"Teacher, you have been bitten by a snake. We don't even know if the poison has been cleansed. I think it's best you go to a hospital for a check-up. Otherwise, I won't be at ease," said Guan Xiangfeng.
Qiu Xiaoye added, "Teacher, I think what Guan Xiangfeng said makes sense. Besides, your leg is broken. You should go to the hospital for a check-up."
"Enough. Both of you, cut it out. I know what I'm doing with my leg. As for the poison, I believe in that Daoist priest. Besides, I like the feeling of the village. It's tranquil and peaceful. If I were to really go to the hospital, it would be troublesome. In addition, you can stay. Remember to pay for your meals and lodging. We can't freeload off others. It's shameful to be charitable, "said Jiang Zhou.
"Aiyah, Teacher, what are you saying? Are we such people?" Qiu Xiaoye said with a bitter smile.
Guan Xiangfeng added, "That's right. Don't worry, Teacher. We won't freeload off others."
"Alright, leave. I'll be alone." Jiang Zhou began chasing them away.
Guan Xiangfeng, Qiu Xiaoye, and Fan Qing left.
"Aiyah, this village sure is nice. The air is fresh. Look at the mountains in the distance. It's so unique. Fan Qing, you must have had a lot of fun on this trip, right? "Guan Xiangfeng stretched his back and pointed at the distant Mt. Tongtian.
"Fun? What fun? I nearly died in the mountains. Alright, let's not talk anymore. I'll prepare hot water for Teacher's feet. "With that said, Fan Qing left.
"Bootlicker! Tch! "Guan Xiangfeng cursed softly as he looked at Fan Qing's back.
"At least he knows how to do it. He even managed to become Teacher's personal disciple," said Qiu Xiaoye sourly.
"Let's not talk about this. It's vexing. Let's go." Guan Xiangfeng walked out after saying that.
Qiu Xiaoye thought for a moment and shook her head. "Forget it. Teacher is still sick. He needs someone to take care of him. Fan Qing is clumsy, so he definitely can't do it. Go by yourself. "
"Up to you." Guan Xiangfeng waved his hand and left the yard.
Guan Xiangfeng was truly pissed. He believed that he was not inferior to the nerdy Fan Qing in any aspect, but his teacher, Jiang Zhou, had taken Fan Qing in as a personal disciple and taught him all sorts of skills. In the past, he had brought Fan Qing into the mountains to select materials more than once, but he had never brought him along even once.
"Damn it, what's so good about that weakling? He doesn't have money or anything else. He's trash! "Guan Xiangfeng grumbled inwardly as he cursed.
At that moment, the sound of sawing wood came from afar. At the same time, someone cursed angrily, "Dog Song, you're a piece of trash. I asked you to slowly grind the bamboo, but you directly used an electric saw! Get lost! "The voice was as loud and clear as a bell.
Then, an aggrieved voice sounded, "You only said to break it, not to grind it …"
"You're still talking back? Do you want to learn or not? If you don't want to learn, then scram! "The loud voice rang out again.
Guan Xiangfeng leaned over out of curiosity.
The walls of northeastern houses typically weren't high. Guan Xiangfeng could see the situation in the yard from the street. He happened to see a few villagers sitting in the yard, holding pieces of bamboo in their hands. They were using a carving knife to carve patterns on them. On the other side, an old man was chasing a man wearing a cap with a stick. Everyone was watching and cheering. Some were cheering, and some were telling him to run faster …
In the end …
"All of you, shut up! Whoever dares to make a ruckus can scram home! "The old man was infuriated as he roared angrily, silencing everyone.
Guan Xiangfeng's interest was piqued when he saw this. He slumped over the wall and watched from afar.
Dog Song was also grabbed by the old man. He raised his hand and smacked his ass twice, causing Dog Song to wail. "Aiyah, Lame Ma, aren't you being too ruthless … Aiyah … It hurts!"
Although Lame Ma was called a cripple, he was in fact not one. His legs were nimble, but he was used to pausing when walking. It looked like there was something wrong with his legs, which resulted in his nickname.
Lame Ma glared at Dog Song and said, "Dog Song, scram to the side. If you continue with your nonsense, I'll break your legs. Don't even think of learning my skills in the future."
Dog Song immediately pretended to be obedient. What was the most valuable thing in the village? Of course, it was bamboo!
Although it was good to rely on bamboo to open a rural tourism business, Mt. One Finger's reputation was still lacking. The people who came were all regulars from the county city. There were very few people from Black Mountain City. Every family in the village was a farmhouse. Although there were many people, they didn't earn much after sharing the profits. Instead, Lame Ma tinkered with bamboo mats, brush holders, and other bamboo products in his free time. They sold quite well.
Therefore, everyone rushed over to learn his skills. Money was money, and learning was a form of profit.
Lame Ma did not hide his skills. He was a loner without a wife or children. His skills could not be brought to his grave even if he kept them. Besides, he did not seek to earn a lot of money. All he wanted was a tiny bit of money to pass his days. Of course, the villagers did not learn for nothing. Lame Ma did not take money, but he gave them all sorts of necessities, such as good wine and meat. They basically did not have to worry about food and clothing.
Apart from Lame Ma, the village also hired some carving masters. Unfortunately, these people cherished their skills. All of them hid their skills and did not teach others. Therefore, although Lame Ma's skills were not the best, it became the only thing that everyone learned. Lame Ma's status also rose with this skill. He had alcohol to drink wherever he went, and his days were blissful.
After settling Dog Song, Lame Ma took a bamboo tube and said, "Alright, I'll broaden your horizons. Today, I'll carve a brush holder with the word 'Zen' on the spot. As for carving, although I know a thing about it, we didn't have bamboo in the past. I'm just tinkering with it alone. Don't expect me to teach you in detail. I can only demonstrate it. Learn as much as you can. It all depends on your perceptivity. "
"Lame Ma, don't say that. It's already not bad that you can teach us. We aren't picky. Besides, two heads are better than one. Those carving masters are hiding their skills. If we gather together and study them, who knows, our skills might soon surpass theirs. "
"That's right. There's strength in numbers. This is called teamwork!"
"Yes, yes, yes …"
Everyone echoed in agreement.
Lame Ma nodded and began carving. As he did so, he said, "Actually, carving Frost Bamboo is very simple. It's even easier than carving ordinary wood. Go up the mountain and chop a piece of fresh bamboo. Then, use a brush to outline what you want to carve. All that's left is patience and slowly carving. This is a slow skill. It requires time and patience, so don't be anxious. Take it slow … "
With that said, there was a sudden burst of laughter from the side.
Although no words were spoken, the mockery in the laughter was very obvious. Lame Ma and the rest were immediately displeased. Lame Ma thought that the group of farmers were mocking him. Just as he was about to curse angrily, he saw an unfamiliar face. He was tall and well-built, and he wore a very fashionable black T-shirt. There was a tiger printed on it. The tiger's mouth was wide open, and it was unknown what it was biting. The man had a tiny mustache and a ponytail. If he were in the city, it would be an artistic style, but in the village, he looked like an idiot.
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