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Chapter 58 Continuing the Attack on Carpentry Proficiency (Thanks for the monthly ticket, beautiful lady!)

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Qian Lu was sweating, not from exhaustion, but from nervousness. Qian Cheng watched from the side without saying anything, letting him do it himself.

After a while, the whole vat of bean sprouts was harvested.

Two baskets were filled to the brim, and there was still a small pile left, enough for our own consumption.

Qian Lu straightened up, let out a long breath, and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Is that enough?"

"Alright." Qian Cheng walked over, looked at the bean sprouts in the basket, and said, "You harvested them well, not many were broken. You're good, bro."

Qian Lu chuckled twice, a little embarrassed.

"From now on, you should collect them like this. Remember, handle them gently and don't pull or tug."

After harvesting, scald the jar with boiling water, scrub it clean, and let it air dry. Then soak the beans in the afternoon.

Qian Lu nodded: "I'll remember."

He picked up the two baskets of bean sprouts and weighed them: "Forty pounds?"

"It's more than enough, so please deliver it. Be careful on the way."

Qian Lu responded and went out carrying his load.

Qian Cheng stood in the courtyard, watching his elder brother walk away, then turned and went back into the house.

The third batch is ready today, and he has to collect it himself.

This batch of fruit was supposed to ripen yesterday, but he deliberately harvested it a day late, saving it to sell at the market today.

Qian Cheng lifted the cylinder lid and started collecting it himself.

He worked quickly, finishing in no time and filling two baskets to the brim.

After collecting them, he scalded the jar, cleaned it, and set it aside to dry.

After eating a bowl of thin porridge to warm himself up, Qian Cheng picked up his load and went out.

Today is the 19th, and there's a big market day in town.

Qian Cheng hasn't been to the market for several days. He's been busy with things at the mine and has missed several market visits.

When we arrived at the market, it was the same old place.

He had just put the basket down when someone came over.

"Hey, Little Qian's here? Haven't seen you for days."

She was an older woman wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket, surnamed Zhao, who lived in the town.

She bought Qian Cheng's bean sprouts a few times at the market before and said they were delicious. She bought them a few more times after that.

"Aunt Zhao," Qian Cheng greeted with a smile, "I've been a bit busy these past few days and haven't had a chance to visit."

"I knew it," Aunt Zhao said, squatting down to look at the bean sprouts in the basket. "How are they today?"

"Look how tender it is, it was just harvested this morning."

Aunt Zhao picked up a piece, broke it in half, tasted it, and nodded: "Okay, give me three catties."

Qian Cheng weighed out three jin (approximately 1.5 kg) and tied it with straw rope.

Aunt Zhao took out three cents, accepted the bean sprouts, said a few more words, and then left.

As soon as Aunt Zhao left, a few more people came over.

"Xiao Qian, you've finally arrived! My husband said the bean sprouts I bought last time were delicious, so he asked me to buy some more."

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"Give me two pounds."

"I want two jin too."

More and more people gathered, and they were all familiar faces.

Some live in town, while others, like Qian Cheng, come from the village. They've bought his bean sprouts several times and all recognize his brand.

An old man selling tofu nearby saw this and helped by calling out, "Come and see! These bean sprouts are very tender, only one cent a pound, cheaper than at the vegetable market!"

Grandpa Qian Chengchong smiled and continued to serve customers.

The two baskets of bean sprouts sold out in half an hour.

The last person to buy bean sprouts was a young woman. She arrived late and almost missed out. Looking at her empty basket, she was a little anxious: "They're all gone?"

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"That's all." Qian Cheng handed her the last pound. "This is all that's left. Take it if you want."

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The young woman took it, paid the money, and left happily.

Qian Cheng counted the money: three yuan and two jiao.

Similar to before.

He carefully put the money away and walked back with the empty basket.

When he got home, Hou Yufen was busy in the outer room. Seeing him return, she asked, "Have you sold out?"

"Sold out." Qian Cheng took out the money and handed it to Hou Yufen. "Three yuan and two jiao."

