Live Broadcast: My Leisurely Life In Changbai Mountain

"I'll go, Brother Nan, just be a human being."

"When did brown bears and tigers fall to the point of being bullied? Dahei and Dahu really have no dignity."

"Am I the only one who wants to see Dahei and Dahu perform 'The Heart Is Calm and Naturally Cool'? Hahahaha."

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"+10086,"

There was another burst of noise in the barrage, but this time Chen Nan did not respond to everyone,

"Okay, it's getting late. It's time for dinner again. Let's go back and let Dahei and Dahu perform a show for everyone, and then we'll get ready for dinner."

Now that the wood is available, most of the pen making has been completed, and the remaining "413" can only be started after the wood arrives.

The old man will arrive tomorrow. Chen Nan thought about it. After arriving, he should start painting at his house, so a desk is needed.

He did have one originally, but that desk was used as a dining table when nothing was going on.

The old man came over and saw that the desk was fine and used it as a kitchen table. He asked him to draw on it. He probably felt uncomfortable.

So Chen Nan did not leave immediately, but cut down a nearby poplar tree. The thick poplar tree, which was more than one meter high, was carried directly on his shoulders and walked down the mountain.

"Brother Nan, why did you suddenly cut down the tree? Don't you already have the wood for making pens?"

"Is it okay to cut down a tree if we don't agree?"

"It's amazing. I saw Brother Nan chop down this fifty centimeter-diameter poplar tree with just two strokes. Look at the knife edge, it's clean and neat."

"If this force falls on someone's neck... tsk tsk..."

"What kind of devils are you? It's obviously just cutting down trees, why do you want to rise to the body of a human being? It makes me shudder to think about it."

"My husband is so strong. Look at his arms, those strong biceps and shoulder muscles. Each one is full of strength."

"Let me go, how did you practice this?"

"I'm envious. I also want to have muscles like this, which are a great tool for picking up girls."

Chen Nan glanced at everyone asking him why he suddenly cut down the tree, and he gave an answer.

"I still need a desk at home. I plan to go back and build a desk. When the old man comes over tomorrow, I can use it directly. Time may be a bit tight, so let's do some drying today and make do with it.

Originally, the wood furniture used in my home needs to be properly dried after being made.

But since the old man will be here tomorrow, Chen Nan will omit this point. He will lay it first and use it tomorrow, and then take it out to dry in the sun.

He wasn't going to paint it anyway, so he would just use it.

"Brother Nan is so attentive. I just came here to have fun. Are you really so serious?"

"I remember when Brother Nan was painting before, didn't he also have a table? And it's an old table at home, and the paint color and other things look very good."

"That's what Brother Nan uses to eat."

"Yes, some viewers said that the table I used before is where I usually eat. It doesn't matter if I use it myself. However, the old man must be a senior who has been involved in the Chinese painting industry for many years. Let him use the dining table. I was worried that he might feel uncomfortable."

"I happened to be going up a mountain, so it's not that difficult to just make a table."

Chen Nan's casual words revealed his attentiveness and consideration.

Zhang Chuchu and Mr. Zhang felt warm in their hearts.

When you go to someone else's home as a guest, being taken seriously by them is the best result. 0.

Especially Mr. Zhang, looking at the handsome and strong Chen Nan on the screen, he thought of his granddaughter Zhang Chuchu, and a hint of cunning flashed through his cloudy eyes, as if he had some idea.

"Brother Nan takes his customers so seriously and is so diligent. Brother Nan, do you need a girlfriend? I can find you by myself.

"If you don't lack girlfriends, would you mind having ten more?"

"Get out of here, you guys upstairs. My husband is mine. You don't even care what you look like. You dare to covet my husband."

"You idiots, stop talking nonsense, otherwise my husband will kneel on the keyboard again at night. In fact, I told him that I don't mind, but he just feels bad about it.

Feel sorry for me. "

"Ugh, it's time for those upstairs to wake up, it's dawn."

"Brother Nan is my husband. He just woke up from my bed this morning."

Chen Nan ignored the nymphomaniac words in the barrage and placed the poplar trees on the shoulder of the road in the yard.

A loud "bang" sound attracted Uncle Dawang next door.

"Anan, what are you doing1.1? What are you doing with the poplar trees?"

Uncle Dawang asked curiously, stepped forward and patted the poplar tree, nodding repeatedly.

"This poplar tree is good, with fine lines and annual rings. It is suitable for making a table and stool.

Uncle Dawang said, with a coveted look in his eyes.

"Anan, my uncle's house happens to be short of a few chairs. How about your poplar tree..."

Uncle Dawang's greedy expression made Chen Nan smile helplessly.

"Uncle Dawang, this is what I want to use to make a table. My guest is coming tomorrow and I will make him a table for painting. So I can't make it for you."