When Carpenter Zhao said that, everyone else leaned over and looked around.

Ju Wenqixian gave Carpenter Zhao a glance and said with great confidence: "Impossible, this expensive thing cannot crack, it must be your presbyopia."

After saying that, he pulled others away and looked at the place where Carpenter Zhao pointed.

Hey, there is really a crack!

There is a very small crack that cannot be seen without sticking it on it. Carpenter Zhao is not young and looks very good.

Ju Wenqi felt so distressed, but he was not showing it with his face. He said stubbornly: "There is no crack? I just scratched it when I took it back, and it wasn't a crack at all."

Everyone is not blind, can’t you see the crack?

It’s one thing to see, but it’s another thing to tell.

When Carpenter Zhao saw that the people in the room didn't say anything, he felt embarrassed and immediately stubbornly said, "I have been a carpenter all my life. Can I not see if the wood is cracked or painted off? You are just bragging. This thing is not as good as you said. I will use a plane to apply it with a paint, which is better than yours."

Ju Wenqi, who is also a carpenter, immediately said unhappy: "You are bragging. I don't know what your carpenter's job is like. You can wipe your hands even if you cut a wedge, and apply milky white glue to stick your fingers together. Don't move the plane, be careful to dig it for yourself."

The two of them didn't deal with each other much, and they also competed for carpenter work in the school. At that time, because Ju Wenqi's bid was low, Carpenter Zhao had always remembered these things in his heart.

New and old grudges, two people of all ages start to argue with each other like a child, and everyone in the room is happy to watch the fun and no one advises them.

Zhang Yongmei, who was cleaning the counter, couldn't help but walk over and confiscate all Ju Wenqi's tea sets, and said, "I can't sleep when I drink these old teas all day long. Don't drink them anymore. You can choose whatever dish you want to see."

There was no tea tray but it was not enough to be set up. Carpenter Zhao felt it was boring, so he left with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Yongmei thought this matter was over, but she didn't expect that Ju Wenqi was quite concerned about it.

In the evening, he took the tea tray home and looked under the light for a long time.

Ju Jing and Ju Ling didn't know what he was watching, so they came over to watch together.

"What's so good about just one crack?" Ju Jing asked Ju Wenqi in confusion.

Ju Wenqi now feels a headache when he hears the word "crack".

He looked at the most annoying second girl with a bad temper. Ju Wenqi replied: "No, it's fine when it was on the train. Why did it crack after just a few days of leaving it at home? I'm watching from your elder sister that the things they use are not cracked, but why did it crack in my hand?"

"Then you have to ask your hand, is there a knife on it?" Ju Jing joked with a smile.

Ju Wenqi had no intention of joking and continued to stare at the crack.

Ju Ling also looked at it for a while, then slapped the big kang and suddenly said, "Dad, I know what's going on! My elder sister is too turbulent. If your woody thing is lost, will it be dry and cracked when it is lost?"

Ju Wenqi slapped his head and regretted, "I'm still putting it in a hot place on the kang. Is this not dry and faster?"

After saying that, he quickly got up from the kang and moved the tea tray to the base of the wall and placed it.

It's useless to know what's going on. The cracked area cannot be closed, and no matter how you do it, it will definitely crack and grow bigger and bigger.

Ju Wenqi was worried all night, and the next day he got up early and went to the shed to toss his carpenter's work tools that he hadn't moved for a long time.

During breakfast, Zhang Yongmei asked him why he took out all the tools.

Ju Wenqi frowned and thought about his own affairs, answering: "I see that this thing is not difficult to do, I will do it myself."

Zhang Yongmei was about to say he should stop to trouble, but Ju Jing and Ju Ling gave her eyes at almost the same time, telling her not to say anything.

Ju Ling also encouraged: "Dad, you can definitely do your carpenter work so well, maybe it's better than buying it."

"Well, the most important thing is that you do whatever you want, and you don't feel sorry if you throw away the cracks," Ju Jing also said.

The attitude of the two girls greatly encouraged Ju Wenqi. When he went to the hotel after dinner, he took all the chisels, small carving knives, planes, saws and so on to the hotel.

After he left, Zhang Yongmei asked the two girls in confusion why they stopped her.

Ju Jing explained: "It is better to let him do the carpenter's movements and use his brain and move his hands than to just use his mouth to blow. My dad was so skillful in the past. Look at our kang cabinet, Carpenter Zhao would not beat my dad, and he would beat him so well."

When it comes to furniture making, Zhang Yongmei is quite proud of her husband.

She smiled and said, "Your father was so smart when he was young. He just became an apprentice. The master didn't teach him seriously. He would do whatever he read twice."

Ju Wenqi, who has a good brain, can't withstand the ruthless destruction of time. Now he has no eyes but his brain or hands. He has been lying on the counter and has drawn a rectangle for most of the day, and has not drawn any patterns or patterns.

If it's all like this, there are still people who stimulate him.

The people in the village kindly advised him: "Third brother, you'd better stop messing around. You've been no longer doing carpenter work for several years. It's hard to dig a piece of wood, so don't do this meticulous work."

Ju Wenqi has a stubborn temper. Others say that he can't do it and say that he can't do it, but he is not convinced. He has to make the tea tray after holding his breath, and it also needs to be made very fine and beautiful.

After holding it in for two days, Ju Wenqi finally drew all the style of his tea tray and the patterns to be carved on it, and showed it to Zhang Yongmei first.

Zhang Yongmei thought that his paintings were very good, but it was too troublesome, and the patterns were not easy to carve.

Ju Wenqi didn't care: "What's this? I've even made more refined ones before. Look, I'll definitely be able to do it."

Just as he was busy making tea trays, Ju Jing and Ju Ling took Zhang Yongmei's instructions to go to the grandmother's house in Sanpangzitun and the aunt's house in the forest farm village.

Zhang Yongmei brought back some soft and digestible pastries from the south, and if he didn't send them to his grandparents, he would be released.

After staying in Sanfatzi's village for a long time, my grandma made mutton soup for them, and when she left, she also packed them a plastic bag of mutton for them to take them home.

Grandma sent them out and stuffed Ju Ling with another 200 yuan. Since she was calling her to study in Yunhe, grandma has given her 200 yuan every year. The old man didn't know how to support his granddaughter's study, so he could only stuff some pocket money.

After returning from Sanfatzitun, they brought gifts to Zhang Yongli's house.

By chance, Feng Guangquan was there too.
Chapter completed!