"I didn't expect Han Qiye to know carpentry.”
"This door is really exquisite. No one can compare to it.”
"This Han Qiye knows how to work as a fitter, a plumber, and now a carpenter. What else does he not know?”
When Han Qiye finished building a brand new door, everyone in the courtyard was shocked.
None of them thought that Han Qiye knew carpentry.
Now, it seemed that Han Qiye was not only skilled in carpentry, but he was also as skilled as those old carpenters.
With this skill alone, Han Qiye didn't even need to work in a factory.
"How much more ability does this kid have?”
Yi Zhonghai watched as Han Qiye finished the wooden door and felt extremely regretful.
He thought he had overestimated Han Qiye, but he had underestimated him.
Why was he so blind to side with the Jia family's bunch of ingrates when he was so capable?
In the crowd, Qin Huairu was biting her lips, her eyes filled with disbelief.
She would never have thought that Han Qiye would be so capable.
If she had known back then, why would she have married that trash Jia Dongxu?
Back then, Han Qiye was only an apprentice, and he had never heard of him being a carpenter.
"Why, why didn't you tell me earlier when you were so capable?”Qin Huairu cried out in her heart.
She was about to break down.
Han Qiye couldn't have learned carpentry all of a sudden. He must have never told him about it before.
Why didn't he tell her?
If he had told her that she would not have married into the Jia family to suffer.
Back then, Qin Huairu had forced him to give up on her because he was just an apprentice.
He thought he was on the fifth floor and Han Qiye was on the first floor.
But she didn't expect Han Qiye to be in the atmosphere. She was the one who was tricked and played.
This caused Qin Huairu to look at Han Qiye with a hint of hatred.
From regret, pain, and now hatred.
Qin Huairu's heart was also gradually darkening and twisting.
She thought that Han Qiye had deliberately concealed his cooking skills from her.
In fact, Qin Huairu was secretly wondering if Han Qiye was deliberately letting her marry into the Jia family and suffer.
"I remember someone saying that when Han Qiye made the furniture, she would do a handstand.”
Second Aunt said with a smile.
Ever since the last time, Second Aunt hated Jia Zhangshi, this pious old woman.
Whenever there was a chance, he wanted to see Jia Zhang-shi make a fool of herself.
"Hahaha, Second Aunt, now that you mention it, I remember.”
"It's Jia Zhangshi, hurry up and do a handstand to have diarrhea.”
The people on the side began to jeer.
On the side, Jia Zhangshi's face turned ashen.
She even said that if Han Qiye could make furniture, she would do a handstand and have diarrhea.
I didn't expect this dog to have the ability to make it.
However, she had always been used to throwing a tantrum.
"Liu Cuihua, I'm talking about making furniture. Since when can a broken door be considered furniture?"”
Strictly speaking, furniture usually referred to doors such as beds, cabinets, tables, and chairs.
However, everyone looked at Jia Zhangshi with disdain.
Everyone knew that Han Qiye knew how to work as a carpenter. Since he knew how to make wooden doors, how could it be difficult to make tables and chairs?
This Jia Zhang-shi was just being stubborn and stubbornly holding on.
......
After the wooden door was completed, Han Qiye replaced the broken wooden door and replaced it with a new one.
Seeing that it was still early, he decided to continue working.
The next step was to make a new bed.
The bed in the house was left behind by his cheapskate father when he married his cheapskate mother. It had not been changed for more than twenty years.
After making a new bed, it would be even better if there was a Simmons mattress. It would be more comfortable to sleep.
Han Qiye was immersed in the process for the entire day.
After lunch, the people in the courtyard still came over to join in the fun.
He didn't know what these people were looking at, but they just wanted to see.
After nailing the nails and applying the paint, a two-meter bed was completed.
Han Qiye had also made the new bed according to the aesthetic standards of the later generations, and it was very exquisite.
Looking at the brand new bed, everyone in the courtyard was envious.
"We must maintain a good relationship with Han Qiye and not offend him again.”
Yi Zhonghai looked at the new bed and took a puff of his pipe. He made up his mind.
Han Qiye had so many skills, he would only be more successful.
Not only did he have a lot of fish and meat every day, but he also bought a bicycle and new furniture.
Who could compare to these people in the courtyard?
Yi Zhonghai had to admit that Han Qiye was the most promising young man in the academy.
In fact, he, a Level 8 fitter, might not even be able to compare to him, let alone a young man.
Even though he earned ninety-nine yuan a month.
But Han Qiye could earn some extra money.
With such exquisite furniture, he could probably earn dozens of yuan a month by making some furniture for others.
"If only I had this skill.”
Yan Jiecheng said to Yu Li.
If he had Han Qiye's skills, he wouldn't have to listen to his father Yan Bugui.
With this skill, he could live a good life with Yan Bugui.
Yan Jiecheng's monthly salary was only around 20 yuan, and he was working as a porter in the factory. He was extremely tired.
This was also one of the reasons why Yan Jiecheng did not dare to resist Yan Bugui.
After all, Yan Bugui was quite capable and could support a large family.
If Yan Jiecheng and Yan Bugui were to split up, the house alone would be enough to crush him.
Yan Jiecheng, who had no connections, no skills, and no ability, could only obediently be exploited by Yan Bugui.
"If you had this skill, I wouldn't regret it so much.”
Yu Li looked at him with disdain and thought to herself.
If Yan Jiecheng could really let her live a good life, she would not regret marrying him.
Although Yu Li didn't dislike being flat and loving being rich, she also hoped to live a good life.
Although she regretted it, she still admitted it. Unlike Qin Huairu, she did not think that it was Han Qiye's fault.
Even if she couldn't live a good life with Yan Jiecheng, even if Yan Jiecheng was a little more stubborn and dared to say no to Yan Bugui, she would feel much better.
However, Yan Jiecheng, this good-for-nothing, could not touch it at all.
......
Looking at the new bed, Jia Zhang-shi's face turned even uglier.
Before everyone's attention could be focused on him, he quickly fled.
He wanted her to do a handstand and have diarrhea?
Sorry, Jia Zhang-shi would never admit it.
"Hey, Jia Zhangshi, don't go.”
In the crowd, someone noticed Jia Zhang-shi running away and shouted.
"You said you were going to do a handstand and have diarrhea. Why did you run?”
Listening to the mocking laughter coming from the surroundings, Jia Zhangshi's face was very ugly, but her footsteps became more and more vigorous, and she quickly fled.
At the same time, he was cursing in his heart that these people were not good people. They just wanted to see him lose face.
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