"Awesome, why do you need money to buy those tools?”
When he heard that the meme wanted money to buy tools, Silly Zhu was stunned.
"I want to make bamboo furniture. Don't worry, when I earn money, I'll return the money to you.”The meme said confidently.
But Silly Zhu wasn't stupid. Making furniture with sticks? It would be strange if he could earn money.
This was the work of a craftsman. It would be a wonder if a kid like the stick would know how to do it.
This money would definitely go down the drain.
Hence, Silly Pillar was unwilling to give it to him.
"You brat, what are you thinking? Who would want the furniture you made? Yan Jiekuang might be doing so well, but that was because he had the talent.”Silly Pillar advised.
"Silly Zhu, it's fine if you don't give it to me, but you still say that I'm not capable! Stupid idiot! Stingy!" Not getting any money from Silly Zhu, the stick guy angrily slammed the door and left.
Silly Zhu shook his head helplessly.
"This kid must have been made famous by Yan Jiekuang, and he still hopes to make furniture to earn money.
This Yan Jiekuang was too much. He only knew how to have crooked ideas every day.”
……
After the stick came out of the Stupid Pillar House, it returned to its own house.
They were eating in the house.
On the table were steamed buns with white flour and a few cornbread. There was fine grain to eat, so the food was not bad.
"Mom, I want to buy bamboo weaving tools.”While they were eating, the meme spoke to Qin Huiru.
He was still unwilling to give up. He felt that with the tools, he would definitely be able to succeed.
"Why did you buy it? Didn't I give you a chopper?" Qin Huairu glared at him. How could she not know her son's capabilities?
He didn't expect the stick to be able to make anything out of the bamboo, so he had to fiddle with the bamboo so that he could vent his energy.
How could she possibly spend money on it? Hence, Qin Huairu rejected it without hesitation.
"I don't have enough hatchets. I want to have the tools to cut bamboo like Yan Laosan. I can't make it without those tools.”The meme pouted.
"If you can't do it, then do something simple.”
Qin Huairu glared at him.
The thug pursed his lips and looked at Jia Zhangshi again.
Seeing this, Jia Zhangshi quickly shook her head." Grandson, Grandma doesn't have money. Listen to your mother. We don't need it. Yan Jiekuang needs so many tools to make it."
If he could make a good meme without using it, wouldn't that mean that his grandson was much better than Yan Jiekuang?”
Jia Zhang-shi said in a bluff. Actually, she was not willing to spend this money.
The stick meme was very indignant.
He felt very aggrieved that he did not get the money.
If you don't give me the money, I'll take it myself!
He knew that there was actually money hidden at home. It was the money that Jia Zhangshi saved every month. It was under the bed. He planned to steal the money and buy tools.
The guy thought very well. Those tools were only worth a dozen yuan, but he could earn two yuan by making a recliner.
As long as he made a few more, he would be able to return the money very quickly.
The next morning.
Qin Huairu went to work.
While waiting for Jia Zhangshi to go to the toilet, he secretly took out a small box from under the bed. This was where Jia Zhangshi hid her money every month.
Although the small box was locked, he knew where the key was.
He took out the key from under Jia Zhangshi's pillow and easily opened the box. There was a lot of money inside.
Most of them were 1 or 2 yuan, and only a 5 yuan note was considered a big one.
These were all the money that Jia Zhang-shi had saved up over the years.
However, Qin Huairu actually gave her three yuan as pocket money every month. After deducting her expenses, Jia Zhangshi could save more than one yuan every month.
This money was not a small sum of money.
Seeing that Jia Zhangshi was about to return, the thug didn't count. He directly grabbed a handful of money and kicked it into his pocket. Then he hurriedly pushed the small box back under the bed.
When Jia Zhang-shi came back from the latrine, the stalker pretended to pass by as if nothing had happened, and then went straight to the market.
……
After breakfast, Yan Jiekuang continued to chop bamboo in front of the door to make bamboo woven objects. Third Uncle had brought back a lot of bamboo for him last night.
Just as he picked up the bamboo, Yan Jiekuang saw the stick coming over again.
He was also holding a big wooden box in his hand.
He opened the wooden box and saw that it was full of woodworking tools. Planes, saws, chisels, wood files, and hammers were all available.
It was even more complete than the tools in his hands!
Yan Jiekuang was stunned.
"Awesome, where did you get this tool?”
"Humph! None of your business!" The meme raised his head proudly, feeling very proud.
However, Yan Jiekuang saw the problem. How could a little brat like Bang Tie have the money to buy these tools?
And Qin Huairu would only spend money to buy these things if her brain was squeezed by a door.
Therefore, if Qin Huairu did not buy it for him, then it was highly likely that the guy had stolen the money from somewhere.
Thinking of this, Yan Jiekuang was secretly amused. He didn't expect the stick to be so stupid to buy such a set of tools to steal money.
"Awesome, do you really think that you can make good furniture like me just because you bought these tools?
No way, no way. There can't really be someone who thinks that as long as the tools are good, they can be as skilled as me, right?”
Hearing Yan Jiekuang's words, the thug was angry, but he didn't believe that he couldn't compare to Yan Jiekuang.
If Yan Jiekuang could do it, he could do it too!
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