space fisherman

Then he discovered that after the perception is concentrated at one point, the perception at that point can be infinitely magnified.

For example, it is like drilling a half-millimeter round hole in 1-mm wood. Even with sophisticated tools, it is difficult for people to do it.

But if you use perception to enlarge 1 millimeter to 1 meter, and then drill a half-meter round hole, don't be too relaxed.

This is the role of perception. Perception can help Ye Yuan in some hanging angles, arc drawing and leveling.

Looking at a few chairs made of golden nanmu, Old Man Song felt like a loser.

The first time I saw Ye Yuan practicing with golden nanmu, I almost scared the old man to death. How much of a prodigal would he have to do such a thing?

But no matter what he said, Ye Yuan still did it. It wasn't because Ye Yuan didn't know the value of golden nanmu, but because there were too many such trees in the space.

Compared with golden nanmu, red sandalwood is much less, but this small amount is also relative. He made a rough estimate.

There are more than 60 red sandalwood trees one meter thick in space, and the size of golden nanmu is several times that of red sandalwood.

Some people may say, how can we catch fish with so many trees? Selling wood can be regarded as the down payment of China.

But Ye Yuan doesn't think so. What do you need so much money for? Now you can park as long as you have enough to eat and drink. If you really want to do that, you won't be able to explain the origin of these trees. Finally, you will be dumbfounded if you get them into a small dark room.

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People, don’t think that having more money is a good thing. In many things, it’s just a matter of getting the first shot, and the best way is to just survive.

No matter that Old Man Song looked at himself with an expression that looked like a prodigal son.

Ye Yuan is still working hard.

Not to mention, as Old Man Song said, after using the tools Ding Yi brought back from Blue Island, he felt the difference between handmade products and assembly line products.

In the words of Mr. Song, industrial products lack soul, while the swords in the hands of ancient swordsmen have sword souls.

Ye Yuan did not believe that the tools in the hands of carpenters had the spirit of craftsmanship. It was not as mysterious as what the old man said, but it was true that these tools were easier to use than the ones he bought at the hardware store.

He stopped what he was doing, walked to the table and drank up a pot of tea like a sip.

Old Songtou held a pipe made of sea willow wood in his mouth and looked at him with satisfaction:

"That's it for today. You can practice by yourself when you have time. I'll start teaching you how to make classical furniture tomorrow."

Ye Yuan nodded happily. His original intention of learning carpentry was to learn how to make furniture, but the old man refused to teach him because he said the basic skills were not in place.

It took these three days of hard study and practice, and now I finally got through it.

The old man stood up and flicked his dust-free clothes:

"I'm leaving. You can continue practicing. This pipe is really good."

After saying that, he showed off his pipe to Ye Yuan for comparison, and then left with a smile behind his back.

Old Man Song is very happy now, not only because of Ye Yuan's learning speed, but most importantly because his wife's illness has improved a lot.

The day after Ye Yuan visited her home, Song Ran took her mother to the Second Hospital of Landao Medical University for a comprehensive examination. The examination results were very satisfactory.

The tumor, which was already stage 4 cancer, has now shrunk to stage 2.

However, the hospital still asked the elderly to stay in the hospital and told Song Ran that there was a chance of cure at this stage, but if it reached stage 3, it would be too late.

Song Ran thought to himself that I had seen a ghost because I was in the hospital. Then he stubbornly refused the doctor's obstruction and took his mother back to Yuwan Island. From then on, the family finally let go of the heavy stone in their hearts.

Ye Yuan looked at the old man's back and couldn't laugh or cry. When he first met him, he thought he was a cold old man. Now that he has met him more often, he is completely a rogue old man.

Today, the old man was in Ye Yuan's study and accidentally discovered the sea willow pipe that Ye Yuan used to practice.

At first, the old man only said to look at it, but when it got into his hands, he gave it back to Ye Yuan without saying anything.

Of course, Ye Yuan wouldn't care about such a hand-training thing, but it was a good pastime to chat with the old man when nothing happened. Ye Yuan could see that Mr. Song had the same idea as him.

Seeing Ye Yuan deflated, Dahuang and Xiaojin stood on the ground and on the tree, tilting their heads and looking at their master.

"What are you looking at? Put the tools away from me." Ye Yuan glared at the two guys, then turned back to the villa.

Dahuang looked up at Xiaojin, and Xiaojin looked down at Dahuang. The two brothers began to silently clean up the mess left by their master.

Xiao Jin used his claws to easily pick up some tools, and then carefully put the tools into the tool box.

Rhubarb is responsible for cleaning the wooden blocks and planks.

It first picked up some large boards and wooden blocks with its mouth, put them aside, and finally used its tail to sweep the shavings on the ground to the corner of the yard.

After doing all this, Da Huang came to the tool box, raised his front legs, pushed the box lid, and the box closed with a snap.

Only then did the two brothers complete the entire cleaning process. From this point, it can be seen that this is not the first time the two pets have done this.

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On the highway from Pinghai County to Landao City, a black George Patton with a cool appearance was speeding at an almost speeding speed.

There were two people sitting in the car at this moment, the driver was Ye Yuan, and the one sitting in the passenger seat was the famous star Song Ran.

"Where do you buy the vegetables on your island? Why do I feel like some of my minor physical ailments are cured after eating them?"

Song Ran carefully asked Ye Yuan the question that had been bothering her these past few days.

Ye Yuan looked forward, with an arc at the corner of his mouth:

"Vegetables are organic vegetables. They are cultivated by me and are good for people. You should cherish this time on the island. You can't eat vegetables like that except on my island."

Song Ran's beautiful little mouth grew longer, and then she asked in an almost pleading tone:

"Can you sell me one of the villas on your island?"

Hearing Song Ran's words, Ye Yuan curled his lips.

"I'm not engaged in real estate. The villas on the island are just for entertaining friends and will not be sold."

Song Ran smiled bitterly:

"I thought about it, but my mother really liked living there, and I haven't seen her smile in more than a year.

But since she lived on the island, she has been happy every day, you know? Even if her illness is cured this time, how long can he live at his age?

I really hope he can live happily every day."

Song Ran couldn't stop crying when she said this.

Ye Yuan was most afraid of women crying. He took out a piece of paper and handed it over:

"I didn't tell them to leave. Your father is still half my master. If they like it, they can live here. Let me declare in advance that I am doing this to give your old man face."

Song Ran also knew that Ye Yuan was studying carpentry with his father.

She really didn't expect that such a young man with a big career and superb medical skills could devote himself to learning a trade.