Then he discovered that when the perception is concentrated at one point, the perception at that point can be infinitely magnified.
For example, it is like drilling a half-millimeter round hole in 1-mm wood. Even with sophisticated tools, it is difficult for people to do it.
But if you use perception to enlarge 1 millimeter to 1 meter, and then drill a half-meter round hole, don't be too relaxed.
This is the role of perception. Perception can help Ye Yuan in some hanging angles, arc drawing, and leveling.
Looking at several chairs made of golden nanmu, Old Man Song felt like he was losing money.
The first time I saw Ye Yuan practicing with golden nanmu, I almost scared the old man to death. How much of a prodigal must he have to do such a thing.
But no matter what he said, Ye Yuan still did it. It wasn't because Ye Yuan didn't know the value of golden nanmu, but because there were too many such trees in the space.
Compared with golden nanmu, red sandalwood is much less, but this small amount is also relative. He made a rough estimate.
There are more than 60 red sandalwood trees one meter thick in space, and the size of golden nanmu is several times that of red sandalwood.
Some people may say, how can we catch fish with so many trees? Selling wood can be regarded as a down payment in China.
But Ye Yuan didn't think so. What would he do with so much money? Stop now when you have enough to eat and drink. If you really want to do that, you won't be able to tell the origin of these trees. Finally, you will be dumbfounded if you get yourself into a small dark room.
People, don’t think that having more money is a good thing. In many things, you just have to shoot the first bird, and the best way to do it is to just survive.
Regardless, Old Man Song looked at him with an expression that looked like a prodigal son.
Ye Yuan is still working hard.
Not to mention, as Old Man Song said, ever since he used the tools Ding Yi brought back from Blue Island, he felt the difference between handmade products and assembly line products.
In the words of Old Man Song, industrial products lack soul, while the swords in the hands of ancient swordsmen have sword souls.
Ye Yuan didn't believe that the tools in the carpenter's hands had a craftsman's soul. It's not as mysterious as the old man said, but it's true that these tools are easier to use than the ones I bought at the hardware store.
Stopping what he was doing, he walked to the table and drank up a pot of tea like a sip.
Old Songtou held a pipe made of sea willow wood in his mouth and looked at him with satisfaction:
"That's it for today. You can practice by yourself when you have time. I'll start teaching you how to make classical furniture tomorrow."
Ye Yuan nodded happily. His original intention of learning carpentry was to learn how to make furniture, but the old man refused to teach him because he said the basic skills were not in place.
It took these three days of hard study and practice, and now I finally got through it.
The old man stood up and flicked his dust-free clothes:
"I'm leaving. You can continue practicing. This pipe is really good."
As he spoke, he showed off his pipe to Ye Yuan for comparison. Then he left with a smile behind his back.
Old Man Song is very happy now, not only because of Ye Yuan's learning speed, but most importantly because his wife's illness has improved a lot.
The day after Ye Yuan visited her home, Song Ran took her mother to the Second Hospital of Landao Medical University for a comprehensive examination. The examination results were very satisfactory.
The tumor, which was already stage IV cancer, has now shrunk to stage II.
However, the hospital still required the elderly to be hospitalized and told Song Ran that there was a chance of cure at this stage, but if it reached stage III, it would be too late.
Song Ran thought to himself that I was in the hospital because I had seen a ghost. Then he stubbornly refused the doctor's obstruction and forcefully took his mother back to Yuwan Island. From then on, the family felt relieved.
Ye Yuan looked at the old man's back and couldn't laugh or cry. When he first met him, he thought he was a cold old man. Now that he has met him more, he is completely a rogue old man.
Today, the old man was in Ye Yuan's study and accidentally discovered the sea willow pipe that Ye Yuan used to practice.
At first, the old man only said to look at it, but when it got into his hands, he gave it back to Ye Yuan without saying anything.
Of course, Ye Yuan wouldn't care about such a hand-training thing, but it was a good pastime to chat with the old man when nothing happened. Ye Yuan could see that Mr. Song had the same idea as him.
Seeing Ye Yuan deflated, Dahuang and Xiaojin stood on the ground and on the tree, tilting their heads to look at their master.
"What are you looking at? Put away the tools." Ye Yuan glared at the two guys, then turned back to the villa.
Dahuang looked up at Xiaojin, and Xiaojin looked down at Dahuang. The two brothers began to silently clean up the mess left by their master.
Xiao Jin used his claws to easily pick up some tools, and then carefully put the tools into the tool box.
Dahuang is responsible for cleaning the wooden boards.
It first picked up some large boards and wooden blocks with its mouth, put them aside, and finally used its tail to sweep the shavings on the ground to the corner of the yard.
After doing all this, Da Huang came to the tool box, raised his front legs, pushed the lid of the box, and the box closed with a snap.
Only then did the two brothers complete the entire cleaning process. From this point, it can be seen that this is not the first time the two pets have done this.
. . . . . .
On the highway from Pinghai County to Landao City, a black George Patton with a cool appearance was speeding at an almost speeding speed.
At this moment, there were two people sitting in the car. The driver was Ye Yuan, and the one sitting in the passenger seat was the famous star Song Ran.
"Where do you buy the vegetables on your island? Why do I feel like some of my minor physical ailments are cured after eating them?"
Song Ran carefully asked Ye Yuan the question that had been bothering her these past few days.
Ye Yuan looked forward, with an arc at the corner of his mouth:
"Vegetables are organic vegetables. They are cultivated by me and are good for people. You should cherish this time on the island. You can't eat vegetables like that except on my island."
Song Ran's beautiful little mouth grew longer, and then she asked in an almost pleading tone:
"Can you sell me one of the villas on your island?"
Hearing Song Ran's words, Ye Yuan curled his lips.
"I'm not engaged in real estate. The villas on the island are just for entertaining friends and will not be sold."
Song Ran smiled bitterly:
"I thought about it, but my mother really liked living there, and I haven't seen her smile in more than a year.
But since she lived on the island, she has been happy every day, you know? Even if she recovers from her illness this time, how long can he live at his age?
I really hope he can live happily every day. "
Speaking of this, Song Ran's tears couldn't stop flowing down.
Ye Yuan was most afraid of women crying. He took out a piece of paper and handed it over:
"I didn't tell them to leave. Your father is still half of my master. If they like it, they can live here. Let me declare in advance that I am doing this to give your old man face."
Song Ran also knew that Ye Yuan was studying carpentry with his father.
She really didn't expect that such a young man with a big career and superb medical skills could devote himself to learning a trade.
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