Back to 2003

The next day, it was the weekend.

Tang Qinghua got up very early and found his father immediately.

"Dad, are there any carpenters in my hometown?"

Tang Qinghua asked him.

"Carpenter? What do you want a carpenter for?"

Tang Wenyuan looked puzzled.

"Haoer wants to build a wooden house. I don't know much about it myself, so I want to find a carpenter."

Tang Qinghua told him what he thought.

"A wooden house? This is simple! Have you forgotten that before you and I drove, I studied carpentry for several years. Unfortunately, carpenters couldn't find money in those years, so I changed my profession and became a driver."

Tang Wenyuan immediately recommended himself.

"Are you still a carpenter?"

Tang Qinghua's face was full of suspicion, he had no idea at all.

"The tools are still there..."

Tang Wenyuan said, patting his chest.

"Otherwise, we should find someone else... After all, you are the boss now, so you are very busy."

Tang Qinghua looked like he couldn't believe it.

"Ah, you dare not believe me?"

Tang Wenyuan suddenly became furious and stared: "Let's go and find some wood. I'll show it to you... Are you going to build a study room for my grandson soon? What's so difficult about this?"

The father and son immediately went out to look for wood. According to Tang Qinghua's calculation, a lot of wood was really needed.

"Are you building a bookstore, or are you moving your home into a tree? A few square meters is enough for a bookstore, but you want more than 30 square meters?"

Tang Wenyuan was a little surprised.

"Just tell me if you can do it?"

Tang Qinghua began to use provocation.

"I can definitely do it, but it will take too long. Why don't you call your uncle Wu and your younger uncle too? They used to be carpenters. With them here, we can work faster."

Tang Wenyuan took the initiative to recommend Wu Qianyou.

"Okay, please get on them!"

Of course Tang Qinghua nodded.

……

Tang Wenyuan called Wu Ganyou, and Wu Ganyou called his master, an old carpenter in his 70s.

I originally called his master here to have a drink, but I saw Tang Qinghua insisting on paying him 200 yuan a day, which made the old carpenter very happy.

The younger uncle was also called back. Tang Qinghua went to pull lumber, while several adults gathered around the uncle to measure.

"Two meters above the ground, that's about the same height!"

"For children to play, it can be made into two rooms: one can be made into a bedroom, where you can lie down and play; the other can be made into a desk, where you can do homework."

"How many bird nests should we make around here? There are many birds here, so it's easy for them to come and stay."

A few old carpenters in their 60s and [-]s naturally didn't have any advanced tools, but traditional planes and chisels were enough. After all, the big wood that Tang Qinghua got back was cut into boards of even thickness.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Wow hoo hoo!"

The yard is bustling!

Although it was summer, it was not too hot under the shade of the tree. After careful planning, a few middle-aged and elderly men quickly started work. In just three or four days, a large bookstore was erected on the yellow horn tree.

The outside of the wooden house is painted with green paint, and the inside is pure wood color with large glass windows and several birdhouses on the branches. Outside the wooden house, there is a small balcony with a beautiful wooden ladder below that extends to the ground. superior.

“If you want it to last, you still have to use paint.”

The old carpenter said: "You can also use waterproof, anti-scorch and anti-corrosion paint on the roof of the wooden house, but the price may not be cheap, a bucket costs several hundred yuan."

"I'll buy it tomorrow -"

Tang Wenyuan answered happily: "Uncle, Lao Wu, Qiliang, let's drink a lot of wine tonight, let's make a good meal!"

"Okay, I want it!"

Several people agreed in unison.

It was just a small wooden house, but the sense of accomplishment for a few people was higher than building a house. Tang Wenyuan even stipulated that if you want to enter the small wooden house, you must wear shoe covers... The next day, he spent another whole day , sanded all the corners of the wooden house with sandpaper to ensure that they were smooth and smooth without slipping.

Everyone was very satisfied with this meal of wine in the evening!

But Tang Wenyuan is not guilty yet,

The father and son held cattail fans,

Sitting under the tree and chatting.

"When I was a kid, you were always clamoring to build a wooden house on that eucalyptus tree, and you suggested it to me many times. Dad, I agreed every time, but I could never find the time. Besides, the Forestry Bureau was very strict at that time. I can’t find that much wood either.”

"Then you get very angry and say again and again that dad is not trustworthy, and then gradually you stop mentioning it."

"But I know that was one of your biggest childhood dreams. I also wanted to start construction with a plane and chisel, but my family was poor at that time and I really didn't have the energy and finances!"

"Now, I can finally satisfy you and Haoer for once!"

Tang Wenyuan smiled proudly, and the corners of his eyes were inexplicably moist.

"Dad, your nails have grown again. Let me trim them."

Tang Qinghua looked at his father and said.

"It's late at night and you can't see clearly. How can you pick it up?"

Tang Wenyuan said to him with wide eyes.

"Turn on the street lights. You can see clearly with the [-]-watt street lights... I'll turn them on."

Tang Qinghua ran away after saying that.

"You prodigal kid, turning on a [-]-watt streetlight to cut your nails is like an anti-aircraft cannon to swat mosquitoes. It's a waste."

Tang Wenyuan laughed angrily.

"I don't care, I'm going to cut it!"

Tang Qinghua didn't care.

The father stretched out his feet and placed them on a wooden bench. Tang Qinghua faced the street lamp and carefully trimmed his nails.

The corners of his eyes were a little wet. He used to cut his father's nails when he was a child, but he has never done this since high school. As a result, he was in a trance in his previous life and his father left... He has been gone for many years!

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The phone suddenly rang.

"Tang Qinghua Children's Shoes——"

Wu Jing's fierce voice came over the phone: "It's been two days since school started, and you haven't come to report yet. Have you forgotten that you are a student again and want to be educated by the teacher?"

"Oh, I'll come tomorrow!"

Tang Qinghua quickly gave in.

"Hmph, if I don't see you at noon tomorrow, just wait to be dealt with -"

Wu Jing was still fierce. After thinking about it, she asked again: "What are you doing now?"

"I'm cutting my dad's nails!"

Tang Qinghua answered with a smile.

"Ah, cut your nails...uncle!"

Wu Jing blushed instantly and regretted it.

Done!Done!

It's hard to pretend to be fierce,

As a result, his father caught him red-handed.

I am so cruel to Tang Qinghua,

Does her father think there is something wrong with her character?

"Hey, Xiaojing! Why didn't you come over during the summer vacation? Your aunt misses you and talks about you all the time!"

Tang Wenyuan had a rare pleasant appearance.

"Uncle, I was too busy during the summer vacation and I haven't been able to come see you... I came back with Tsinghua University on National Day."

Wu Jing quickly resumed her obedient running.

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely come back during the National Day."

Tang Wenyuan was in a good mood and said happily.

After saying a few more words, Wu Jing finally hung up the phone.

"Dad, Xiaojing is actually quite gentle. She is just pretending to be so fierce!"

Tang Qinghua quickly explained in front of his father.