"Ah, I learned a little bit from my grandpa when I was a kid. I'm not selling it anyway. I should be able to make do with it myself."

"Then it definitely can't be sold. It's just speculation."

It was still March 1978, and reform and opening up had not yet begun, and the pace of opening up in the Northeast was much slower than that in southern cities. At this time, speculation was still a felony, and if caught, one would be sentenced to jail.

Seeing the old ladies getting further and further away from each other, it was Cai Danian who finally made the decision.

"Xiao Nian, Dali, Xiao Qin needs wood to make furniture. You go to the forest farm to find Lao Hu and ask him to help get some scrap wood. Just tell me what I said. If he doesn't do it, I will go to their house tonight.

Can’t wait to leave.”

"Also, Changgui, someone has to be responsible for building furniture. Go to each house and ask for saws, hammers, nails, etc."

Not to mention that having an old man in the family is like having a treasure. Qin Hao couldn't help but give a thumbs up to see how seamless the arrangement was.

Soon, Qin Hao went to the forest farm with Cai Xiaonian and Niu Dali.

Lao Hu was also very considerate and took Qin Hao directly to a pile of wood and let him pick whatever he wanted.

Good guy, the red pine wood that the two of them hugged turned into scrap wood in his mouth. Qin Hao was naturally not polite, so he got four or five pine wood, followed Niu Dali, and Cai Xiaonian picked it up and left.

When Qin Hao and the others returned to the railway family compound, they attracted the attention of the neighbors.

"Hey, this is new. I haven't burned firewood since burning briquettes. Where did you pick it up?"

"Such a big log, you got it from a forest farm, right? Are you planning to build a house?"

Faced with a flurry of questions from everyone, before Qin Hao had time to answer, Wu Changgui's wife told him about breaking up the furniture.

Everyone became even more curious when they heard this. After all, carpentry is a craft job these days. If you do it well, you can earn more than a senior technician.

"Xiao Qin, are you really good at breaking furniture?"

"Hey, Xiao Qin, do you still have this skill?"

Just at this time, Wu Changgui and Cai Danian also came back, but except for saws, planes, and hammers, there was nothing else, and even there were only a pitiful dozen or so nails. This was still in a heavy industrial city like Ningyang, inland.

In the city, you need an industrial coupon to buy a box of nails.

"Xiao Qin, please see if these are enough. If not, we will think of another solution."

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Cai, Master Wu, these are enough."

After saying that, Qin Hao started sawing wood. For others, making furniture may require drawing drawings and measuring dimensions. For Qin Hao, he can basically finalize the shape with his eyes.

Perhaps it's because there are so few entertainment projects these days. When Qin Hao was working as a carpenter, a bunch of people gathered around him to watch.

Of course, most of them wanted to see Qin Hao's jokes. After all, it was somewhat unreliable for a young man who had never seriously studied carpentry to make furniture by himself.

In fact, even Cai Danian and the others are skeptical about whether Qin Hao can make decent furniture. In their opinion, as long as the furniture Qin Hao makes can stand upright, it is considered a success. As for whether the four legs are stable, if it doesn't work, they can use books.

Just use this pad and it will work.
Chapter completed!