He must have been unable to withstand her enslavement and whipping, so he went down the mountain to beg for his daughter-in-law.

It should have been this kind of consciousness a long time ago, so that she would not have to suffer in vain, and it would save her from worrying.

Qingyan's eyesight is very good, and the number of people has been ordered.

Five less.

The little disciple who was the least daring and trembled at every turn turned into the most clingy silkworm baby, even if he was stepped on with one hand.

He carefully cleaned the dust from the elder's boots, and when he heard the elder's question, he immediately reported it.

"The elder is angry."

Qingyan looked down and saw only a cloud of black wrapped in a circle of white.

The wound on his forehead is not healed?

If it weren't for the fact that he was injured, she would have kicked someone again.

With his head and heart facing her, it's no wonder that she can't see what mood she is in.

The sticky silkworm baby continued: "Da Zhuang has gone to the thatched house, the tall man is digging wood at the courtyard, Xiaobai is washing clothes, and Ah Zhu is striking iron......

Qingyan squatted down, picked up the sticky thing, shook it gently, and threw it aside.

"Madang, huh? Where is the iron? ”

The clingy silkworm baby rolled over, but he didn't expect the elder to remember his name, and he was immediately excited and burst into tears.

He wanted to make a few testimonials, but was kicked by Qingyan.

"What are you rubbing!"

He got up and led the way.

Before he reached the place where the house was rebuilt, Qingyan smelled a faint smell of wood.

She casually asked if he had seen anything, and he just shook his head.

Could it be that the sense of smell has also improved?

Qingyan misses her domineering mother-in-law a little.

The open space was full of stones, and the construction of the house did not require iron, mainly wood and stones.

The stones paved the foundations, the steps, and the rest depended on the carpenter's wisdom.

They made all kinds of mortise and tenon structures out of wood, building houses and furniture like building blocks, and there was no need for nails and screws.

Ah Zhu struck iron, just to find his sense of existence as a blacksmith's heir.

He struck with a sledgehammer, and felt someone slap him, and the hammer almost hit the other person in one turn.

"Horses, you're looking for death!" He opened his mouth and scolded.

Seeing the green smoke, the hammer was thrown away, and he hurriedly saluted, so well-behaved that he didn't want to.

"Hello Elder, good Master Sihui."

Qingyan snorted and walked over to the makeshift stove.

The fire in the furnace was very strong, crackling and sparkling.

On the anvil lay a piece of red-hot iron, which had been beaten thinly.

Qingyan picked up the iron piece with iron tongs, and the little disciple hurriedly blocked it for her with his hand, "Elder be careful, it's very hot." ”

"You're Ah Zhu?"

The Elder even knows my name?

The little disciple's eyes lit up, and he nodded and poked Madang.

Did you hear me, the elders called me by name!

What's the big deal, the elders have already called me by name.

Ma Dang pushed it with his shoulder, don't open his eyes, and don't look at his villainous ambition.

Qingyan put down the iron tongs, "The technology is okay." ”

The little disciple looked left and right, wanting to be humble, but he couldn't help but be proud, "Hehe." ”

"When you go to Xiaolou tomorrow, I have something to ask you for help."

When the little disciple heard that the elder wanted to help himself, he was excited.

"Ah Zhu must be desperate, never give up, and do his best to die."

The idiom was used quite slippery, and the corners of Si Hui's mouth twitched.

Qingyan patted him on the shoulder, "Remember your words today." ”

Why is the elder a little serious?

The little disciple was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, he only thought that he had said death, death, did the elder want his life?

Is he going to die?

Ah Zhu's face is like ashes......

Thinking of making a scalpel, Qingyan couldn't wait to go back to drawing drawings.

"Sihui, you go and rest, you don't have to follow me all the time."

The secretary will send people to the door of the small building before leaving.

In the yard, the ground is full of water, and it is so loud to step on.

How much water was poured to drown her saplings?

Qingyan looked around and didn't see the culprit, so he scolded and chattered into the house.

She moved the table to the window and began to sketch by the light of the setting sun.

She drew a set of round blades, a set of sharp blades, and a few more bent and straight-tipped hemostats, and small tweezers.

It was getting darker and darker, and no matter how good her eyesight was, she felt struggling.

When I was worried, the room instantly brightened.

Qingyan turned around and saw that the boy had lit three candles at once.

She stared at him blankly, as if she had seen a great savior.

The boy was expressionless, placed the candle around her, and turned to get the rice paper.

He spread the paper on the table and began to grind the ink again.

"Finished?"

The crisp voice brought Qingyan back to his senses.

She shook her head, leaned on the table and continued to draw, and so on for the night.

At dawn, the little disciple was guarding the door.

He tried to knock on the door, and the courtyard door was quickly opened from within.

When the little disciple walked in, he saw a young man in the courtyard watering the saplings.

He poured so much water that the stone path was about to turn into a stream.

"You ...... like that" will kill the tree.

The little disciple kindly reminded.

The boy looked up and looked at him coldly.

The little disciple's back was cold, and he covered his mouth and didn't dare to make a sound.

After a while, the window opened.

"Ah Zhu, come in."

"Okay." The little disciple bypassed the boy and ran in.

The door opened, and the young man followed the young disciple.

Qingyan stretched out his hand and pushed, "You go out." The door slammed shut.

The boy looked at the closed portal, his eyebrows furrowed, and then went to water again.

Qingyan took out a drawing, "Ah Zhu, if I ask you to make the knife so small, can you do it?" ”

Building a knife?

It turned out that he was not asked to sacrifice, but he wrote a letter to his family with pictures overnight.

He didn't go to school, he could only draw.

The little disciple breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the drawings carefully, they were too small and detailed, and it was very difficult.

Not completely sure, "You can give it a try." ”

Qingyan briefly told him a few drawings, rolled them up and handed them to him.

"Don't worry about anything else, just concentrate on this, and come to me if you lack anything."

"Yes." The little disciple took the drawings in his arms and walked away.

Qingyan was ready to go back and lie down for a while.

"Ahh

There was a shout outside.

She ran out to see that the little disciple had fallen into the muddy water, holding the drawings high with both hands.

The drawings were fine, he himself was soaked, humming and chirping in pain, and the fall was not light.

Qingyan helped the person up, and the little disciple was worried that he would make the elder dirty, so he didn't need her to help him.

"You go back and rest for two days, and there is no hurry to cast."

She was in a hurry, thinking that she would take her down the mountain as soon as possible, but seeing the little disciple being well-behaved and sensible made people feel distressed, and she couldn't bear it anymore.

When the others walked away, she shouted at the bamboo forest.

"Get out of here!"

The boy came around the corner, his face still a little unhappy.

Are you unhappy?

I'm not happy yet!

Qingyan crossed his hands on his waist, "I said that you can water every three or five times, you water so much every day, do you want to drown my tree so that I will be grief-stricken, sad and desperate, and take you as an apprentice as soon as my brain is pumped?" ”

She's a principled person!

The boy hung his head slightly, silent.

Qingyan saw that he was even more aggrieved, and she wanted to drive people away but restrained, otherwise others would think that she was bullying children as an elder.

I didn't have a problem with him, so I just brushed my sleeves away, and stepped out of the courtyard door to think that this was her residence.

"It should be you, not me!"

Qingyan turned back, pushed the boy out of the courtyard gate, closed the door, and plugged in the latch before returning to the house with confidence.

Outside the courtyard gate, the young man raised his head and stared into the void, and said lightly, "You see, she won't take me as an apprentice." ”

The tone didn't seem to be disappointed at all.

The breeze blows through the bamboo forest, with a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves.

"Wrong, that's your wrong method."