117: C117 Carpenter's Craftsmanship

C117 Carpenter's Craftsmanship

Dinner was already prepared. It was just that Mu Xiaoyou didn't have the fortune to speak. While Mu Yichen and Mu Qingqing were enjoying the delicacies, Mu Xiaoyou was lying on the room on the east side of Mu Mansion, taking out needles.

Doctors diagnosed the small pimples on Mu Xiaoyou's face as a result of allergies and the car sickness as a result of Mu Xiaoyou's poor health.

On the first night they arrived at the Mu Family, Mu Qingqing had gotten used to it. In her previous life, she had come to this place before.

Mu Yichen could be considered to be used to it. With the company of the game console and the computers in his Mu Mansion, he wouldn't feel bored at night.

In the west study room, Old Master Mu was engrossed in reading a book that was compiled into a woodworking technique.

"Dad, you're looking for me?" Mu Ankang knocked on the door of the study room and walked in with light footsteps.

"Take this book and show it to Qingqing. "Let her figure out the techniques behind it and then bring some wood for her practice." Old Master Mu passed the book to Mu Ankang with a dignified expression. He knew that Mu Antai was only suitable to receive Mu Qingqing. The one who actually did the actual work was Mu Ankang.

"Alright." Mu Ankang nodded in agreement and didn't ask for the reason. It was always like this for Old Master Mu.

When Mu Ankang arrived at Mu Qingqing's bedroom, she was practicing her calligraphy.

"Qingqing, this is the book that grandpa gave you. I told you to study the skills inside and practice using wood in a few days." Mu Ankang honestly relayed Old Master Mu's words to Mu Qingqing, then handed over the book with a white cover to Mu Qingqing.

"Second Uncle, is this a carpenter's book?" Mu Qingqing stared at the four large words on the white cover. Carpenter's Craftsmanship.

"Yes, this book was passed down from your great-grandfather. From his generation, he had accumulated a lot of woodworking skills." Mu Ankang answered honestly.

Ancestor?

Mu Qingqing flipped open the title page and looked at the words printed on it with some doubt. Uncle, this book is printed. "

"There's no need to doubt its authenticity. This book is not the original version. Your grandfather got someone to print it." Mu Ankang stood on the carpet with a silly smile on his face.

"Well, thank you, uncle." Mu Qingqing pursed her lips. In his previous life, there was no such thing as a good thing. In this life, things were gradually changing.

"If there's anything you need, just ask. Second Uncle lives in the south." Mu Ankang was an honest man and didn't talk much, but he was very good to Mu Anren's child.

"Yes." Mu Qingqing lowered her head and stared at the book that Old Master Mu sent over. She was reading it seriously and didn't pay much attention to Mu Ankang's words. To her, what others said could not be treated as a promise, because a promise was only a sentence.

Mu Qingqing had memorized the contents of the book thoroughly in fifteen minutes. It was indeed a very practical textbook. From basic carpentry to advanced craftsmanship, most of it was very detailed.

Exquisite, wonderful!

Mu Qingqing remembered that Mu Ankang said he would practice using wood again in a few days, so she rolled her eyes and went out of the bedroom.

She took a glance at the kitchen's location, but she didn't expect that Mu Family wasn't used to burn firewood, but rather gas. She saw wood in the east room and headed east.

"Nephew, it's so late. Where are you going?" Mu Antai was just about to go back to his room when he saw Mu Qingqing walk over and asked with a smile.

"Uncle, I'm going to look for wood." Mu Qingqing bumped into Mu Antai. She thought to herself, "I don't know what kind of wood is in that wooden house for her to practice with. It's very convenient for me to ask around."

"Looking for wood?" Mu Antai looked at her strangely. It's so late at night, why aren't you looking for wood instead?

"What are you going to do?"

"Grandpa said to let me practice using wood. I don't even know where I can find wood."

"Over there." Mu Antai pointed at the wooden house.

"Is it Qingqing?" Zhou Donghao walked out of the room with a smile on his face. From the way Mu Qingqing was looking from left to right, it was obvious that she was looking at the wooden house over there.

"Auntie." Mu Qingqing yelled, but her gaze wasn't on Zhou Donghao. She was thinking about what kind of wood in that wooden house was meant to be used by newbies.

"An Tai, bring Qingqing over. This is the first time she's been here, so she definitely doesn't know what kind of wood she can use." Zhou Donghao looked rebukingly at Mu Antai.

"Look at my brain." Mu Antai was stunned. He patted his head and then led Mu Qingqing to the wood house.

Simply put, this wooden room was a processing place. Inside, there was a wardrobe. Looking at the wood, it seemed to be made of beech wood.

Mu Qingqing looked at the scraps on the side. Many of them were wood shavings, and some were pieces of wood. They were all abandoned wood that couldn't be used for practice.

Zhou Dong Zhao also followed them into the wood room. She told Mu Antai to pick up a half sawed piece of wood. This was the wood for Mu Qingqing to practice on.

Mu Qingqing didn't know much about wood. She didn't know what to make of wood, and only felt that the piece of wood that Zhou Dongzhao had chosen emitted a faint fragrance. It was actually rather comfortable to touch.

