Whenever the children scolded themselves, Zhang Xuansheng just smiled foolishly. He was really stupid and couldn't do anything well.

Carving was just a little interest in his childhood, but he was a little clay man at that time, and now he is holding a carving knife, which is naturally even more difficult.

Life is very poor, but Zhang Xuansheng never knew what suffering was. He felt that life was no different from that on the mountain.

Just like he was a formal disciple of Huangtingshan, he had a meal in the luxurious cafeteria, and he also squatted in front of the servient house with others in front of the threshold and hugged a big bowl of white noodles.

In his opinion, there is no difference between delicacies and sea flavors, rice and flour, it is nothing more than filling his stomach.

He once said this to his senior brothers, but the senior brothers laughed at him. His stupid head wanted to debate, but in the end he could only simply say "Those are all pulled out", which made the senior brothers who were dining in a bad mood.

He told his master what happened in the daytime, but the master laughed and just touched his head and refused to comment.

The so-called destiny is created by oneself, so we should not blame the heavens or the others.

He didn't know if he was in line, but he had never blamed the heavens and hated others.

He knew his destiny at fifty, but this time he seemed to have some touches.

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After ten years of eternity, Zhang Xuansheng felt that he had less and less sleep. He talked to other elderly people in the village and learned that when people get older, they feel that they will become less and less.

Now that I think about it, the master did slept very little.

His carving skills have not improved much. Although he feels that he has better control over the fineness, the children still say that the things they carved are different.

The children who once bought their own carvings have grown up, but the new children are still old.

After picking up a bucket of water, she sat on the steps and rested for a while. Zhang Xuansheng realized that he was really old.

He was sixty and obedient, but he couldn't even tell whether his carving was good or bad. How could he tell all the right or wrong in the world?

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Zhang Xuansheng is seventy years old. He rarely goes out now. The heat of summer, the cold of winter, and the moisture of autumn make it difficult for him to adapt.

Only when spring is warm and flowers bloom will he move a chair, occasionally bask in the sun at the village head, and create without any purpose.

"Uncle Zhang, the harvest is good this year. This is my leftover food. Take it."

A strong and simple man came to Zhang Xuansheng and handed over a bag of rice and grain.

"It's a calf."

Zhang Xuansheng raised his head, a little confused, "But God was not very good last year, everyone's harvest was not good, right?"

The man named Xiao Niu twitched his lips, thinking that Mr. Zhang was still the same, so he put the bag next to the chair and said, "Anyway, that's it, my family can't finish it."

Then the Maverick turned around and left.

Zhang Xuansheng looked at the bag of food on the ground and felt a little moved that the children who wanted wooden dolls in his past had grown up, and even the calves' children would go out to the street to make soy sauce.

But now the children no longer play with carving. I heard that a new old man in the town can blow candy. He is so good that he is very vivid and is the new idol of the children.

Zhang Xuansheng stood up and took the bag of food home.

The master once said that you should do whatever you want at 70 and not go beyond the rules.
Chapter completed!