After leaving the house, the stick stalk ran out of the courtyard and went to the suburbs. It was not until the afternoon that he came back with a bamboo stalk.
At this moment, his forehead was covered in sweat, but his face was filled with excitement.
He would be able to make things like Yan Jiekuang and earn money to buy food!
He carried the bamboo back to his courtyard and began to cut it into sections.
When Yan Jiekuang was making the bamboo furniture, he had also peeked from the side and learned from him.
But here, he encountered a problem. The bamboo would crack with a chop of a chopper. It was only better after changing to a saw.
After dividing the bamboos, the stick couldn't think of what to do next. After hesitating for a while, he decided to peek at Yan Jiekuang.
Therefore, the stick carried the bamboo that had been cut into sections and ran to the front yard.
In the front yard.
Yan Jiekuang was chopping bamboo, preparing to make a recliner of the same style as the one at home for Second Uncle's house.
Then, he saw the stick carrying the bamboo and running over. It squatted not far away and secretly watched him while learning to chop.
Yan Jiekuang was amused.
"Awesome, what's wrong? You want to learn how to make furniture from me?"
"Hmph, who said I learned from you?" The stick stuck out its neck and said.
"Hehe, if you don't want to learn, then why did you come here?”
"This courtyard doesn't belong to your family. I can come over whenever I want!”The stick was stubborn.
Yan Jiekuang chuckled and ignored him.
This guy thinks that if I can make furniture to earn money, he can do the same.
Take a look, if you can learn it, I'll lose!
Yan Jiekuang was too lazy to care about the little joke and continued to work on the rocking chair.
This was a big item that could be sold for 2 yuan.
The stick meme saw that Yan Jiekuang had started to do it, so he quickly followed suit.
After cutting the bamboo, Yan Jiekuang started to use a file to refine it. This time, the stick was dumbfounded. He didn't have a file at all.
There was no file on the stem, so he wanted to use a chopper to cut it hard. The result was obvious. The cut was as uneven as a dog's bite. The bamboo was even cracked, but Yan Jiekuang's cut was not even a crack.
In the end, when Yan Jiekuang finally made a rocking chair, he hadn't even made a decent stool leg, and all the bamboo he had brought with him had been scrapped.
"Damn it!"
The stick was angry and threw the bamboo to the ground.
After a whole afternoon, nothing was done. On the other hand, Yan Jiekuang had made an exquisite rocking chair.
The more he looked, the angrier the meme got.
At this moment, Second Uncle arrived.
"Jie Kuang, have you finished the chair I asked for?”Second Uncle asked.
"I just finished it. Second Uncle, take a look.”Yan Jiekuang brought the chair that he had just made to Second Uncle.
Second Uncle looked left and right, then sat on it to feel it. He examined it very carefully.
However, Yan Jiekuang's chair was really good. Not only was it sturdy, but it also didn't make any noise when sitting on it.
The second uncle was very satisfied. Without saying anything, he took out two yuan.
"Jie Kuang, not bad, not bad.”
"Hey, thank you, Second Uncle!"
Yan Jiekuang smiled and took the money.
Two dollars in hand!
When he saw the two yuan Yan Jiekuang got from the second uncle, he was very envious.
He lowered his head and looked at what he had made. He could not sell it at all.
After receiving the money, Yan Jiekuang walked to the bar. He looked at the stool leg that he had made and shook his head.
"Tsk tsk, this is really ugly. Do you expect anyone to want this?”Yan Jiekuang mocked.
"Humph!" The thug snorted coldly.
Yan Jiekuang's eyes moved and he had an idea. He smiled at the stick and said,""Awesome, do you know why you can't do what I did?”
When the meme heard this, he raised his head with interest.
At this moment, Yan Jiekuang took out a file and smiled at him,""That's because you don't have a convenient tool like me.
Look, you only have a chopper. How can you make it? My dad bought me a whole set of tools.
Only with these tools could he make such a good chair.”
What Yan Jiekuang meant was that he couldn't make a joke.
Looking at the tool in Yan Jiekuang's hand, the stick meme felt that it made sense.
He didn't think that it was because he was stupid. Instead, he felt that it was because of the problem with the tools.
If Yan Jiekuang could do it, there was no reason why he couldn't.
Yes, it must be a problem with the tools.
It was because he did not have these tools that he could not make such a good chair!
If I had such good tools, the chair I made would definitely be better than Yan Jiekuang's!
Thinking of this, the stick had an idea. He stopped fiddling with it and ran home with the remaining bamboo and his semi-finished product.
Yan Jiekuang watched from behind and laughed.
Did this kid really think that he could achieve the same effect as him just because he had the tools?
If the meme really believed him and asked Qin Huairu for money to buy tools, then it would be fun to watch.
……
At night.
Qin Huairu returned home from work to prepare dinner. The stick was still looking at the bamboo in the courtyard, constantly thinking about what to do.
Was he really buying tools like Yan Jiekuang said?
After thinking about it, the meme felt that the problem was definitely not him. It must be because he lacked the tools.
Thinking of this, the stick meme planned to get money to buy tools.
The first thing that came to his mind was not to ask Qin Huairu for money, but to look for Silly Zhu.
……
"Silly Zhu, I want to buy bamboo weaving tools, give me money!”
When they arrived at Silly Pillar's house, the stick guy asked for money without any courtesy.
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