Chapter 72: I'll Write It
"It was Brother Xiao Yuan who went to ask Carpenter Liu in the west of the village to ask for it! He also said that this piece is an old peach tree! ”
Lin Dashan took the hand of the wood and suddenly paused.
Carpenter Liu? The old slammer who doesn't want to cheapen others even to the point of sawdust?
"It's getting dark, second uncle, hurry up and see the wood." Gu Chengyuan patted the ash on his clothes and diverted the topic.
Wang Cuixiang went to latch the courtyard door and went into the house to take out the candle. Lin Dashan also solemnly handed over the wood to his younger brother.
This piece of wood is not too big, and if you accidentally make a mistake, you won't be able to make a plaque.
In the night breeze, Lin Dahe looked at the expectant eyes of the whole family, so nervous that his forehead was covered with thin sweat, and he recalled the plaque of Juxianglou for a long time in his mind, and the saw was comparing back and forth on the wood, but in the end he hesitated for a long time and still didn't dare to do it.
"Second uncle, you don't need a saw, you just need to polish this piece of wood smooth."
In the end, Gu Chengyuan couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward again to give his opinion.
The wood is originally a long strip with a slightly irregular side, but it is quite distinctive at first glance.
The brothers of the Lin family can't use their brains, but they are good at work, someone came up with an idea, Lin Dahe immediately threw down the saw and found a planer, carefully polished the corners and rounded the corners according to what Gu Chengyuan said, and waited until the wooden plaque had a decent prototype before they were urged by Wang Cuixiang to have dinner.
After eating, Lin Dahe kept finding knotweeds again, and slowly polished the whole smooth after wetting the wood.
"Second uncle, is the plaque ready?"
On the branches of the moon, Lin Lan'er asked while yawning while staring at her sleepy eyes that she was almost unable to open.
"Right away." Lin Dahe wiped his sweat, and then the faint light of the candle flame carefully polished the last details.
The insects were still noisy at night in late summer, and only the sound of rustling and rubbing remained in the Lin family's courtyard.
In the end, Lin Dahe's voice sounded, and the people waiting next to him took a long breath.
"Wow-"
Lin Lan'er looked at the smooth and shiny wooden plaque in front of her, her eyes flashed with amazement, and she wanted to reach out to touch it, but Lin Dashan slapped her hand back.
"Don't touch it, what if you touch it!"
"Humph! Can my hand be better than my second uncle's knotweed? ”
The little girl was not convinced, but she still withdrew her hand and wiped it on the placket of her clothes.
Lin Dahe carried the wooden plaque into the hall, and Lin Dashan pulled his sleeve and wiped the table back and forth twice before letting his younger brother put the wooden plaque on the table.
"Father, second uncle, do you feel that something is missing?" Lin Mei'er on the side watched it for a long time, and always felt that something was wrong.
"What?"
The next second, they all looked at the wooden plaque.
Under the candlelight, the peach wood plaque is oily and smooth, but looking at it, everyone finds that it seems to be a little too smooth.
"Word ——!"
Lin Lan'er and Lin Chun'er said in unison.
After discovering the problem, everyone in the Lin family fell into silence for a long time.
It's easy to say what hard work is tiring, but they can't recognize two words even if they don't read a book, so what can they do if they know that it is Lin's Supply and Marketing Cooperative?
None of them knew, let alone written!
"Why don't you go to the Wang family for help early in the morning?"
Counting on his fingers, the entire Hexi Village knows words and characters are all in the Wang family.
"That's all it can be."
Just when the brothers made up their minds to ask the Wang family to write a few words on the plaque tomorrow, even if they pulled down their faces and begged, Gu Chengyuan walked in from outside, and he also held a brush in his hand that he didn't know where to get.
"Second uncle, I'll write this word."