire." ”

I nodded hurriedly and asked with a grin, "I always thought you could only do magic and medicine, but I didn't think you could do dusting." ”

Liu Wujian smiled and said, "Have you forgotten when I taught you to memorize things? It's my ancestral ability to remember it at a glance, and you can always remember it, okay, don't ask, get down to business. ”

Liu Wujian has always been vigorous and resolute, and within a moment, he arranged everything in one catty, and I didn't dare to delay, so I went out at a trot.

Tung oil, which is a special oil for Jiangnan oil paper umbrellas, is not common in the north, and it took a lot of circles to find a few barrels.

According to Liu Wuji's explanation, put the pot up and boil it directly! That's all I can do, and I don't have the ability to do the rest, so I can only hand it over to Zhang Wang.

Zhang Wang squatted on the ground, took the piece of wood, looked left, and looked again.

I whispered, "Carpenter's work, you can too?" ”

Zhang Wang smiled innocently: "I was originally from the countryside, and it is not a problem to make wood, besides, don't you just want to turn this thing into a cylindrical shape?" It's not hard. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Wang took out a few fishing lines that he didn't know where to get them and shook them in front of me.

Zhang Wang said: "What should you be busy with, just leave it to me, Liu Niangniang told me, just cook this thing in the pot for a while." ”

I patted Zhang Wang gratefully and asked, "How are you doing lately?" ”

Zhang Wang twisted the fishing line over and over again, and replied: "I'm in good health, I was not easy to toss last time I was evil, right?" ”

I laughed and said, "There's nothing to toss, we originally ate yin and yang rice." ”

Without saying a few words, Zhang Wang frowned and began to nail the fishing line on both sides of the wood, looking at his meticulous demeanor, I was embarrassed to disturb him more.

Simply, I crossed my legs on the spot, meditated on pranayama, and calmed myself down completely, Uncle Wang's matter, I have to hurry up, as for Huang Pizi's calculation of my business, I plan to put it aside for the time being.

After all, it's important to carry.

When you meditate, your perception of time becomes weaker and weaker, and if your concentration is strong enough, you can't even feel the passage of time.

At that time, Patriarch Bodhidharma meditated against the wall for five years, and when he opened his eyes, he thought that only a few hours had passed.

When Yu Lan gently woke me up, I looked up at my watch, and it was already afternoon.

Yu Lan said excitedly: "You go and take a look at the pot!" ”