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Sang Youming was so frightened that his shoulders shrank, he turned his head while covering his chest, and saw Sang Ning staring at him.

"Ah?" Sang Youming was stunned for a moment, seeing that Sang Ning's eyes didn't mean to be joking at all, he frantically waved his hands to refuse,

"No, no, I'm a professional, I'm an amateur, I can't compare, I can't compare."

Sang Ning didn't have any expectations for Sang Youming, she just wanted to see Sang Youming's carpentry level, if it was okay, then she could find him something serious to do.

Regardless of his objection, Sang Ning directly pushed Sang Youming to Grandpa Chen.

"Grandpa, my dad is also a carpenter, but he is not from Jiangkou village, can he participate in your competition?"

Sang Ning felt that the people in Jiangkou Village were relatively traditional, and she didn't know whether Grandpa Chen would agree, so she was all smiles when she recommended Sang Youming.

"No problem, I'm ready to spread this skill to the outside world. It doesn't matter if it's from the village or not, as long as the apprentice who comes is a capable apprentice."

Grandpa Chen agreed very readily, and even asked Sang Youming to prepare a set of competition tools.

Sang Ning was afraid that Sang Youming would be lazy, so she stood aside and supervised him.

After he sat down completely, Sang Youming was dazed with a chisel in his left hand and a hammer in his right, as if he was being forced to drive ducks to the shelves.

After being stunned for a while, he still didn't feel anything, raised his head, and squeezed out a flattering smile towards Sang Ning:

"Baby girl, they use a hammer. I can only play with a hammer while sitting here. Why don't we be ashamed?"

"Hehe." Sang Ning twitched the corners of her mouth and said in distaste, "This is not the first time your old man has been ashamed. Either you play with the hammer, or the hammer plays with you."

Sang Youming didn't keep up with Sang Ning's train of thought, and was taken aback: "Why is the hammer playing with me?"

"Have you ever heard of headshot with a hammer?" Sang Ning paused in suspense after finishing speaking, and then said with a cold smile,

"Either you chisel out this broken wood for me today, or today I use a hammer to chisel out the brains of your broken wine jar, you choose one yourself."

Sang Youming: "..."

Unexpectedly, Sang Ning's violent urging still came to him.

No one from Lao Sang's family can escape.

Sang Youming replaced himself as a poor long-term worker squeezed by the landlord, and Sang Ning as the hateful landlord who squeezed the long-term worker.

Then he sniffled his nose, pursed his mouth, buried his head full of resentment, and began to slowly recall the feeling of woodcarving.

After having a sense of substitution, the motivation really changed a lot. Either the wood embryo was chiseled, or his head was chiseled. Sang Youming decisively chose the former.

At the beginning, his technique was still very rusty, and the chisel was knocked out of place several times by the hammer.

Sang Ning's eyelids twitched as she watched, feeling that his father was unreliable, don't miss the right position, knocking down his hand with a hammer.

After shifting the chisel a few times, Sang Youming finally found some feeling that he could chisel a thin and uniform piece of wood on the wood embryo.

His technique seems very chaotic, but what is amazing is that after one piece of wood is chiseled, the wood embryo has a vaguely regular shape.

Chen Agong was swimming around to watch the contestants' skills, and happened to come to Sang Youming at this time.

He had no hope for Sang Youming, and let him compete only to save Sang Ning.

Therefore, without looking at him, he walked to the next person.

As a result, at the moment when he lifted his foot, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Sang Youming's technique from the corner of his eye. He was startled, and quickly stepped back, turning his head to look carefully.

The technique that Sang Youming is using now is exactly the same as the technique he created when he was young!
"Where did you learn this technique?" Grandpa Chen immediately raised his hand to stop Sang Youming's movements, and asked in surprise.

Sang Youming was dazed at first, and then replied with a puzzled look and a natural look: "Don't you just chisel it casually? Do you need to learn it?"

His tone was like a scumbag asking Xueba how to get full marks in the exam, and Xueba lightly replied that he could get full marks by just learning casually.

At this time, after the conversation is over, there must be someone between the scumbag and the scumbag who will suffer tons of damage. There is no doubt that the one who is hurt must be the scumbag.

Seeing Grandpa Chen clutching his chest and looking speechless for a while, Sang Ning thought that Grandpa Chen was probably the scumbag who was injured.

Fortunately, the self-regulation ability of the scumbag is strong enough. He took a deep breath, and after making sure that he was able to communicate peacefully with others, he slowly boasted:
"You little brother is much better than me. When I was young, I studied the technique for several years. It's not as good as you casually digging."

Sang Youming had no brains, didn't realize that Grandpa Chen was praising him, and thought it was because he was angry at him for being rude, his face changed instantly, and he hurriedly tried to find a way to make amends, and said with a dry smile:

"Hehe... It's not just a matter of randomness. It may be that I have a smarter brain, and I can understand things that others take years to understand."

After finishing speaking, Sang Youming realized that he had said the wrong thing again, and quickly covered his mouth with the back of his hand.

Grandpa Chen, a scumbag, was violently attacked again. He originally thought that he was already talented in carpentry, but he didn't expect that there was someone out there——

"Dad, why don't you explain!" Sang Ning said very speechlessly.

Grandpa Chen gestured to Sang Ning, and invited her to the side alone, pointing his fingers and not speaking, looking aggrieved by suffering.

Sang Ning let him point, and waited until Grandpa Chen felt sore and retracted his fingers, and then asked resentfully: "Xiao Sang, you are too self-effacing, your father's craftsmanship is obviously better than many carpenters , You actually said that he can’t do anything.”

"You are already at the level of being a teacher. No matter how strong he is, can he be as strong as you? My dad still has a lot of room for improvement—"

It was obviously a compliment, but when it came out of Sang Ning's mouth, Grandpa Chen felt very pleasant.

He could only give her a helpless look, shook his head and left.

After Grandpa Chen left, the smile on Sang Ning's face disappeared little by little, and she pinched her chin and fell into deep thought.

The description of Sang Youming in the original book is: a third-rate crappy carpenter who only loves to drink.

If it's just a third-rate carpenter, will he be praised by Grandpa Chen?
With so many contestants, Grandpa Chen only praised Sang Youming.

Sang Ning walked back to Sang Youming, seeing that he was completely immersed in the world of chiseling and hammering, she felt even more curious, and couldn't help asking:

"Dad, your carpentry skills are so good, why do you deliberately hide your clumsiness?"

Clumsy?

When Sang Youming heard these two words, he stopped his movements, raised his head suddenly, and said with a very funny expression:
"Baby girl, your father and I are not some peerless masters who are hunted down, are we supposed to be clumsy?"