It has been five days since Qiuhua returned from Zhao Meiying's house. She does embroidery for a while in the morning, goes to school during the day, and does embroidery as soon as she gets home.

The household chores were divided among everyone. In the mornings, Dahua and Erhua went to cut grass for the pigs. Mom made breakfast and prepared lunch for them. She also made dinner. Sometimes Qiuhua would even catch up on a night shift, after all, half a month had already passed.

Since learning free-stitch embroidery, Qiuhua has become adept at using both flat and free-stitch embroidery. The patterns she embroiders are vivid and lifelike, and the second frame is almost finished.

Although Erhua would go to cut grass for the pigs in the morning, he would wander around somewhere during the rest of the day. His parents had scolded him and tried to persuade him, but he just wouldn't listen. There was nothing they could do about him, so they simply ignored him and just let him go home every night.

Recently, Erhua's mentality has changed.

He had always wanted to do something to make a fortune, but he didn't have a specific goal. He was completely confused about what he could do to get rich.

Ever since he met his father's junior fellow apprentice on the street last time and ate a few of his steamed buns, he seemed to have something in his heart.

He had to make a fortune. He used to look down on craftsmen, thinking they were just people doing work, nothing special, no different from farming. But he realized he was wrong. Carving rosewood was different. Just thinking about it made him feel that it was easy to make money, get rich, and not be tired at all.

He decided to learn how to carve rosewood from a master, but he was always at a loss as to how to ask his parents for the advice.

As a result, Erhua's luck could be said to be one of the best. Without even asking for permission, people came to him and wanted to take him in as their apprentice.

One day, the whole family was having breakfast when they heard someone shouting outside the house:

"Is it Genfajia? Is anyone there?"

Genfa walked out with his bowl of rice. When he saw the person, he felt that he looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember his name.

The man seemed to be a little younger than Genfa, and did not look that old. He was carrying a large bag of things in his hands.

The man came closer, and his lips moved, as if the name was on the tip of his tongue.

"Genfa! Senior Brother! It's me, Tang Sannan!"

Tang Sannan was extremely excited and patted Genfa's arm. Genfa suddenly realized what was going on when he heard the name and turned around to shout into the room:

"An old friend is here! An old friend!"

Turning around, he asked again, "It's so early, you haven't eaten yet, why don't you eat at my house?"

"Okay!" Tang Sannan didn't hesitate, and handed him the things in his hand and said, "I won't be polite today. Here, I bought a bag of steamed buns, which are perfect for eating with porridge."

"You're here now, what are you bringing? Can't you afford the meal my teacher is treating you to?"

"Hahaha, of course not, I just like eating steamed buns!"

Genfa remembered that when he was learning a craft in Shanghai, the boy liked to buy steamed buns and eat them alone. Every time his master's wife saw him, she would beat him with a rattan stick, so he ran back to his hometown.

Qiu Zhen served porridge to Tang Sannan. Everyone welcomed this junior brother of Aba, especially Erhua.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

Erhua was thrilled. Why had his uncle come? Was he here to see his father? If he mentioned his desire to learn rosewood carving, would he accept him for his father's sake?

Of course, he also thought of his uncle's daughter, the beautiful mermaid. If he could go to his uncle's house to learn how to carve rosewood, he would be able to see her every day, and maybe even live in his house.

"Hey, how did you two know each other?"

Genfa distributed the steamed buns to everyone, one for each person. The porridge with steamed buns could just make up for the dryness of the steamed buns and solve the problem of not being full after eating the porridge.

"I encountered it last time when I was fishing for Mom at the river."

Erhua was very enthusiastic. Genfa felt that his son was indeed different today. It seemed that he had grown up and become more sensible.

"Teacher, are all the children working in the team?"

"Dahua is here, Erhua..."

"I'm not on the team." Erhua interrupted, "I've been thinking about learning a craft lately!"

Genfa could see that Erhua seemed to like this uncle very much, and he rushed to talk.

"It's good to learn a craft, it's good to learn a craft!" Tang Sannan was a little excited when talking about this topic. He said to Genfa, "I am a craftsman now, too. I carve rosewood!"

"Rosewood? Rosewood carving is good!" Genfa knew that there were many people in their Tangli Village who carved rosewood, so it was not surprising that his junior apprentice carved rosewood.

"How many children do you have at home now?"

Genfa started to greet him.

"I only have one daughter. Alas, the mistress of the house is long gone."

Tang Sannan's face was calm when he spoke, as if he was talking about someone else's family affairs, but Genfa felt that he had asked the wrong question and quickly changed the subject.

"Why did you think of looking for me? We haven't seen each other for decades!"

"Ever since I met Erhua last time, I've been thinking about coming to you. You were the only one who treated me well when I was learning martial arts. Every time the master's wife hit me, you stopped me. I remember it!"

Genfa smiled innocently and said, "Hey, you still remember this little thing? It's not a big deal. We were both young when we were learning the art. I'm a little older than you. If I didn't stop you, wouldn't you have been beaten?"

They both recalled their childhood, when learning the art was incredibly difficult. They felt like each day passed so slowly, wishing it would pass quickly so they could grow up and their master's wife wouldn't beat them anymore. But in the blink of an eye, they were both almost 100 years old.

After eating the porridge, Genfa and Tang Sannan sat at the door and talked.

Tang Sannan looked around and it seemed that his senior brother was not having an easy time. However, what was enviable was that his mistress was by his side and he had many children. His senior brother was so lucky!

"Brother, you are so lucky. You have many children. Unlike me, I only have one daughter, and the mistress of the house died young."

Genfa patted his shoulder as a comfort. He looked at Chunhua in the hands of Qiuhua and Qiu Zhen, and felt that he was indeed blessed. It was just that his family was a little poor, which was not a big deal.

"I have a difficult matter right now." Tang Sannan frowned, looking really embarrassed.

"I have no place to pass on my skills in carving rosewood."

"You have a daughter, right? Wouldn't it be great if you could pass it on to your daughter? And when you find a son-in-law, wouldn't that also be your family legacy?"

"Ah." Tang Sannan sighed again, "It's not that easy to recruit a son-in-law. I'm afraid that the body will come, but the heart won't! My daughter has learned this craft, but her performance is average. I still need to recruit an apprentice. My daughter is not good enough."

Genfa disagreed deeply when he heard him say this. He had two daughters, and the younger one was barely noticeable, but Qiuhua was superior to his two sons in every way. Tang Sannan was too feudal-minded.

"Teacher, I have an idea. Let me tell you about it. If you don't agree, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Just tell me, you're still hesitant with me."

"I want to recruit Erhua as my apprentice."