Hou Yufen took the money, counted it, and smiled, "Okay, I've earned more than three yuan today."

She put the money away and asked, "Are you hungry? There's still porridge in the pot."

Qian Cheng nodded: "Have a bowl, it'll warm you up."

Hou Yufen served him a bowl of hot porridge, thick and steaming. Qian Cheng took it and sat down by the stove to drink it slowly.

After drinking the porridge, I felt warm all over.

He stood up and said, "Mom, I'm going to my master's house."

Hou Yufen nodded: "Go ahead, you haven't been there for several days, your master must be grumbling about you."

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Qian Cheng smiled, put on his cotton-padded coat, and went out the door.

When they arrived at the Zhang family's house, Zhang Changtian was squatting in the yard, planing wood.

When he saw Qian Cheng come in, he raised his eyelids slightly, but didn't say anything and continued digging.

Qian Cheng walked over and called out, "Master."

Zhang Changtian grunted in response, his hands still working on the plane.

Hearing the commotion inside, Zhang Mingxi ran out. Seeing Qian Cheng, her eyes lit up, and her face lit up with a broad smile.

"Qian Cheng!" She ran over and stood in front of Qian Cheng. "You haven't come for several days."

Qian Cheng looked at her, feeling quite pleased: "I've been busy these past few days, something's been going on at the mine."

Zhang Mingxi asked, "Are you done with your work?"

"I'm done with work."

Before Zhang Mingxi could say anything more, Zhang Changtian coughed beside him.

She glanced at her father, stuck out her tongue, and didn't say anything more, but her eyes remained fixed on Qian Cheng.

Zhang Changtian put down the plane, stood up, and patted the sawdust off his clothes.

He looked at Qian Cheng and asked, "Is the matter at the mine settled?"

Qian Cheng nodded: "It's settled. He'll supply forty catties of bean sprouts a day at one mao per catty. From now on, my brother will deliver the goods every day, and I can be a hands-off boss."

After listening, Zhang Changtian nodded.

He didn't say anything, but the expression on his face showed satisfaction.

"Come on, let's go inside. You haven't done any work for several days, are you out of practice?"

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Qian Cheng followed him into the carpentry shed.

The room was still the same as before.

Various tools were hanging on the wall, wood was piled on the floor, and half-planed planks were placed on the worktable.

Zhang Changtian walked to the worktable, picked up a piece of wood, looked at it, and then put it down.

"You've missed a lot these past few days, you need to catch up today."

Qian Cheng nodded: "Master, I'll learn whatever you teach me."

Zhang Changtian thought for a moment and said, "Today I'll teach you how to make a stool."

"A stool?"

"Hmm." Zhang Changtian picked up an old stool from the corner and handed it to Qian Cheng. "Have you seen this before?"

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Qian Cheng took it and looked at it.

It's just a small folding stool, with two wooden frames crossed and strung together by a rope. It can be folded up when you sit on it, making it easy to carry.

"This thing looks simple, but it's actually quite complicated to make. The angle of the legs, the position of the tenon and mortise, the tightness of the rope—if any of these are not right, it won't work."

As Zhang Changtian spoke, he disassembled the stool and laid out the parts one by one on the worktable.

"Look, these are two legs, this is the cross brace, and this is the eye for threading the rope."

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Qian Cheng leaned closer and looked at it carefully.

Zhang Changtian pointed as he spoke:

"The angle of the legs should not be too large or too small. If it is too large, it will be unstable; if it is too small, it will be uncomfortable to sit."

The mortise and tenon joints must be tight and not wobble.

The eyelet for the rope must be drilled in the exact center; otherwise, the rope will be uneven and uncomfortable to sit on.

He picked up a chisel and gestured on a piece of wood: "Today, you can try making a pair of legs first. You don't need to make a complete one. Practice the mortise and tenon joint first."

Qian Cheng took the chisel and sat down at the workbench.

Zhang Changtian watched him from the side.