Rebirth Craftsman

At this time, Liu Xing was concentrating on laying out the bamboo bed, and did not notice that the mayor Wang and Mr. Xie were sitting in the opposite living room drinking tea.

Seeing that there was no bird shaver in Wang Afu's tool bag, he immediately patted the bamboo shavings on his body and walked out.

While Mr. Xie was looking at the internal structure of the bamboo building, he was surprised. He was about to ask Mr. Wang, who was the master craftsman who took the lead in planning, and was suddenly attracted by the unfinished bamboo bed in the opposite side room.

The overall handwork of this bamboo bed is very exquisite. The compact structure between the bamboo sheet and the southern bamboo is simply an exquisite work of art, which is not the most important place.

the most important is.

The design of this bamboo bed is very avant-garde and trendy, in his eyes, in the whole Shonan province, no!No such bamboo bed has ever been seen in the country.

"Is it true that Dongyu Village has a master craftsman passed down?" Out of curiosity, Mr. Xie talked to the mayor and walked towards the side house.

I walked closer and observed the craftsmanship of the bamboo bed carefully. Many aspects of the design were not seen by him as a master of bamboo art, especially the design of the foot of the bed. It was simple and atmospheric, and there was no use of bamboo pins. '.

In order to find out what happened, Mr. Xie moved the bamboo bed and prepared to disassemble the foot of the bed. For him, if he didn't figure it out, he would definitely not fall asleep tonight.

However, he didn't pay attention to the dismantling technique at all, and even the bamboo pieces that were laid on it were messed up, falling to the ground in a mess.

This scene happened to be seen by Liu Xing, who came back with a bird plane, and he called out in a daze, "Where is the old man, don't you know that the things in this room can't be moved?"

"I just want to see how the foot of the bed is made!" Xie Lao said with a smile, but the movements in his hands did not stop, because the Liu Xing in front of him was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, and he did not deserve his respect at all.

And it was his arrogant behavior that made Liu Xing angry. He picked up the broom on the ground and drew it to Xie Lao: "Go! Go! Go! You should go home and take your grandson at your age, not idle. Disassemble the bamboo bed I made?"

"What if I don't get out?"

"Your boy has a big tone!"

"Huh? You made this bamboo bed?"

Xie Lao asked repeatedly, looking at Liu Xing with a black face.

He is a master of bamboo art. It is really unreasonable to be chased away by a hairy boy. If it weren't for Mr. Wang, he really wanted to fight back.

"Wang Afu, come here quickly and invite this old man out!" Liu Xing did not answer Xie Lao's question, but thought that Xie Lao was mentally ill, and immediately shouted out impatiently.

When Wang Afu heard the shouting, he rushed in with Wang Jiabao. When he saw Mr. Xie was there, he greeted him eagerly and greeted Liu Xing with a smile, "Who did you say to drive out?"

"Who else, he!" Liu Xing pointed to Xie Lao.

"He?" Wang Afu shrank his neck when he heard the words, and said in a cold sweat; "Do you know who he is?"

"He is the master of bamboo art brought by the mayor!" Wang Afu said in a low voice in Liu Xing's ear.

"Master of bamboo art? Or a master of idea?" Liu Xing showed suspicious eyes.

Old Xie snorted coldly and raised his head. He knew that if nothing went wrong, the boy in front of him would definitely come to apologize to him. After all, his identity was not fake.

However, unexpectedly, Liu Xing not only did not apologize, but also urged Wang Afu to say: "Where is the shit master from this era, hurry up and drive him out, otherwise the bamboo bed will not be made well before lunch. !"

"Ah! Really in a hurry! Master." Wang Afu was crying, a little confused.

Wang Jiabao slipped away secretly at this time, and it's better to stay away from a mortal who fights with him.

"Do you think I'm like a joke?" Liu Xing was a little angry. He picked up the broom and went to Xie Laozai no matter what, and even took Wang Afu with him. He was hurried toward the door as rubbish. .

That depression in Xie Lao's heart!He almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood on the spot, but he was also a little surprised that Wang Afu was called a master. From this point of view, this kid is not easy!

With the idea of ​​not knowing each other, he held his head and asked Liu Xing: "Who are you, what is your master's name, and I don't know the rules for all."

"I! A little craftsman, as for my master!" Liu Xing gave Xie Lao amusedly: "It's him."

Liu Xing jokingly pointed to Wang Afu, then bent down and picked up the scattered strips, prepared the bamboo bed and continued to make it.

The reason why Wang Afu was deliberately called his master was because he had no master at all, and even if there was that, it was before the rebirth, but this can't be said!

Where did Mr. Xie know Liu Xing's thoughts, he turned his head and looked at Wang Afu: "You are a shameless master! You were beaten by your apprentice, and...how the foot of the bamboo bed was designed so that you can't see the bamboo pins. ?"

"Old Xie...I'm not his master, but an apprentice!" Wang Afu stretched his hands out of tears and laughter: "As for the bed foot design you mentioned, I don't even know. You should ask him humbly."

"Who is he?" Old Xie became angry.

It is totally unreasonable to be fooled by a hairy boy.

"He just gave Zhang's Golden Bean Steamer to Liu Xing, the stickman who repaired it. You should know this time, right?" Wang Abao frightened Mr. Xie, and immediately wiped the soles of his feet with oil and ran away.

Xie Lao was indeed frightened. Before he came back to Banqiao Town, he heard about Liu Xing’s repair of the Golden Bean Steamer. He wanted to meet Liu Xing before leaving Banqiao Town. How could he think of the hair in front of him? The first child is Liu Xing, which really subverts the perception of his rival artist!

What he couldn't figure out was how could a child who was only thirteen or fourteen years old repaired the complicated golden bean steamer like the Zhang family?

"There must be an inside story!" Curious, Xie Lao walked toward Liu Xing again with a cheeky.

This time Liu Xing was not chasing Xie Lao away, because he was engrossed in making the bamboo bed, and he didn't even notice people approaching.

He didn't realize that Xie Lao was looking at his hands with wide-eyed eyes until he had installed all the pieces on the frame of the bamboo bed.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a handsome guy?" Liu Xingbai glanced at Xie Lao, and after patted the dust on his body, he took the broom and swept the bamboo shavings off the bamboo bed.

The bamboo bed has been basically completed, as long as a layer of tung oil is applied, the work can be finished perfectly.

Old Xie did not get angry because of Liu Xing's words, but stepped forward and touched the bamboo bed: "Good craftsmanship! Young man, who is your master? Can you show me?"

"No!" Liu Xing replied.

"Why?" Old Xie was puzzled.

"He's been dead for many years. If I take you to see him, wouldn't I have to open the coffin? You old man, I think there is a problem with your brain!" Liu Xing frowned, seeing Director Zhang delivering a popsicle Came here, and immediately walked out of the bamboo building.

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