Ye Wufu threw his body on the table, ashamed to raise his head to look at people, but he listened to every word Teacher Kong said. Of course he was not happy to hear it. Is this advice that is offensive to the ears? Not entirely.
He felt like he was listening to a scolding, and when he heard it, he felt like he had drank a cup of bitter medicine. Even though it was a bitter medicine, he still felt uncomfortable. Besides, he thought that this good medicine was also very toxic and could be said to have killed him. Hopes and dreams breed his disappointment and self-pity.
He was even trying to figure out Teacher Kong's psychology, thinking that Teacher Kong must also regret that he should not have interceded in front of Principal Jin to let him come back to school after he had been expelled. What would be the result? The school's math scores ranked last, putting the school behind other similar schools in the town. Maybe Principal Jin criticized Teacher Kong for this. Teacher Kong was emotional, so what he said before class today seemed very angry.
After class, Ye Wufu picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom and school with his head lowered, and never returned; Teacher Kong never visited his home again to persuade him to go to school again; his grandfather was discouraged after knowing the situation and never returned. He did not go to school to ask any teacher to let his grandson continue to attend school.
Ye Wufu dropped out of school and stayed home. A few days later, Ye Wenliang took him out to do carpentry with his apprentice. He said that if he became a carpenter, he would become a carpenter and have a bowl of food to eat, which was better than growing crops. Although the strong wind could not blow down the tail of the plow, the world would still be hungry. Less than a craftsman.
It is not easy to master carpentry or learn carpentry well. For the first time, Ye Wufu and his grandfather went to a neighboring village to build a carved wooden bed for wedding. There were many steps and the process was complicated. Just selecting the materials and sawing the boards took a lot of time. For several days, Grandpa put ink lines on all the wooden boards to be sawed, and asked Ye Wufu to take the saw and cut along the ink lines piece by piece.
It is required that there should be no deviation, otherwise the joints between this board and other boards will also deviate. If it is not done well or the size is not enough, it can only be changed into leftover materials, or completely scrapped.
However, the raw materials provided by the employer are limited. If the limit is exceeded and too much is scrapped, the employer will need to re-supply materials. If it exceeds the initial budget, it will not be justified. It will not only cause certain losses to the employer, but also cause the carpenter himself to be uneconomical because of the delay in work. Therefore, in principle, no piece of wood is allowed to be scrapped.
Before starting work, Grandpa emphasized this idea to Ye Wufu. When Ye Wufu held a hacksaw to cut a wooden board, he was very careful for fear that the sawing route would deviate from the ink line. This resulted in sawing very slowly, often before Grandpa had finished planing the board. The finished product, the piece of wood that Ye Wufu sawed was not yet finished.
Grandpa was impatient and couldn't wait, so he took the hacksaw from Ye Wufu's hand and sawed it into pieces. The wooden board was cut into pieces in a few clicks, and the ink lines on it disappeared, but the sawdust floating on the ground appeared lightly. Out a line. Of course, the wooden boards were sawn extremely neatly.
Ye Wufu admired his grandfather's craftsmanship very much. Thinking that his clumsiness could only be seen, he remained silent.
Grandpa said that you need to practice more to do this kind of thing, and you need to develop your strength so that you don't feel that it is a struggle and suffer a loss.
Grandpa also said, do you know about Mr. Wang, the blacksmith in the village? His right hand is half as big as his left hand. Is this why? It's because he has been wielding a sledgehammer in his right hand for many years. He has practiced a lot, and his joints have become stronger, so he is naturally stronger. If you practice to that extent, you won't feel disadvantaged if a board like this is sawn to you.
Saying this, he gave him a piece of scrap wood to saw. Grandpa thought that even if the saw was broken, it would not be a problem, so the apprenticeship was mainly for practice.
After practicing for ten days, Ye Wufu felt that although the joints of his right hand had not become enlarged like the blacksmith Wang Er's father, it felt much stronger. He asked his grandfather to saw some useful wooden boards with ink lines for him. He "squeaked" "Crack, click, click" the saw was cut, and the eyes began to stare at the cutting line of the saw teeth, walking all the way to Xinghua Village.
