Quick Travel Plane Development Notes

How to use it, Zihua also figured out, it is concentration. Luo Genshan likes woodworking to the point where he can focus and forget himself. Concentration allows him to unconsciously use his soul power and inject emotions into his works.

The same is true for Hua Qiuniang.

Luo Genshan came into contact with woodworking when he was eleven or twelve years old when he went to learn the craft from a teacher. Hua Qiuniang has been in love with bamboo weaving since he can remember because it is a family craft.

Compared with the woodworking work in Luogenshan, Hua Qiuniang's bamboo weaving utensils are more original, and they usually weave how they want.

In the simple preparation process of dividing bamboo into bamboo strips, the chatty Hua Qiuniang would laugh and joke with Zihua, and teach her various weaving methods step by step, and how to make the shape of the utensil the way she likes.

When it was time to officially weave a utensil, Hua Qiuniang didn't say a word, and concentrated on the weaving, often showing a happy smile while weaving.

The utensils she weaves are sometimes pleasant and sometimes joyful.

It's one thing to understand it, but it's another thing to do it. Zihua can imitate the works of her masters exactly, but she can't imitate the emotion injected into them.

That aside.

The works of Luo Genshan and Hua Qiuniang were not perfect. Let Zihua do it. She believed that she could make it more perfect. However, even the imperfect works of the two masters made people feel just right.

Yu Hua felt a little numb about how to do it just right.

Just keep observing and practicing more.

Luo Genshan finished cutting the best mortise and tenon, put down the work in his hands, and then relieved his concentration. He glanced at Hua Qiuniang out of habit, and saw Hua Qiuniang pinching the honey cake with only one bite left. Send it to your mouth.

He lowered his face at Hua Qiuniang, "Qiu Niang, why are you making honey cakes again?"

After hearing this, Hua Qiuniang didn't put it down, but quickly ate the remaining honey cake into her mouth. She chewed it a few times until there was more room in her mouth. Then she said confidently, "Why can't I do it? Why, I Do you have any objections to making honey cakes for Rouwazi?"

Yuhua knew she was a tool person, so she became a quiet tool person.

As soon as Hua Qiuniang straightened things out, Luo Genshan couldn't get any stronger, his face could no longer straighten, and his words became softer, "You can do it, but you can't eat more. If you eat too much, you will feel uncomfortable in your stomach for a long time. Didn't you feel uncomfortable for two days last month?"

Hua Qiuniang had no idea how she would eat more honey cakes in front of Luo Genshan. Her proud wrinkles smoothed out several times, "You don't know, Rouwazi said, she can make some pills for me to take." After taking the pill, it doesn’t matter how much sweet you eat.”

Luo Genshan looked at Zihua disapprovingly.

Juhua could no longer be a quiet tool, so she denied and admitted, "I didn't say it wouldn't matter how much sweet food I eat in the future. I only said that I won't get stomachaches again after taking the pills."

Since she became a master, she wanted to keep her two masters in good health. Luo Genshan's health was better than that of ordinary people, and Hua Qiuniang had some stomach problems, which were related to her love of sweets.

Word spread about her ability to set bones, and people thought she had some medical skills. However, she did not want to be a doctor, so she told the public that she only knew how to set bones. She told her two masters that she had read many medical books since she was a child and knew how to do it. A little medical skill paved the way for her to make pills for Hua Qiuniang.

Song Sheng, who has the status of a scholar, is a very good tool person. When Yuhua was an apprentice, he gave the two masters the pattern, and the two masters agreed that she brought it from the Song family.

The same goes for bone setting, she said she learned it from books, and no one in the village doubted it.

Hua Qiuniang didn't get angry because Zihua didn't tell her the truth. Instead, she clapped her hands and laughed, "Oh, this Rouwazi, how come you have the same nature as the old man, always being strict? Oh, I'm laughing to death. Look at you two. It’s funny how you sit there with a blank face.”

Hua Qiuniang laughed so hard.

Zihua really didn't know where Hua Qiuniang was laughing.

Glancing at Luo Genshan, there was also a smile on Luo Genshan's face, but Yu Hua could tell that Luo Genshan just laughed along, not really thinking it was funny.

Luo Genshan shook his head helplessly, picked up a piece of wood that had just been mortised, and inspected it.

On Hua Qiuniang's side, she gradually stopped laughing, and winked at Yu Hua who was looking over, with a sly look on her face.

Juhua:......

It turns out that she became Master Hua's tool again.

No, a laugh fooled the matter of eating honey cake.

...

With the laughter and laughter coming from the main room, Chen Caiyu felt even more grievances.

She peeled the bamboo shoots one after another. In front of her, there was a pile of bamboo shoot skins, and next to her, there was a pile of bamboo shoots waiting for her to peel.

After the bamboo shoots are peeled, they should be washed, cut into shreds, soaked, and then put into jars to make sour bamboo shoots, all done by her.

This pile of bamboo shoots was dug by the fierce god Song Yuerou.

Obviously, she had already dug so much, and she was asked to dig up the mountain that day just to command her and make her tired.

Song Yuerou called her up every day when she went out to make her endless work.

Chen Caiyu threw the peeled bamboo shoots into the bamboo basket next to her, looked at her rough hands, wanted to cry, but didn't dare.

Looking at the half-peeled bamboo shoots, he thought that Song Yuerou would be the best to eat so many sour bamboo shoots.

Thinking of this, Chen Caiyu's mind froze and she lost her mind.

It almost turned into cursing Song Yuerou, if Song Yuerou found out, she would starve again.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Chen Caiyu quickly grabbed a bamboo shoot and peeled it with her head down, not daring to look up at Yu Hua.

Chen Caiyu's guilty conscience was seen in Yu Hua's eyes, but Yu Hua didn't ask, it was just Chen Caiyu who scolded her in his heart.

Yu Hua ordered, "Have a hunch, when will I meet Chen Wenlu tomorrow."

Chen Caiyu's premonition ability can only be used on herself and those who are related to her by blood.

Chen Caiyu knew that Yu Hua was going to trouble her third brother, so she was not only not angry, but also secretly pleased.

She helped the third brother the most, but when something happened at home, the third brother didn't even come back. The message he sent only asked her what her premonition was, and didn't say to take her away from home.

She suffers at home, so why does third brother live well in the county.

"It will be three o'clock tomorrow."

...

Chen Wenlu left Gujiacun with a livid face.

He didn't expect that He Zhenniang would dare to shut him out, even threatening him with Song Ming didn't work.

From He Zhenniang's inadvertently revealed words, he guessed that Song Yuerou might not be Song Sheng's daughter.

Song Sheng took the trouble to marry Song Yuerou to him, not what he said, he wanted him to take care of He Zhenniang and Song Ming's mother and son more.

"Unless..." Chen Wenlu tapped the folding fan in his hand, unless Song Yuerou's background was unusual.

It's a pity that he guessed it too late, otherwise, when Song Yuerou's identity is revealed, he and the Chen family will be able to take advantage of the wind.