Chapter 22 Return to Huashan

After confirming that the servants had taken care of things, Huang Lin returned to the courtyard.

In the morning, he stayed in Uncle Fu's yard for a while, and remembered that there was a good thing that Uncle Fu might like, so he arranged for his servants to ask if anyone in the escort agency knew carpentry.

"Young Master, is there anything you want me to make?"

As soon as Huang Lin entered the small courtyard, he saw a young man standing there with a slight hunched back. He was a little uneasy in the courtyard. Seeing him come in, he quickly stepped forward to salute.

"I heard that you know some carpentry skills? Why do you work in the stable? By the way, what's your name?"

These days, household registration is divided according to occupation, such as civilian households, military households, craftsman households, etc.

This thing is still fixed. For example, if someone is a craftsman, his descendants will also be craftsmen.

The vast majority of people who know carpentry skills are craftsmen, and they rarely spread their knowledge to outsiders. This is a family heritage.

"My name is Xu San, and my craftsmanship is inherited from my family. A few years ago, there was a drought in my hometown, and when I fled to Xi'an, my master took pity on me and let me hide my identity and join the escort agency. But except for carpentry, I can't do anything else.

, just brush and feed the horses over there in the stable."

It seems that he is still a runaway, but it doesn't matter. People with some ability have this situation in their families.

"Well, just do your job well. There may be some things I need you to do in the future. Today, help me make a chair that I can lie down on."

Huang Lin was thinking of a recliner. When he saw the grape trellis in Fu Bo's courtyard, he felt that the Taishi chair did not match the scene so much that he could replace it with a recliner.

I've been here for so long and I haven't seen anything like this before. Maybe it hasn't been invented yet, so I wanted to make it comfortable for Forbes.

Anyway, this thing has no technical content.

"Just wait a moment while I draw the drawings."

After a while, a crooked drawing came out.

Xu San frowned and looked at the drawing, barely able to tell what it was.

"This thing is to extend the Taishi chair and lay it flat, and then people can lie on it. The bottom is curved so that it can rock back and forth."

Huang Lin's face turned slightly red and he explained seriously.

"Young man, let's try it first."

"You go back and do it first. When it's done, send it over to me for a look. It doesn't need to be too exquisite for the time being. I'll deal with this aspect after it's finalized."

After sending Xu San away, Huang Lin asked people to go shopping in the market and buy all kinds of books, planning to reflect them all into the deduction board during the few days at home.

I went back to the small study in the courtyard and read the four books given by Old Master Hu.

Don’t ask for an explanation, just save it first and then talk about it.

Stay until evening.

Xu San carried over the recliner that had been modified four times.

After Huang Lin tried it, he pointed at one of them and asked him to make some modifications.

This is the final version, and it needs to be more refined.

Party A’s father’s achievement is achieved.

Early the next morning.

He arrived at Uncle Fu's courtyard early, with Xu San and the servant from yesterday following behind him carrying a deck chair.

"Uncle Fu, I have prepared some good stuff for you. Xu San has been working on this stuff for a long time. You can reward me with more money."

Have two people move the lounge chair under the grape trellis.

Uncle Fu lay down on it and tried it. He was very satisfied. He also felt that Huang Lin was a little unprofessional, so he persuaded him:

"For this kind of thing, you can just send someone here. Why does the young master have to send it here personally?"

"I know, I won't be able to stay at home for long. Why don't I just pay more attention to you?"

After chatting with Uncle Fu for a few words, he took the two of them away.

On the way, Huang Lin ordered Xu San and the other two to send other deck chairs to his elder brother and several bodyguards.

It can be regarded as a sweet date.

I stayed in the escort agency for another three days, but in the end I didn't even finish reading the books I bought.

During this time, my second uncle rushed over.

The three uncles and nephews sighed, and Huang Lin brought up the story of Huashan again. After returning home for a few days, the stories of Huashan were almost numb.

Afternoon. Changting Pavilion in the eastern suburbs of Xi'an.

Two soft sedan chairs were placed on the roadside.

"I've sent you a thousand miles away, but I have to say goodbye eventually. I don't know when you will come back. I have nothing to do at ordinary times. Write more letters. It's no better in the mountains than at home. Listen to your master and don't be naughty."

Huang Xiong touched Huang Lin's head and talked for a long time.

Fu Bo was smiling at the side.

"I know, second uncle, please don't worry, my nephew understands!"

Huang Lin's family's concern is a rare experience, and he enjoys it silently.

"Master Fang, my nephew can make up his own mind about changing his name. I will trouble you along the way!"

Huang Xiong cupped his fist at Fang Buwen again.

"Mr. Huang, don't worry. Huang Lin is also Fang's junior brother, so he will take good care of you."

Fang Buwen waved his hand.

"It's getting late, so I won't delay you on your way. Take care along the way."

Huang Xiong patted Huang Lin's back again.

"Second uncle, Uncle Fu, let's go."

"Farewell!"

After the two said goodbye, they got on their horses.

"drive"

The two horses galloped away.

Huang Xiong and Uncle Fu watched for a long time outside the pavilion. When the two horses disappeared into the distance, they silently returned to the sedan chair.

The horse was soaring, and the trees on both sides were quickly passing behind it.

The strong wind blew against Huang Lin's face, not only blowing away Huang Lin's sadness of farewell, but also messing up his hair.

"Senior brother, is there any difference between the mental skills and martial arts of the inner sect and those of the outer sect?"

Huang Lin bent down, leaned on the horse's back and shouted loudly to his senior brother.

Thinking about going back to the mountain to learn complete mental techniques and martial arts, I couldn't help but imagine scenes such as wearing white clothes and holding swords, killing one person in ten steps, etc.

"We'll find out when we get back."

Fang Buwen sat steadily on the horse, his body rising and falling with the running of the horse, holding the reins in one hand and the wine gourd in the other.

He didn't roar loudly, but his voice sounded steadily in Huang Lin's ears.

Huang Lin just yelled and said nothing.

He was really tired from shouting, and his riding skills were poor, so he didn't dare to make any big movements on the horse.

In the evening, it was still the same ruined temple.

Place dry firewood again on top of the ashes.

Watching the flames change, Huang Lin felt that the smell of the beggar's chicken that night was faintly emanating from the air again.

He glanced at his senior brother and consciously took out the cooked food.

Fang Buwen said nothing, probably thinking of the embarrassing incident that day.

The silent ruined temple was filled with the smell of embarrassment.

The shadow of the beggar's rooster shrouded the surrounding area.

After eating hastily, Huang Lin entered the sea of ​​​​consciousness and plunged into the deduction disk after carrying it for a week.

The deduction board has changed tremendously, and it is no longer the gray and empty scene at the beginning.

It looks like a courtyard.

This is a new ability that Huang Lin has discovered these days.

After reflecting on a lot of books on the market, he suddenly thought, since the "classification" function was his idea, what about the changing scenes?

Just do it if you think of it.

Sure enough, it could be changed. The deduction disk was no longer a gray area, but became what he imagined.

After playing with it for a long time, I finally had no choice but to transform it into a study style.
To be continued...