"Let's use this." Zhou Donghao smiled gently.

Since it was recommended by her uncle and aunt, Mu Qingqing didn't think too much about it. She dragged the piece of wood to the side and stared blankly at the whole piece of wood.

"Nephew daughter, take your time and train. We'll go back and rest first." Seeing that he had completed his mission, Mu Antai didn't want to stay in this room any longer, so he led Zhou Donghao out of the wood room.

Mu Qingqing was in no hurry to move the piece of wood. Instead, she tested the tools in the workshop, from sawing to cutting board machinery.

The wood in the room smelled of wood. After Mu Qingqing had tested the wood, she followed the instructions in the book and brought the wood that Zhou Donghao and the others had chosen for her to go through the first process.

There was only half of the wood, so she was preparing to make a carved chair. The wood could only make one chair.

After marking the wood with a pencil, Mu Qingqing began to saw the wood with a saw. It was a difficult job, and the soreness of her body made her work very slowly.

The sound of the saw continued until midnight. Mu Qingqing could no longer hear anything, so she went back to her bedroom to rest.

The next morning, there was a burst of rapid knocks on the door. Mu Qingqing lifted her heavy eyelids and delayed for a long time before opening the door.

"Sis, grandpa is looking for you." It was Mu Yichen who knocked on the door. The expression on his face couldn't even be described as being more terrified.

"What's wrong? What happened? " Mu Qingqing was disturbed by Qing Meng so she could not lift her legs up.

"I don't know. Grandpa's expression is extremely ugly. Did you do something wrong?" To be honest, Mu Yichen was indeed a little afraid of Old Master Mu. He was a little naughty towards Mu Anren, and he didn't even dare to be naughty towards Old Master Mu.

"Me? "No, no." Mu Qingqing rubbed her sleepy eyes. She was still in a muddled state of mind.

"Let's go to the living room first, you should brush your teeth and wash your face!" Mu Yichen pushed Mu Qingqing back into the room. His whole body was burning with anxiety.

Mu Qingqing dawdled for a while longer before changing her clothes and walking out of the bedroom.

Only Old Master Mu and Wu Yufen were in the living room. From the looks of it, Mu Ankang and Mu Antai both went to work at the company.

Old Master Mu was sitting on the seat of honor. When he saw Mu Qingqing coming over, he slapped the table made of Pear Blossom Wood.

"Grandfather." Mu Qingqing was wide awake now, dozing off. She called out to him in a neither humble nor haughty manner.

"Who told you to act on your own!?" Mu Qingqing was momentarily stupefied by his extremely dignified tone.

"Didn't you say grandpa wanted me to practice using wood?" Mu Qingqing was confused. Could it be that Mu Ankang, this second uncle, was lying to her?

"Kneel!" Old Master Mu snapped.

Mu Qingqing was startled. She knelt before her parents. Her daughter also had gold beneath her knees. She didn't do anything wrong, so why should she kneel?

"Grandfather, if you want to reprimand me, then you have to reason with me. What did I do wrong?" Mu Qingqing thought back to what Old Master Mu said just now. She acted on her own because she didn't follow Master Mu's instructions and would practice using wood again in a few days?

"Kneel!" Old Master Mu slapped on the table angrily, causing the teacup cover on the table to fly up.

"I won't!" Mu Qingqing refused. She didn't do anything wrong, so of course she could reject Old Master Mu's unreasonable request. She was reasonable!1

Old Master Mu squinted his eyes and said to the butler behind him, "Take out the log!"

The elderly butler dragged a piece of wood and placed it in the middle of the living room.

Mu Qingqing was confused. What did that mean? What was she doing here, dragging the wood she'd used to practice last night?

He saw that the wood had exquisite patterns, with obvious circular ripples of water. The color was yellowish brown, and it was indeed the wood she used to practice last night. However, it was originally a whole piece, and most of it had been cut by her. In short, it looked extremely ugly, as if it had been bitten by a dog.

But this was her first time peeling wood, Old Master Mu also said that he let her practice, so he wouldn't blame her for feeling that this wood was too ugly from her peeling?

However, why did she feel that this piece of wood looked really strange in the white sunlight … It looked familiar!

"Grandfather, is there a problem with this wood?" She forced herself to ask under the old man's extremely dignified gaze.

"Make her kneel." Old Master Mu's face was livid, he was obviously infuriated by this piece of wood.

After the butler heard Old Master Mu's words, he knew that Old Master Mu always kept his word. He walked up to Mu Qingqing and advised her. Listen to your grandfather, kneel. "

Mu Qingqing stood there boldly and confidently. She did not care what expression Old Master Mu had, but she looked at him with a complicated gaze that even contained a trace of probing.

She couldn't concentrate on Old Master Mu's thoughts. She held back the anger in her heart and thought, "You were the one who showed me the book that was passed down from the ancestors, and also the one who told me to practice using wood." I only made the wood a little ugly. If there's no reason, then I'll have to kneel!

She stood on the spot, her eyes burning with anger.

"Grandfather, I've cut this wood a bit too ugly, it shouldn't be enough for me to kneel, right?" Mu Qingqing spoke coldly and asked Old Master Mu instead.

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