Changshui Village Farming Notes

Chapter 199
Slap in the face, a real slap in the face!

Touching the varnished table top, Gu Kuangyun regretted it a lot. If she had known that old man Yang had such good craftsmanship, she would have to buy some good wood to make furniture!

Look at this exquisite workmanship, perfect details, and completely restore the style of ancient furniture, it can be regarded as a family heirloom, okay?
It's a pity that the only downfall is the very low-grade wood.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Yang, I'm sorry for your craftsmanship with these materials this time. I will definitely bring some good materials to my door next time, so as not to waste your craftsmanship. Look, can you help me type some more of these materials?" Some kind of furniture?"

Gu Kuangyun looked at Mr. Yang with admiration, this is not a craftsman, this is a master!

Looking at these exquisite furniture, she suddenly had an idea in her heart.

She plans to arrange all the third floors of the homestay into the appearance of ancient houses, as a feature of the homestay.

Unexpectedly, old man Yang stood up from the chair, stretched his waist, and chased away impatiently.

"Okay, I've exhausted my old bones recently to make these furniture for you. I won't take on jobs for half a year or so."

Well, the plan fell apart.

"Mr. Yang, this is the bayberry wine that my mother made last year. I didn't bring anything good to thank you, so you can try it out! I'll catch a chicken from home and send it to you tomorrow. This time I really need to trouble you." Gu Kuangyun quickly took out a bottle of red bayberry wine from the van and handed it to the table next to Old Yang.

This bayberry wine was originally prepared by Gu Kuangyun to give to Grandpa today, but the most important thing now is to please the master.

Anyway, there are still at home, she can send them to grandpa tomorrow.

Old man Yang was not polite either, and took a sip when he hugged her.

Well, the wine has a strong taste, with the sweetness of bayberry, which is not bad.

"Hehe, little girl, your wine tastes good. I heard that the owner of the farm must have a lot of chickens at home. I, Lao Yang, are greedy for your chicken. Remember to bring it to me tomorrow!" Old man Yang looked at Gu Kuangyun, with calm eyes, spoke slowly.

"Okay, no problem, I'll bring it to you tomorrow, and I'll let my dad go out to sea to get you some seafood, do you think so?" She made such a good piece of furniture, so it's nothing for her to send something.

Yang Laodun nodded in relief, he really taught a child.

Where she couldn't see, Elder Yang had a sly smile on his wrinkled face, like an old fox.

He went to Suiyuan to eat, and he still remembered the taste of the food there. After he came back, he kept thinking about it, and wanted to have another meal.

Later, I became completely addicted, but the air in this provincial capital is really bad.

Moreover, the provincial capital is too far away, and he doesn't want to move when he gets old, and it's really troublesome to run often.

Many people were secretly asking, which vegetable garden Suiyuan bought his vegetables from.

It's a pity that the boss of Suiyuan is so tight-lipped, many people have asked him about it but they all failed, and it was the same with Mr. Yang before.

Not long ago, he got the news by chance, and found out that the grower seemed to be from their Qingyang Town, but unfortunately he couldn't find it out no matter how careful he was.

Originally, Old Yang was about to give up. It was a coincidence, but a few days ago, he went to drink tea at the home of old man Lin, a chess friend he only met, and found out that his granddaughter was growing vegetables, and it was in Qingyang Town.

What's more predestined is that the person was the little girl who asked him to make furniture not long ago, so Mr. Yang became suspicious.

(End of this chapter)