In the wooden room, Payton focuses on planing wood.

Perhaps because of the original owner's memory, his movements became more and more skillful. He polished pieces of wood one by one, faster and faster, and the patterns became brighter and brighter. Tian Xin also had some experiences in his heart, which made him feel quite accomplished.

Gradually sinking into it.

"Hey! Hey! Enough, enough, twenty yuan, how much is it?"

Tian Cheng frowned slightly, looking at the pile of wood, looking unhappy.

"ah!"

Tian Xin stopped quickly and looked at the wood he placed on the shelf. Not to mention twenty yuan, thirty yuan might be included.

"Dad, can you use it next time?" Tian Xin laughed.

"Hmph, you kid, really think the wood is worthless? You will use it next time. Who knows what size and style you need next time?"

Tian Cheng shook his head. They all set the size and style of the equipment they made, and agreed on the price in advance and the price was fixed.

If there is too much waste of wood, the profit margin will be reduced.

So every time I build a utensil, Tian Cheng made plans in advance, thinking about completing the task with the least consumption.

"I haven't seen you as active before. Don't tilt it, come and trough it, look at the points I marked, don't make any mistakes, I'll deal with these wood."

Tian Xin responded, picked up a chisel from the shelf and started to drill holes.

On the other side, Tian Cheng called the boss to start processing the wood blocks. They first used a ruler to measure the size and scale, and then started processing the wood according to the previous design.

Tian Xin began to dig holes according to the marking points.

Chising holes is a fine job, and it takes more effort than scattering wood.

The location and size are marked in advance. Once the holes are wrong, the whole piece of wood will not be wasted, but at least it does not have to be used in the original place.

Looking at the complicated marking points, he was also a little bit of a hand, and he could only drill holes carefully one by one, and the speed suddenly slowed down.

...

An afternoon passed quickly, and gradually dusk and the light dimmed.

Tian Cheng and Tian Masato on the side have already processed all the wood.

Tian Xincai did a small part of the drilling task, but after he was drilled one by one, he also had a lot of experience in the strength, angle and how to drill holes more efficiently.

The holes chiseled behind can be clearly seen, which are more in line with the size of the mark and are smoother, and even use a lot less time.

"It's almost done, let's cook." Tian Cheng packed up and said.

When Tian Xin heard this, he stopped, rubbed his hands, twisted his head, and relieved his muscles and bones.

Not to mention, his hands were really numb. He didn't feel the hole just now. After stopping, the feeling of fatigue suddenly came.

"Second, what's going on?"

"Absolutely, look."

"Okay, I'll take a look."

Tian Cheng said, walked over, picked up a piece of material that had been drilled, looked at it, and nodded.

"Your hole-drilling technique has improved a bit. This hole is good, and my father is 50% capable."

Tian Xin smiled: "It's still far from my father's skills."

Tian Cheng nodded with satisfaction and pulled the eldest son Tian Zheng's clothes again.

"Learn from my second brother, you can make mistakes even if you play a thread, and it's wasted a good piece of material."

Tian Zheng dared not make any arguments, so he could only bow his head and admit his mistake.

When he was bounced the line just now, he was distracted and later dealt with it, resulting in a piece of wood being scrapped and had been sprayed for an afternoon.

He didn't dare to refute it. After all, his father's temper is more accurate than anyone else. It would be better if you don't speak. If he squirted for a long time, he would be annoyed.

If you dare to talk back, he can come up with old things from many years ago and scold you.

Tian Cheng was too lazy to talk about him, and asked Tian Xin: "How many have you done?"

Tian Xin pointed to a stack of wood under his feet: "All these are done."

"So much? Don't lie to me." Looking at the pile of wood underground, Tian Cheng felt a little unbelievable.

He still knew the speed of Tian Xin’s hole punching, how could it be so fast?

One afternoon, the two brothers dug holes together, and together, it was almost as many as underground.

Today, the second brother was done alone?

With doubt, Tian Cheng picked up pieces of wood and looked at it.

After reading it once, he realized that Tian Xin was right and then smiled.

"Yes, second brother, your efficiency today is much higher than before."