Suddenly, when I looked up, I caught a glimpse of the wooden board with carved flowers and birds in my grandfather's hand. I strangely imagined that the pattern was very similar to the pattern on Hu Juan's schoolbag in the original class.
After such an inadvertent strike, when his eyes returned to the wooden board he was sawing, he found that the saw teeth of the hacksaw had deviated from the ink line by an inch, and he stopped immediately.
Grandpa didn't hear the sound of sawing, so he knew something was wrong. He came over and took a look, and scolded him angrily, "My grandpa, this is a piece of wood used as a footboard to put shoes in front of the bed, but you saw it broken." It can no longer be used, so I can only replace it with another board. Don't do it! Quit!
Later, his grandfather asked him to use an ax to flatten the protruding knots on the wood. He squatted there and worked like embroidery for a long time. The knots were basically flattened, but not so smooth.
At this moment, the grandfather who was sawing and cutting a wooden board glanced at him. Ye Wufu was a little nervous, and the hand he was cutting wood trembled. He exerted restraint, but became even more nervous. The ax tilted to the side for some reason, and the other hand trembled. The blade then "kissed" his left thumb heavily.
Ye Wufu suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain, and when he saw that the upper section of his left thumb was almost cut off, the big cut turned from white to red, and then a large amount of blood came out.
Ye Wufu looked resentfully at the ax and the wood, which were entangled with him like two poisonous insects. He threw it and fell to the ground with a clang. The grandfather who was working was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Taketomi frowning and sullen, his mouth flattening and he started to cry.
Grandpa immediately stopped working, ran over, held down the bleeding wound on his left thumb, and then said, go to the hospital quickly.
At this time, Xue Yun, the employer who hired Ye Wenliang to do carpentry, came out of the inner room. Seeing Ye Wufu's injury, he also said that he should go to the county hospital for surgery to reattach his left thumb, otherwise he would be disabled.
Mr. Xue, please pay me some wages first. It will cost money for my grandson to go to the hospital! Ye Wenliang looked at him with pleading eyes.
Xue Yun was reluctant, thinking: It doesn't make sense for you to ask me to pay you before the furniture is finished. Besides, the cost of your grandson's surgery may be far more than the cost of building my furniture. He hesitated and didn't say what he wanted to say.
Seeing his hesitation, Ye Wenliang loosened the hand holding Wu Fu's wound and signaled Wu Fu to hold it down to prevent it from bleeding. He walked around, knelt in front of Xue Yun, and kept kowtowing. Xue Yun was "stiffened" and had to say, "Master carpenter, get up. Get up. I'll just pay you the wages first. Why do you have to do this?"
Thank you, Mr. Xue, please pay me 2,000 yuan in wages first!
The wages you and I paid for making furniture are not even worth 2,000 yuan!
The difference is treated as a loan from you and will definitely be repaid.
Xue Yun returned to the inner room and called out, giving Ye Wenliang 2,000 yuan as a charity. Ye Wenliang immediately took his grandson to the town and took a bus to a large hospital in the county to perform surgery on him.
The doctor gave Ye Wufu local anesthesia in the operating room, sewed 17 stitches on his wound, bandaged it, and then administered anti-inflammatory injections, finally saving his left thumb.
Before leaving the hospital, the doctor told him not to touch hard objects with his injured thumb for a hundred days.
After that, his grandfather no longer asked Ye Wufu to learn carpentry. Ye Wufu felt bored while resting at home, so he went out for a walk. Once I met Ye Xianda, a classmate from primary school. He had graduated from college and was assigned to work in the county library.
When Ye Wufu saw Ye Xianda, who looked rich and elegant with a small parting of his hair, he felt inferior and didn't want to talk to him. He lowered his head and planned to go around. Unexpectedly, Ye Xianda stopped him, Wu Fu, what are you doing now?
Nothing happened? As he spoke, Ye Wufu showed him his left thumb that had become scarred after the operation, and said that he had trouble learning carpentry from his grandfather and almost lost his left thumb with an axe, so he simply stopped learning now.
What are you planning to do in the future? Ye Xianda asked with concern.
Haven't thought about it yet. Ye Wufu was a little pessimistic and immediately said to Ye Xianda, can you help me find something in the city?
