Chapter 113 Talk to him

   Yesterday, I suddenly came to their house and told my dad that a carpenter with excellent craftsmanship he used to know had returned. He was an honest man and his craftsmanship was also excellent.

  However, because the customer was dissatisfied with the custom made several times, he was made sad by the customer. Not only did he not earn money, but he also lost a lot of savings. Since then, he has set a rule not to accept custom orders.

   Since then, he has designed various styles himself, and then made the furniture. Customers can buy it if they like it. It doesn't matter if he doesn't buy it. Anyway, no matter how much money is given to him, he will not accept custom-made.

   Although the craftsmanship is good, because of this, the income is not very high, and it is only a little better than the average farmer for a living.

   Some time ago, because of illness, I went back to my hometown to recuperate. I didn’t return to the city until a few days ago to resume work.

   Originally, Dad thought that since this person has such an old-fashioned temper and doesn’t accept custom-made, then forget it.

   But she wanted to come and take a look first, if he made something ready to go into their eyes, then they wouldn't have to wait any longer, so they would come over early this morning.

   Murong Zhe said solemnly, "Uncle He, can we see the finished product?"

   "Yes, there are in every room, you can go in and see."

   Murong Zhe nodded and walked into the house with his daughter.

   Murong Lingran carefully looked at each type of furniture, and after reading all of them, he suddenly became concerned.

   The craftsmanship is indeed good, but the appearance of these designs really cannot catch her eye.

   To put it simply, it is too ordinary, without any special features, and it is a style that can be seen in the streets and alleys.

   "Aran, how is it? Is there anything you like?"

   Murong glanced at Uncle He in the yard and shook his head helplessly, "Father, let's go, let's talk to him again."

  Murong Zhe thought of the blueprints she brought out at home, nodded and said, "Okay, let's try it."

As soon as the    voice fell, the father and daughter heard a sudden knock on the door.

   Uncle He put down the plane and opened the courtyard door. He was overjoyed when he saw the visitor, "Stone, you are here."

Shitou nodded worriedly, "Grandpa He, you're finally back, how is your health? Are you completely healed? Is there anything else uncomfortable? I've been here a few times and you're not here, I thought I'd never see you again. Not you."

   Before he left, Grandpa He told him that he was going to the countryside to recuperate when he was ill. It took him almost two months to leave, which made him worried to death.

   Uncle He saw that he asked him a lot of questions about himself, and said with a smile: "It's okay, isn't Grandpa He back? Why are you the only one here? What about your little friend?"

   "Today we split up to beg. I happened to be here so I wanted to come and see if you were there, but I didn't expect you to come back, so I'll call them over now?"

   "This... No need, Grandpa He has guests here today, come over tomorrow."

   Murong Lingran suddenly said: "A stone? Is it really a stone?"

"OK.

Before   Stone's words were finished, he heard a familiar voice, tilted his head to look inside the courtyard, and said in surprise, "Sister Ran? Why are you here?"

   "Stone, do you know her?"

   "Aran, do you know him?"

   Murong nodded succinctly, and briefly explained the matter of knowing Shishi.

   Murong Zhe was stunned for a moment, then looked at his daughter gratefully, why didn't he think of asking the beggars in the city?