Ma'am help, the general is in trouble again

Chapter 168
Zheng Quchi was about to go back to the carriage to pick up the tools, but saw Mu Gaoyi and Shi Hetong carrying her big burden together.

"Ah Qing, we brought you your things." Mu Gaoyi shouted excitedly.

Zheng Quchi froze for a moment, then smiled and greeted him: "Thank you."

Shi Hetong: "Ah Qing, we heard it in the carriage, we believe you, you must call these low-minded guys to know how powerful our craftsmen in Ye Kingdom are!"

She nodded, stretched out her hand, and took the big burden with one grab. She saw that the two men who were taller than her were hunched over, but she picked it up easily.

People around saw it and were surprised.

I can't tell, this is not a tall body but hides a strange strength.

Zheng Quchi squatted on the ground and rummaged through the baggage to find the round knife, flat knife, oblique knife, triangular knife, etc. she wanted.

She picked out the two most commonly used ones first, and stuck the rest of the carving knives in her trouser belt.

Seeing that she carried so many wooden tools, others wondered what level of craftsman she was.

Until... she inadvertently shook out the "Craftsman Level [-]" card on her waist, and they were all dumbfounded.

"Niu, craftsman level... This is not even a craftsman? I really don't know where her arrogant tone came from?"

"When I saw her posture just now, I thought she was a master craftsman. It turns out that she is just a craftsman who has just started. Hey, it made me look forward to it in vain."

"How could it be a great craftsman? Look at his age, can he be a great craftsman? Doesn't the great craftsman of any country have to be old enough to hone their exquisite skills?"

Master craftsman generally refers to the second-level craftsman and the third-level master.

As for the evaluation of craftsman, first-level craftsman, second-level craftsman, and third-level master, there is not only a first-level difference between the three, but a staged difference between elementary school, middle school, and university.

"It seems that there is nothing exciting to watch. She will definitely lose in a while. I wanted to see the old profiteer at the Jinxing Inn ruthlessly beat him up. It seems that no one can cure him for the time being."

Quite a few people watched, feeling disappointed and bored, they all agreed that the short young man was just acting out of temper, and he didn't have the real ability to brag and exaggerate.

In the carriage, Weiyao was raising the curtain to get a panoramic view of the previous events. He saw Zheng Quchi's aggressive attitude, but he was not worried at all. Instead, he said with great interest: "General, Madam, what's the matter?" He intends to surprise everyone with his skills."

Yu Wensheng looked at Zheng Quchi's bright and ambitious figure. She would always have a barrier with ordinary women in the boudoir. She never shy away from waiting and watching when things happen, but chose to take the trouble and bear it. She is so tenacious and brave in her small stature.

...It's different from the cowardly look that dares to get angry in front of him every now and then.

Thinking of the sincerity she confided to him that night, he felt cold in his heart, but his eyes curved slightly like a sickle: "Get out of the car."

After Yuwensheng and Weiyao got off the car, Runtu immediately followed in silence. Yuwensheng looked normal in the car, but when he got out of the car, he felt somewhat weak like a thin willow.

Zheng Quchi packed up the baggage, and temporarily handed it over to Mu Gaoyi and the others for storage. Turning his head, he saw Yu Wensheng got out of the car.

With his appearance and temperament, he naturally attracts attention, but in the bustling world, he is as insignificant as smoke, indifferent and free, and has an inaccessible distance from everyone.

His gaze fell directly on Zheng Quchi, and when she saw him, he averted his gaze a little bit, revealing his pale and long neck, his downcast eyes, his high bridge of nose and lips forming a beautiful undulation The lines appear weak and independent.

Why... I just stayed in the carriage when I was sick, and who is showing me this tough look when I get out of the carriage?

She looked away, and then she went up the steps and onto the doorpost.

Ever since the store owner knew that this young man was only a first-class craftsman, he suddenly felt impulsive. The doorpost left by the owner was for the skilled craftsman to continue carving, just to make a good story to be passed down from generation to generation.

But if it was destroyed in the hands of this little craftsman, wouldn't he be blamed to death by the owner afterwards?

"Wait a minute, you're just a little craftsman, I'm afraid you're not worthy of continuing to carve my boss's doorpost... Ah—stop!"

I saw that the shopkeeper was halfway through the conversation, but before he finished speaking, the young craftsman raised a sharp carving knife and scratched the bottom of the door post without any rules.

That long nick runs through from left to right, making the shopkeeper's eyes widen with distress, and he runs over quickly to stop it.

However, how could Wang Zebang and Fu Rong allow him to get close to the general's wife? As soon as they moved, they stood firmly in front of Zheng Quchi.

The chunky shopkeeper yelled so painfully: "Get out of the way—"

At this time, all the waiters in the inn also rushed over and stood together with the store owner, but the four or five of them were not as impressive as Wang Zebang alone.

"Who dares to go there?"

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth: "If you destroy my boss's doorpost, I will prevent you outsiders from leaving our Yongchun!"

"You're planning to go back on your word, aren't you?" Zheng Quchi scratched and scratched on the doorpost with his carving knife.

Every knife, every stroke was very casual, and everyone around was stunned when they saw it.

She was acting recklessly at all, maybe from the beginning, this person was here to cause sabotage, and he didn't have any real skills in his hands.

This kind of retaliation method seems to be very enjoyable at the moment, but if they provoke the enemy of Jinxing Inn, I'm afraid they will die and walk out of Yongchun.

Everyone in Yongchun knows that the owner of Jinxing Inn is not a thing, but behind him there is an owner with a not simple background.

The shopkeeper was very angry: "Who wants to go back on his word, but you simply..."

He wanted to say that she was making trouble on purpose, and she had no such ability at all, but Zheng Quchi's next actions made the rest of his voice startle in his throat.

I saw that the tip of her knife was at the position where she "scribbled" before, and she started carving.

She was immersed in her own world, cutting bit by bit, the movement of concentration can be called art, the inside of a column wall was hollowed out, it was so thin and translucent, it seemed that something was gushing out...

Until, a beautiful, three-dimensional lotus flower was carved between the walls of the pillars, and the petals were carved out as if they were alive, and everyone couldn't help but feel a strong tremor in their hearts.

Sculpture, to be honest, before it becomes an exquisite work, other people see its early carving as boring, but Zheng Quchi is different, she seems to be achieving a performance art.

With coherent and completely inconsistent horizontal and vertical scribing, the conception and creativity in her heart are finally redefined by her design.

Just like that, everyone stood there motionless, staring at her for an hour.

Zheng Quchi remembered what the old carpenter had said to her.

He said that to condense a vast world into a square inch, and to see the skill in the subtleties, this so-called skill is by no means a day's work. Diligent practice and diligence are indispensable.

Meticulous drawing, or a few superb craftsmanship, no matter what kind of kung fu, it is a great test of the engraver's conquest.

"What is conquest?"

She once didn't understand, so she asked the old carpenter.

The old carpenter smiled back at her: Conquest can be said to be a very abstract adjective, and some people call it talent.

(End of this chapter)