Don't mess with the rich girl

Dinner has already been prepared, but mu Xiaoyou has no luck. When Mu Yichen and Mu Qingqing are enjoying delicious food, Mu Xiaoyou lies in the room in the east of the wooden house and plays a hanging needle.

The doctor diagnosed that the small pimples on Mu Xiaoyou's face were caused by allergies, while the reason for carsickness was that Mu Xiaoyou's physical foundation was too poor.

On her first night at Mu's house, Mu Qingqing was very familiar. She came to this place in her last life. Now she just revisited her hometown.

Mu Yichen is also used to it. He is accompanied by a game console. In addition, there are computers in the wooden house for him to play. He is not bored at night.

In the west study, old man Mu was fascinated by the carpentry skills compiled into a book.

"Dad, are you looking for me?" Mu Ankang knocked on the door of the study and walked into the study with a very light step.

"Take this book and show it to Qingqing. Let her ponder over the skills inside and practice with wood for her later." old man Mu handed the book to Mu Ankang with a dignified face. He knew that Mu Antai was only suitable for receiving Mu Qingqing. It was Mu Ankang who really did practical things.

"OK." Mu Ankang nodded and didn't ask why. It's always like this to do things for old man mu.

When Mu Ankang came to Mu Qingqing's bedroom, Mu Qingqing was practicing calligraphy.

"Qingqing, this is the book grandpa gave you. Let you ponder over the skills inside and practice with wood in a few days." Mu Ankang actually told Mu Qingqing what old man Mu said, and then handed the white cover book to Mu Qingqing.

"Second uncle, is this a carpenter's book?" Mu Qingqing stared at the four big words on the white cover with carpenter's ingenuity.

"Yes, this book is handed down from your grandfather. It has been written to your grandfather's generation. It has accumulated a lot of woodworking skills." Mu Ankang replied honestly.

Ancestral?

Mu Qingqing opened the title page and looked at the printed font on it. He was quite suspicious. "Uncle, this book is printed."

"Don't doubt its authenticity. This book is not the original, it was printed by your grandfather." Mu Ankang stood on the paved carpet with a naive smile on his face.

"Well, thank you, uncle." Mu Qingqing hooked his lips. There was no such good thing in the last life. In this life, things have gradually changed.

"If you need anything, just open your mouth. The second uncle lives in the south." Mu Ankang is an honest man and doesn't talk much, but he is kind to Mu Anren's children.

"HMM." Mu Qingqing lowered her head and stared at the book sent by old man mu. She read it carefully and didn't care much about Mu Ankang's words. For her, what others say cannot be heard as a promise, because a promise is just a word.

In fifteen minutes, Mu Qingqing has already mastered the contents of this book. It is indeed a very practical textbook. Most of them are very detailed, from basic carpentry to advanced technology.

Essence, wonderful!

Mu Qingqing thought of Mu Ankang and said to practice with wood in a few days. Her eyes turned and she went out of the bedroom.

The square on the first floor is like a quadrangle house. She glanced at the location of the kitchen. Unexpectedly, the wooden house is not burning firewood, but gas. She saw wood in the east room and walked towards the East.

"Niece, where are you going so late?" Mu Antai happened to be going back to his room. Seeing that Mu Qingqing came over, he asked with a smile.

"Uncle, I'm going to find wood." Mu Qingqing meets Mu Antai and thinks, just in time, the room where the wood is placed doesn't know which wood can let her practice. It's very convenient to ask people.

"Looking for wood?" Mu Antai looked at her strangely. She didn't sleep looking for any wood this big night.

"What are you going to do?"

"Grandpa said, let me practice with wood. I don't know where there is wood."

"There is over there." Mu Antai pointed to the room where the wood was placed.

"Is it Qingqing?" Zhou Dongzhao walked out of the room with a smile on his face. Seeing Mu Qingqing looking around, I knew she was looking at the house with wood over there.

"Aunt." Mu Qingqing shouted. Her eyes were not on Zhou Dongzhao. She was thinking about what wood was used by novices in the house with wood.

"Aetna, you take Qingqing there. She certainly doesn't know which wood can be used when she comes for the first time." Zhou Dongzhao glanced at Mu Aetna angrily.

"Look at my brain." Mu Antai was stunned and patted his head. Then he took Mu Qingqing to the wood house.

In short, the wood room is a processing place. There is also a wardrobe in it. According to the material of wood, it seems to be beech.

Muqingqing looks at the leftover materials next to him. Many are sawdust and many are wood blocks. Those are abandoned wood and can't be used to practice.

Zhou Dongzhao also followed them into the wood room. She asked Mu Antai to pick up a half sawn wood, which is the wood for mu Qingqing to practice.

