With a click, there was another familiar feeling of weightlessness and trance. The darkness in front of me became brighter and brighter. Xiaohui found that he had once again arrived in a strange place.

This is a large meadow, surrounded by lush forests, soft under your feet, and a faint smell of rotten leaves in the wind, and the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.

Huh? Didn’t you talk about training woodworking? Why am I in the forest?

Just when Xiaohui was puzzled, a man came out of the forest ahead and came to the rare open space in the forest, standing not far from him.

It was an old man in his sixties and seventies, with a snow-white beard and long silver hair tied into a small bag, then inserted it with a wooden branch to fix it on his head. He was wearing a brown dress, his ancient costume-like short-striped arms and legs were exposed, and his feet were covered with a pair of gray straw sandals.

Is this the master who teaches carpentry? But how did he dress like an ancient person? Is it related to the category "Chinese tradition" I chose? If I chose "Chinese modernity", then I would be a modern person?

Just when Xiaohui was speculating in his heart, the white-haired old man opposite him spoke first: "You are the student this time, right? You are studying carpentry?"

"Ah, yes." Xiaohui nodded quickly.

"Then have you learned carpentry before? Whether it is traditional modern, Chinese or European." The old man in the white-haired continued to ask: "Is there a foundation?"

Basics... Although I have learned it for more than a year before, I have read it to my master. I rarely do it myself. And after so many years, I have forgotten a lot of things. Let’s start from scratch!

Thinking about it properly, Xiaohui said directly: "I haven't learned any carpentry before. Today is my first time studying. Let's start with the most basic ones."

"Okay, let's start learning from the most basic one!" The white-haired old man nodded, then reached behind his back, untied an axe from the belt behind him, and reached out to hand it over: "Give it."

Although she was a little puzzled, Xiaohui took the axe, held it in his hand, and looked at it.

I saw that the axe in my hand was about half a meter long and had an iron-headed wooden handle, which was very ordinary and had no special place.

The old man reached behind his back again, took down an axe, held it in his hand, and said, "Then let's start learning from the most basic way to cut down trees and distinguish materials!"

After saying that, he turned his head and waved: "Come with me!"

After saying that, he walked into the forest with great strides.

Of course, Xiaohui followed suit.

While taking Xiaohui to walk in the forest, the old man started teaching: "The so-called carpenter is a profession that can deal with wood all your life. Whether it is making furniture or building a house, you need to clearly grasp the properties of the wood, and then apply it according to local conditions and materials."

"So, the skills of woodworking are second. You must first master the characteristics and character of all the woods according to the type, year, and processing steps, and then become friends with them. Only in this way can you truly control them!"

"First of all, we have to choose the right wood based on what we make, for example... let me tell me, what do you want to make now?"

"Well..." Xiaohui thought for a while and said, "I want to build a chair."

"Okay, I ask you, do you know that the wood of that kind of tree is suitable for chairs? In what year do these trees grow to become ingredient?" asked the old man with white hair.

"This... I don't know." Xiaohui certainly couldn't answer. After all, it was impossible for him to teach him these things, and it was hard to say whether he would be able to do so himself.

"Then do you know what kind of tree is next to you?" The white-haired old man continued to ask: "It's the one on your right."

Xiaohui looked up and saw that the big tree on his right was very tall, about ten meters tall, with a straight trunk, a small canopy, but the leaves were not very wide, a little thin and narrow, and looked very ordinary.

Of course, Xiaohui is not a botanist and has never learned the knowledge of plant identification. Of course, he couldn't answer it, so he had to tell the truth: "I don't know."

The old man with white hair smiled and then explained: "This is a Aquatic Willow! It is a family of Aceaceae. It has a tight structure, uniform texture, low hardness, good elasticity, good toughness, wear and moisture resistance, easy to polish, paint adhesion... This kind of wood is of course not enough to make house beams and window lattices. It can be used as furniture such as chairs and tables, but it is an excellent wood!"

Xiaohui's eyes suddenly lit up, and he waved the axe in his hand: "That master, will we chop it now?"

"Don't hurry!" The old man with white hair interrupted his anxiousness: "Then do you know how many years the aquatic willow grows to become a timber. Can it be used as wood? How many years does this tree have?"

It turns out that there are so many things to pay attention to when picking pieces of wood!

Of course Xiaohui shook his head, "I don't know."

The old man with white hair did not care and continued to teach: "A wood like Ash willow will grow for at least twenty years, and the tree in front of you has been thirty-four years, and it is enough to become a ingredient!"

"Thirty-four years? So precise?" Xiaohui expressed his confusion: "Master, what do you think of this year?"

"Let's talk about the year before you cut down this tree first!" The white-haired old man waved his hand: "Is it possible to cut down trees?"

"No...No." Xiaohui now feels like a waste and can't do anything.

"Then let me demonstrate it to you first. If we want to ensure the quantity and quality of the wood and ensure our own safety, we should cut down trees like this." As he said that, the old man with white hair slashed from top to bottom and slashed twenty centimeters above the root of this shuiqu willow.

While teaching how to cut trees, while demonstrating, Xiaohui also asked him to try it himself. In a short while, the ash willow more than ten meters tall fell into pieces and slowly lay on the ground.

Fortunately, Xiaohui has been to junior high school and can still distinguish the age of trees. He counted the annual rings on the trunk, and there were only 34 items.

"Distinguishing the age of a tree is not just about the annual rings!" The old man in the white-haired continued to teach: "It can be easily seen on the appearance of a tree..."

...

The teaching of the white-haired old man is not fast, very organized, and very intuitive. Even people like Xiaohui who have not liked to learn since childhood are now obsessed with the ocean of knowledge and are absorbing knowledge at all times.

"Drip", "Drip" "Drip"...

Suddenly, a holographic panel popped out of Xiaohui's chest, followed by constant alarms.

This is the time he set to get up, after all, he still has to go to work when he waits.

"Master, I'm going to get off now, let's learn next time." Xiaohui silently said in his head.

"Okay," the old man with white hair nodded: "But you are just my student, not my disciple, so don't call me a master in the future."

"What do you call me?" Xiaohui said inexplicably.
Chapter completed!