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Chapter 30: Familiarity

Before I arrived at the door, I hesitated for a moment, reached out and held the door handle again.

"What are you doing?" Someone suddenly spoke from behind, scaring me so much that I almost bumped into the door. When I turned around, Mr. Feng's expressionless face came into my eyes again.

"Huh, it's Mr. Feng, you don't have any sound when you walk." I patted my chest and gasped, "By the way, you said during the day that I have something to tell me after I come back, what's the matter?" Mr. Feng glanced at me, walked past me, opened his door and walked in: "Let's talk about it tomorrow." I said oh, looked at the door in front of me, had a cold war, turned around and went back to my room, closed the door and never came out again.

As soon as I lay on the bed, I obviously began to feel the heat again. The chill just now disappeared without a trace. I shook my head and turned on the air conditioner.

The next morning, I was woken up by a noise outside.

I got up and put on some clothes to wash my face. When I opened the door, I saw that there were many people coming to the yard. The door of the store was completely opened. I could still hear the sound of trucks coming from the corner of the street. These people were moving pieces of wood into the yard. Mr. Feng was standing in the yard, looking expressionlessly.

Soon, all the woods of all sizes were piled up into a hill in the yard. All the transporters retreated. A middle-aged man in a black suit came up: "Boss Feng, the materials are all there." Mr. Feng nodded expressionlessly: "Come here to take the coffin in three days." The middle-aged man nodded respectfully, and then took the people away. Before leaving, he had not forgotten to close the door.

I walked up in amazement: "Mr. Feng, what are these materials for?" Mr. Feng glanced at me: "Make a coffin." "Make a coffin? Isn't there a lot of materials in the yard? Can't it be used?" Mr. Feng walked over to check the pile of materials and said lightly: "Those are not for them." I was shocked when I heard it. The materials used to make coffin were made by others themselves. I originally thought that this coffin must be made from 700,000 yuan, so it must be so expensive. After all, some of the best woods are not uncommon for a coffin to make millions. I didn't expect that the materials were all prepared by myself. That is to say, the 700,000 yuan is purely the money for asking Mr. Feng to make a coffin?

As if after counting the materials, Mr. Feng came over, looked around, then picked up a piece of wood from the ground and threw it in front of me: "Take it." I was a little confused. What is this? Give me a piece of wood and let me chew it?

Then Mr. Feng entered the store and took out two books and threw them at me. When I looked at the cover, I looked at the cover: "Beginner of woodworking? Wood foundation?" Mr. Feng said lightly: "Look it out, and then use this piece of wood to make a bench." "What?" I was stunned: "I want me to make a bench, but I have never learned carpentry. Why do I need me to make a bench?" Mr. Feng ignored me and turned his head to fiddle with the pile of materials. Seeing that he had no intention of answering, he had to shrugged and opened the book and read it.

These two books are not secrets or something. They are the kind of introductory popular science books that can be bought at any time in bookstores outside. I went out to buy breakfast and read it while eating. After reading it for a while, I still didn’t understand it. I decided to take a look first. Anyway, it’s just a bench, so it must not be difficult.

I picked up the piece of wood that Mr. Feng had just thrown to me, and found that it was much heavier than I thought, so I didn't pick it up at once.

Carpenter tools are available in this yard. I found a saw and planned to saw them together as the bench surface. I don’t know how to polish the planing surface. I see that the wood is quite neat, so it should be OK to use it directly.

However, after a few saws, I found that I was sawing it crookedly. I saw a deformed piece of wood that was thick on the left and thin on the right, and even sawing my hands red.

The sawed wood showed a red cross section. I lowered my head and smelled a faint sour smell.

"This smell..." I felt something was wrong when I smelled this smell. After thinking about it, I picked up the wood and flipped it, which immediately shocked me.

The piece of wood that I just sawed is dark red in color and the stripes are also dark, with delicate feel, high density, and has a sour vinegar flavor. This means that this is an authentic big red rosewood.

Many people may not know about the big red rosewood. In fact, I didn’t know about it an hour ago, but if you want to talk about mahogany, everyone is familiar with it. This big red rosewood is the best among the best. It is known as the three major tribute trees in the palace together with yellow rosewood and red sandalwood. In ancient times, only high-ranking officials were qualified to use it.

If you want to talk about how expensive the furniture made of mahogany is, you all know that furniture made of red rosewood is even more expensive. Although I just read some information, I saw that this piece of wood was a whole piece with a diameter of at least 30 centimeters. This material can be at least hundreds of thousands per ton, or even millions in the market.

And my piece of wood weighs at least a few dozen kilograms, which means at least it is worth tens of thousands.

I gave me a rookie a rookie to play a bench. Boss Feng doesn't take the money seriously.

At this time, Mr. Feng had already entered the store and didn't know what he was doing. I looked around and found that the wood piled up in the yard was mostly expensive wood I had seen in books, and it looked very good. Some of them were not recognized at all, but I probably cherished wood. Moreover, the quality of the wood is, the more the same wood, the larger the diameter, the more it is, the more it is, the more it is.

The piece of mahogany I use now is considered small in the yard. After all, this is a coffin shop, and the wood used to make coffins should not be small. It is said that the best thing is to use a tree for the entire coffin.

I'm good, no wonder Mr. Feng doesn't take hundreds of thousands seriously. Just looking at the wood all over the floor, if I take it all out for sale, I'd probably become a millionaire in an instant.

Just as I was still stunned, Mr. Feng walked out of the shop, holding a plane in his hand, and frowned: "How come the sawing is like this?" I shrugged, not knowing what to say, but Mr. Feng didn't say a word, picked up the saw and saw it. I knew he was demonstrating for me, so I quickly bent down and observed carefully.

The morning passed quickly. By noon, I wiped my sweat and looked at the small red stool beside my feet, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Mr. Feng taught me, I am still a novice who has never touched a saw several times before. A piece of good mahogany was broken by me. In the end, I made a small stool that was so harsh that it was even hard for a child to sit on.

That is, Mr. Feng doesn't care about money, I guess if he changes to another old carpenter master to see me ruining things like this, he will be furious to death.

Mr. Feng looked at the bench I was sitting on and was silent for a while. He probably felt terrible. He said, "This is not OK. Continue in the afternoon. You can use the wood in the yard by yourself. I will go out in the afternoon." I scratched my head embarrassedly: "Sorry, Mr. Feng, I am too stupid, but why do you want me to sit on the bench?" Mr. Feng stood up expressionlessly. Just when I thought he would not answer me, he spoke: "If you want to make a coffin, you have to learn carpentry first. When you learn it, you will teach you." I was stunned for a moment. Mr. Feng wanted to teach me how to make a coffin?

Although it sounds strange, I know the significance of this. But looking at the stack of big money yesterday and the old man's respectful attitude, I can also see how powerful Mr. Feng's craftsmanship is. He said he wanted to teach me how to make a coffin, and he told Huang Feihong that it was the same concept.

But the next day I came, why was he willing to teach me this craft? I remembered what he said before, was it because of my grandfather?

But before I could ask again, Mr. Feng had already turned around and left and walked out of the store.

I shrugged and watched him leave, then picked up wood in the yard. Although I didn't want to choose something too expensive, I felt sorry for waste, but I could hardly find ordinary wood in the yard. After searching for a long time, I only picked a piece of smaller red sandalwood.

Just as I sat down and was about to use a plane, a vocal voice came from the store.

"Is anyone? Is the boss here?" The voice was a little familiar. I responded, got up and walked into the store, met the person who came, and was stunned.

Standing in the store is a hot-sized beauty wearing a red dress.
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