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As the blossoms danced in the air, time flew by.

With Fang Yu's "master-level" woodworking skills.

The once-mountainous timber was being consumed at an alarming rate.

For three whole days, Fang Yu didn't step out of the courtyard even once, completely immersed in the clanging and banging world of carpentry.

Liu Yifei, who was initially a clueless apprentice who could only hand out water, gradually upgraded into a qualified assistant who could lend a hand and hold the timber steady.

Of course, most of the time, this national goddess could only move a small stool, sit obediently to the side, rest her chin on her hands, and quietly watch Fang Yu work.

But she didn't find it boring at all.

Watching those ordinary pieces of wood transform into exquisite parts in Fang Yu's hands, and then assembled into amazing structures, she felt a strange sense of accomplishment welling up inside her.

The viewers in the live stream also enjoyed an unprecedented "slow live stream" feast over the past few days.

The sizzling, extremely stress-relieving sound of planing wood, the "click" of the mortise and tenon fitting together perfectly, coupled with the occasional low-pitched chatter between the two.

That scene was incredibly soothing.

Meanwhile, Fang Yu's live-streamed woodworking videos have already taken over major short video platforms.

#Fang Yu Reincarnated as Lu Ban#

#A master carpenter whose talent was wasted on singing#

#Ultimate stress relief! Pure hand-crafted mortise and tenon joinery techniques make a comeback#

The barrage of trending topics on various search lists has drawn out a group of veteran craft bloggers, woodworking masters, and even cultural scholars, who have formed a group to worship him in the comments section.

"My goodness! This skill takes at least thirty years of practice! This young man must be only in his early twenties, right? Did he start learning carpentry in the womb?"

"His knees are shattered! This isn't a gift from God, it's like the patriarch himself was chasing after him with a bowl, feeding him!"

"This is truly a treasure of our traditional culture! No nails, no glue—the wisdom of mortise and tenon joints, passed down for thousands of years! Amazing!"

Viewers across the internet were completely blown away, their perception of Fang Yu was once again refreshed.

Fang the conman, just how many incredible skills are you hiding that you haven't revealed yet?!

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On the fourth day, it was just getting light.

Old Zhang and his son Zhang Tiezhu rushed over in a flurry.

The two of them were pushing a tattered cart, which was piled high with bright red satin, golden tassels, and a sedan chair curtain embroidered with dragons and phoenixes.

It was all a huge pile of festive wedding attire.

"Xiaoyu! I've got everything you wanted!"

Old Zhang shouted loudly from outside the door.

In the past few days, he has finalized the menu and schedule for the wedding banquet. He finally felt relieved and his face was glowing with happiness.

Now all I can think about is Fang Yu.

In Old Zhang's simple understanding, if Fang Yu could use that pile of wood to casually nail together a square wooden frame that could be lifted and walked without falling apart, then he would have accomplished a great task.

When the time comes, once it's covered with a red cloth, no one will be able to tell whether the workmanship inside is good or bad.

However, the moment Old Zhang stepped into the courtyard...

He froze instantly.

Before Zhang Tiezhu, who was following behind, could react, he bumped into his father's back.

He glanced into the courtyard instinctively.

With a "click".

The half-piece of red cloth he was holding fell directly to the ground.

The father and son stood there dumbfounded at the gate, mouths agape and eyes wide open.

In the very center of the courtyard, a large red sedan chair stood steadily and proudly!

The primer has been applied evenly, and it looks bright and eye-catching.

The outline drawn with gold thread exudes an indescribable classical elegance in the morning light.

The smooth and simple sedan chair body, the exquisitely carved openwork window grilles, and especially the four soaring eaves on the roof that seem to be about to take flight, all exude a top-level Chinese aesthetic that belongs only to the tradition of China!

This...this was made by Fang Yu?!

Old Zhang rubbed his eyes hard, wondering if he was hallucinating because he was too tired these past few days.

No matter how much he rubbed it, the stunning bridal sedan chair in front of him, which was worthy of being displayed in the provincial museum, remained firmly parked in the courtyard.

"Father...that...that was made by Brother Yu?" Zhang Tiezhu's voice trembled.

"My God..." Old Zhang finally recovered from his petrified state.

He rushed to the bridal sedan chair, taking two steps at a time, almost running.

Old Zhang stretched out his calloused hands, trembling as he tried to touch the smooth body of the sedan chair.

But his hand stopped in mid-air, a few centimeters away from the wood, and he absolutely refused to let it fall.

I was afraid that my rough hands would scratch this magical object.

"Xiaoyu... this, this really was all done by you alone?"

Old Zhang turned his head and looked at Fang Yu, who had just come out of the house, with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.

"Otherwise what?"

Fang Yu yawned lazily, looking like he hadn't woken up yet, and then pointed at Liu Yifei, who was carrying a basin of water out.

"Oh, even the fairy sister is helping out."

Upon hearing this, and seeing the horrified expressions on Old Zhang's and Tie Zhu's faces, Liu Yifei was overjoyed.

She slightly raised her chin, puffed out her chest, and with a proud and smug look on her face, said in a crisp voice:

"Uncle Zhang, Fang Yu is amazing!"

"He made this sedan chair entirely by himself, without using a single iron nail!"

"No nails used?!"

Old Zhang was even more surprised when he heard this.

He quickly moved closer, almost pressing his face against the sedan chair, and carefully examined the seams.

You won't believe it until you see it; once you do, your skull goes numb.

There wasn't a single nail hole or trace of glue at those joints; the wood pieces looked as if they had grown together naturally!

"My goodness... this, this skill, it's amazing, absolutely amazing..." Old Zhang gasped repeatedly.

Zhang Tiezhu, a tall man from Northeast China standing next to him, was staring intently at the magnificent sedan chair that was so splendid it took his breath away, his eyes red with excitement.

He knew it all too well.

If my wife, who yearns for romance, saw this sedan chair parked in front of her house on the day of our wedding, she would definitely be moved to tears on the spot!

"Brother Yu... I... I..."

Tie Zhu's nose tingled, his lips trembled, and he was so excited that he couldn't even finish a sentence.

"Stop, stop, stop! What kind of behavior is this, a grown man crying like this?"

Fang Yu stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, stop standing there."

As he spoke, he pointed to the red cloth and tassels on the ground.

"The final step is to install these things, and then we're all done."

"Alright! Let's get to work!" Tie Zhu wiped his face, suddenly filled with inexhaustible energy.