Zheng Quchi was about to go back to the carriage to get her tools, but she saw Mu Gaoyi and Shi Hetong carrying her big baggage together.
"Aqing, we brought your things for you." Mu Gaoyi shouted excitedly.
Zheng Quchi was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward with a smile: "Thank you."
Shi Hetong: "Aqing, we heard it on the carriage. We believe you. You must tell these scornful guys to know how powerful our craftsmen of Ye State are!"
She nodded, stretched out her hand, and grabbed the big bundle. She saw that the two men who were taller than her were hunched over, but she picked it up easily.
When people around saw it, they were surprised again and again.
You can't tell, but this not-so-tall body hides a lot of strange power.
Zheng Quchi squatted on the ground and rummaged through the bag to find the round knife, flat knife, oblique knife, triangle knife, etc. she wanted.
She first picked out the two most commonly used ones, and stuck the remaining carving knives in her waistband.
Seeing that she carries so many wood tools with her, others are curious about what level of craftsman she is.
Until...she accidentally shook out the "Artisan Level 1" sign on her waist, and they were all dumbfounded.
"Awesome, first-level craftsman... She's not even a master craftsman? I really don't know where her arrogant tone came from?"
"When I saw her posture just now, I thought she was a master craftsman, but it turned out that she was just a craftsman who had just started working. Well, my expectation was in vain."
"How can he be a great craftsman? Look at how old he is. How can he be a great craftsman? Doesn't all great craftsmen in any country have to be older to hone their exquisite skills?"
Master craftsmen generally refer to second-level craftsmen and third-level masters.
And being rated as a craftsman, first-level craftsman, second-level craftsman, and third-level grandmaster, the difference between these three is not just a first-level difference, but a stage difference between elementary school, middle school, and university.
"It seems that there is nothing exciting to watch anymore. She is definitely going to lose in a while. I originally wanted to see the old profiteer in Jinxing Inn being defeated. It seems that no one can cure him yet."
Many people watching felt disappointed and bored. They all agreed that the short young man was just making trouble out of anger and had no real ability as she boasted.
In the carriage, Wei Yao was lifting up the curtain and had a panoramic view of what had happened before. He saw Zheng Quchi looking like he was going to do something big, but he was not worried at all. Instead, he said with great interest: "General, Madam, this is I plan to shock everyone with my skills."
Yu Wensheng looked at Zheng Quchi's bright and ambitious figure. There was always a barrier between her and other women in the boudoir. She never shied away from waiting and watching when things happened, but chose to shoulder the trouble. She was so small but could be so tenacious and brave.
...It was different from the cowardly person who dared to get angry but dared not show off in front of him all the time.
When he thought of the sincerity she confided to him that night, his heart became cold, and his eyes were slightly curved like a sickle: "Get out of the car."
After Yu Wensheng and Wei Yao got out of the car, Runtu immediately followed them silently. Yu Wensheng looked as usual in the car, but when he got off the car, he felt inexplicably as weak as a thin willow.
Zheng Quchi packed up the baggage and gave it to Mu Gaoyi and the others for storage. He turned around and saw Yu Wensheng getting out of the car.
His appearance and temperament naturally attract people's attention, but in the bustling and bustling world, he is as light as smoke, indifferent and free, and is separated from everyone by an inaccessible distance.
His gaze fell directly on Zheng Quchi. When she looked at him, he averted his gaze slightly, revealing his pale and long neck, his lowered eyes, and the high bridge of his nose and lips that formed a beautiful undulation. The lines appear to be weak and independent.
Why... When a person is sick, he just stays in the carriage. Now when he gets out of the carriage, he looks like he is holding on for who to see?
She looked away, and then she went up the steps and walked up to the doorpost.
Since the shopkeeper knew that this young man was only a first-level craftsman, he suddenly felt impulsive. The doorposts left by the boss were for the skilled craftsmen to carve again, just to create a good story that would be passed down to the world.
But if it were destroyed in the hands of this little craftsman, wouldn't he be blamed to death by his employer afterwards?
"Wait a minute, you're just a little craftsman, I'm afraid you're not worthy enough to continue carving my boss' doorposts... Ah - stop!"
In the middle of what the shopkeeper was saying, but before he finished speaking, the young craftsman raised his sharp carving knife and scratched the bottom of the doorpost without any order.
The long scratch ran through it from left to right, causing the shopkeeper to widen his eyes in distress, and he ran over quickly to stop it.
However, how could Wang Zebang and Fu Rong allow him to get close to the general's wife? They moved their steps and stood firmly in front of Zheng Quchi.
The short and fat store owner shouted in agony: "Get out of the way quickly——"
At this time, all the waiters in the inn rushed over and stood with the innkeeper, but the four or five of them were not as impressive as Wang Zebang alone.
"Who dares to go there?"
The shopkeeper gritted his teeth: "If you destroy my boss's doorpost, I will make it impossible for outsiders like you to leave Yongchun!"
"You are going to regret it, right?" Zheng Quchi scratched the doorpost with his carving knife.
Every knife and every stroke was so casual that the people around him were stunned for a moment.
She was just messing around. Maybe from the beginning, this person was just here to cause damage and didn't have any real skills.
This method of retaliation seems pleasant at the moment, but if they provoke the enemy of Jinxing Inn, they may not leave Yongchun with their lives.
Everyone in Yongchun knows that the owner of Jinxing Inn is not a thing, but there is a boss behind him who has an extraordinary background.
The store owner was very angry: "Who wants to regret it, but you just..."
He wanted to say that she was deliberately causing trouble and had no ability at all, but Zheng Quchi's next move shocked the rest of his voice into his throat.
I saw that the tip of her knife actually started carving at the position where she had "randomly scratched" it before.
She was immersed in her own world, cutting bit by bit, and her concentrated movements could be called art. The inside of a column wall was hollowed out, so thin and translucent, as if something was flying out...
Until a beautiful, three-dimensional lotus flower appeared between the pillar walls, its petals were carved out like life, and everyone couldn't help but feel a strong tremor in their hearts.
To be honest, carving, before it becomes a beautiful work, may seem boring to others, but Zheng Quchi is different. She seems to be creating a piece of performance art.
With messy horizontal and vertical scratches that are coherent but completely inconsistent, she finally puts her ideas and creativity into pen and knife to redefine the design.
Just like that, everyone stood motionless and stared at her carving for an hour.
Zheng Quchi remembered what the old carpenter once said to her.
He said that in order to condense a vast world into a small area, skill can be seen in the subtleties. This so-called skill cannot be achieved in a day. Diligence and perseverance are indispensable.
Whether it is meticulous painting or a few miraculous strokes, no matter what kind of skill it is, it is a great test of the sculptor's conquering power.
"What is conquest?"
She once didn't understand, so she asked the old carpenter.
The old carpenter replied with a smile: "Conquering power can be said to be a very abstract adjective, and some people call it talent."
(End of chapter)