Mu Qingqing doesn't understand wood. She doesn't know how to divide wood materials. She just feels that the wood selected by Zhou Dongzhao emits a faint fragrance and feels very comfortable.

"Just use this." Zhou Dongzhao smiled gently.

Since it was recommended by his uncle and aunt, Mu Qingqing didn't think much. She dragged the wood to the side and stared at the whole piece of wood.

"Niece, take your time. Let's go back and have a rest first." Mu Antai saw that his task had been completed and didn't want to stay more in this room. He took Zhou Dongzhao out of the wood room.

Muqingqing didn't hurry to move the wood, but first tried the tools in the trial processing workshop, from the saw to the machinery for cutting plates.

The wood in the room exudes the aroma of wood. After Mu Qingqing has tested the wood, he uses the wood selected by Zhou Dongzhao and them for her for the first process according to the steps in the book.

The wood was only half. She was going to make a carved chair, and the wood could only make a chair.

After marking the wood with a pencil, Mu Qingqing began to saw the wood with a saw. The work was also very laborious. The pain on her body made her work very slow.

The sound of sawing wood continued until the early morning. Muqingqing couldn't move, so he went back to his bedroom and lay down to rest.

The next morning, a sudden knock on the door sounded. Mu Qingqing lifted his heavy eyelids and delayed for a long time to open the door.

"Elder sister, grandpa is looking for you." Mu Yichen knocked on the door. The expression on his face can not be described as too frightened.

"What's the matter? What happened?" Mu Qingqing was disturbed by Qingmeng and couldn't lift his legs at the moment.

"I don't know what, Grandpa's face is very ugly. Did you do something wrong?" honestly, Mu Yichen is really somewhat afraid of master wood. He is somewhat naughty about wood Anren, and he is afraid of leather when facing a wooden master.

"Me? No wow." Mu Qingqing rubbed his bleary eyes, and the whole person was still in a confused feeling.

"Go to the living room first. Brush your teeth and wash your face first!" Mu Yichen pushed Mu Qingqing back into the room. The whole person was also in a hurry.

Muqingqing lingered for a long time before she changed her clothes and came out of the bedroom.

There are only granny Mu and Wu youfen in the living room. It seems that Mu Ankang and Mu Antai have gone to work in the company.

Old man Mu sat in the right position. When he saw Mu Qingqing coming, he patted the table made of pear flowers and trees.

"Grandpa." Mu Qingqing woke up completely and dozed off. He shouted in a low voice.

"Who let you move the wood on your own!" he said in a very dignified tone, which made Mu Qingqing a little confused for a moment.

"Grandpa, didn't you tell me to practice with wood?" Mu Qingqing wondered. Did Mu Ankang deceive himself?

"Kneel down!" old man Mu shouted in a deep voice.

Mu Qingqing was stunned. She knelt down to her parents. Her daughter also had gold under her knee. She didn't do anything wrong. Why should she kneel?

"Grandpa, you should be reasonable when you scold me. What did I do wrong?" Mu Qingqing recalled what master Mu had just said and decided to move the wood because she didn't practice with the wood in a few days as master Mu said?

"Get down on your knees!" old man Mu angrily patted the tea table, and the cup covers on the tea table flew up.

"I don't!" Mu Qingqing refused. She didn't do anything wrong. Of course, she can refuse Mr. Mu's unreasonable request. She's right!

Old man Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said to the housekeeper behind him, "take out the wood!"

The old housekeeper dragged the wood and put it in the middle of the living room.

How many meanings does this mean? What are you doing here with the wood she used to practice last night?

I saw that the wood had fine texture, obvious circular water ripple and yellowish brown color. It was really the wood she used to practice last night. However, it was originally a whole piece, which was cut by her. In short, it was very ugly, just like being bitten by a dog.

But this is her first time to cut wood. Master Mu also said that he wanted her to practice. He would not feel that the wood was cut too ugly by her, so he punished her?

But why did she think the wood looked very familiar in the white sun!

"Grandpa, what's wrong with this wood?" she asked hard, forced by the old man's very dignified eyes.

"Let her kneel down." old man Mu's face was livid, and he was obviously angry with the wood.

After listening to the words of old man mu, the housekeeper knew that he said nothing to him, and went to Mu Qingqing and advised him. "Listen to your grandpa and kneel."

MuQing stood upright and strong. No matter what the expression of old man Mu was, his eyes were very complex, even with exploration.

She couldn't concentrate on the idea of seeing old man mu. She held a breath in her heart and thought that it was your old man who showed me the book uploaded by her grandfather, and your old man who asked me to practice with wood. I just cut the wood a little ugly. If it doesn't make sense, I have to kneel!

She stood where she was, her eyes burning with anger.

"Grandpa, the wood I cut is a little ugly, and it won't be punished for kneeling?" Mu Qingqing opened his mouth coldly, but asked old man mu.