Suddenly, when he thought of something, his face collapsed again: "You kid, have you been lazy before?"

As he said that, before Tian Xin could refute, Tian Cheng continued, "Hmph, I don't care if I was lazy before. If I chisel too little in the future, I will give you a meal of bamboo meat."

Tian Xin said with a smile: "Dad, don't worry, it will definitely get faster and faster in the future, but I don't want to eat bamboo meat. I remember that there are still a few bacon at home."

This bacon is the most satisfying thing about Tian Xin with all the food here.

The marinated ones are very tasty and have a great taste. They are fat but not greasy. They are even better than many bacons I have eaten in my previous life.

Seeing my father in a good mood, it just satisfies his craving.

Tian Cheng glanced at him: "Okay, if you can still keep it in the future, eat bacon, eat bacon."

Tian Zheng's eyes lit up and he quickly said, "Dad, when will we eat?"

"Second, you said, when do you want to eat?" Tian Cheng turned around and asked.

Tian Xin looked at his dick who kept winking at him, gave him a clear look and replied: "It is better to choose a day than to have a day, eat it tonight."

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"Okay, then eat today."

"Boss, I cut the bacon into pieces and give you extra meals."

Tian Zheng was immediately happy: "Thank you, dad."

Tian Cheng patted his head: "I know that eating is going to be a family. I'm still distracted all day long. I'll study hard with my second brother and don't think about being lazy."

...

In the evening, Tian Xin ate a meal of bacon, which was fat and thin, mixed with steamed buns, and was immediately satisfied with every bite.

After dinner, put down the chopsticks.

Tian Cheng clapped his hands and said, "Wash the dishes, by the way, wash the clothes I changed a few days ago, I'll go out for a walk."

As he said that, Tian Cheng went out humming a small tune, leaving the two brothers Tian Xin.

"Dragon, I'm going to wash the dishes. I'll have something to do later. I'm going to go out. This time you do your clothes and I'll wash them next time."

"What's wrong? Are you going to have a tryst with Sister Zhao again?" Tian Xin teased.

"Hmph, you don't care." Tian Zheng curled his lips, not wanting to say more.

Tian Xin smiled and said, "Go, go, when Sister Zhao comes in, someone will help me wash my clothes."

"Bah, you think beautifully, Sister Zhao is just helping me wash clothes." Tian Zheng was a little unhappy.

"This is what you said. I want to tell my father that you have married a wife and forgot about your father." Tian Xin threatened.

"No! I was wrong, I will help you wash, wash you." Tian Zheng hurriedly begged for mercy.

After a while, after washing the dishes, Tian Zheng rushed out of the house happily.

In this rural night, except for sleeping, you usually go to the entrance of the village to stroll, or move a bench to sit down, and a large number of people gather together to chat. This is a rare time to relax after a busy day.

From the original owner's memory, he and Tian Zheng both liked to go there, one for the Zhao family girl, and the other for the Tian family girl.

But today, Tian Zheng definitely won't go to the entrance of the village. He and his Zhao girl might go somewhere to have sex with each other.

Tian Xin shook his head and started to fetch water and wash clothes from the well in the backyard.

There is a river port at the east end of the village, where the wives of the old and young people in the village usually wash clothes.

Their family is all men, so they rarely go there. They usually get water and wash clothes from the well in their backyard.

These days, there is no washing powder or soap in washing clothes. Fugui families usually send clothes to special pulp and washrooms.

When washing clothes, professionals in the pulp room usually wash the clothes with soapcorns and put them aside to wait for the pulp to stand up, then put the rice soup or rice washing water in a large pot and cook slowly over low heat until it boils.

After the boiled slurry water is cooled to a certain temperature, put the washed clothes in warm slurry water, stir the clothes constantly, soak them completely in slurry water, soak them for three to five minutes, then take them out and rinse them with clean water, and finally dry them and iron them with an iron.

In this way, the washed clothes will look more neat and brighter, and the colors will look brighter. When worn on the body, it will make people look more comfortable, and unlike those sloppy clothes, it will feel uncomfortable.

But a village obviously does not have this condition.

In their village, the process of washing clothes is much simpler.
To be continued...