Okay, if you don’t want to sell it, then don’t sell it. It’s fine for your own use too.
Thinking of this, Lu Yuguo changed to the latest terminal. He was not very familiar with the operation of changing the terminal, so he let Fu Chongji do it all.
They both put on new terminals. Lu Yuguo looked at the pile of things on the floor and said, "Let's clean it up. Wash what needs to be washed and use what needs to be used."
After saying that, he started to clean up.
Mo Yuanshen helped wash the cups, shoes and other things that were going to be used, and then placed them one by one in the places he thought were best.
After working for more than an hour, the two had just stopped when Lu Yuguo received another message from the express delivery.
When he saw that the wood for making the pipa had arrived, he quickly opened the door and carried a large box back into the house.
"What did you order the wood for?" Mo Yuanshen watched him open the box and examine the wood very carefully, feeling a little curious.
Without even looking up, Lu Yuguo checked the wood and replied, "Materials for making a pipa. I'm planning to try to replicate one."
"Oh, making a pipa model?" Mo Yuanshen still felt it was a bit strange. He thought Lu Yuguo was already poor enough, but he didn't expect him to use his spare money to play with this thing. It seemed that he really loved the pipa.
"Model?" Lu Yuguo looked up at the man with a puzzled expression and said, "How is that possible? If we want to make it, of course we have to make a pipa that can play music."
A pipa that can play music?
Mo Yuanshen looked at him with suspicion, not that he underestimated Lu Yuguo.
It is said that several masters of making musical instruments and master-level restorers have failed to improve the sound quality of the pipa.
Those masters could only make something good in appearance, but they couldn't produce anything that was actually usable.
So he felt that with Lu Yuguo's ability, it would be difficult to make a real pipa.
Lu Yuguo glanced at him and felt a little upset. He thought he had underestimated him. After all, in his previous life, in order to better understand the pipa, he had worked in a musical instrument factory.
He was very familiar with the production process and craftsmanship of the pipa, but in his previous life, when he worked, he only made a rough backboard and had never tried to make a whole pipa.
Even so, he was very confident that he could do it.
However, even the masters and teachers in this world have not been able to produce it. If he brags about it, others will definitely not believe him.
So he couldn't say anything too confident, and only said: "I'm just trying it out. Whether I can really do it or not, I'll know after I do it."
After saying that, Lu Yuguo ignored Fu Chongji and continued to carefully inspect the wood.
The merchants almost all made the sizes according to his requirements. All the wood had been stored for several years and should be quite stable. He was also very satisfied with the materials.
After the inspection, he was not in a hurry to make the pipa. Making a pipa requires machines and tools, which he did not have now.
But the school's restoration room has everything. I can just go to school tomorrow and borrow it.
After putting away the box of wood, Lu Yuguo went to the small coffee table, opened the terminal, and then designed a three-dimensional pattern of the pipa, so that he could use the machine to cut out a rough pipa backboard tomorrow.
They were busy until after ten o'clock in the evening. Lu Yuguo was stretching when he saw Fu Chongji go to open the door and bring in two takeouts.
"I'm hungry, so I ordered two bowls of noodles." Mo Yuanshen picked up the takeaway and put it down on the small coffee table.
Lu Yuguo then remembered that he had not eaten dinner, but he had not felt hungry before. Now that he saw the food, he felt a little hungry.
"It's time for midnight snack now, right?" Lu Yuguo didn't hesitate to help unpack the takeaway.
Looking at the food that looked like noodles with soybean paste, Lu Yuguo asked before starting to eat, "What kind of noodles is this? How much is it?"
"Guamian, it's my treat. Xiaoguo, don't be so polite to me." Mo Yuanshen said to Lu Yuguo.
"Okay." Lu Yuguo felt that a bowl of noodles was not worth much money, and it would not be good to be too fussy about it.
"Is it delicious?" Mo Yuanshen asked.
"Hmm." Lu Yuguo lowered his head and said as he ate, "It tastes good." But it was not the taste he was familiar with.
Suddenly, Lu Yuguo thought of snail noodles and missed them a little.
He wondered if such a thing existed in this interstellar age, so he searched for it on the terminal, but found that it did not exist.
It seems that if I want to eat it in the future, I have to make it myself.
But it is too troublesome to make snail noodles by yourself, and it may not taste the way you want.
Lu Yuguo's terminal was not blocked. Mo Yuanshen glanced at the search results casually. Then, seeing Lu Yuguo's disappointed expression, he asked curiously, "What is snail rice noodle?"
"Hmm..." Lu Yuguo glanced at him, thought for a moment and said, "It must be food from ancient times. It should be delicious."
Things from the previous life were not here, and Lu Yuguo was at a loss for words. He could only say this. He changed the subject and asked, "What have you been doing at your desk all night?"
Fu Chongji operated the terminal at his desk all night, but the terminal was always blocked.
Lu Yuguo couldn't see what he was doing, so he felt it was mysterious.
"Work." Mo Yuanshen said.
"Work?" Lu Yuguo said in surprise, "You still need to work? What kind of work? I thought you were a rich second-generation and didn't need to work."
Mo Yuanshen laughed softly and said, "I'm not a rich second generation."
"Then, the third generation of rich people?" Lu Yuguo looked curious. He felt that Fu Chongji did not seem like a first generation rich person.
"It should be considered many generations." Mo Yuanshen said.
Lu Yuguo nodded to indicate that he understood. He said, "Then it must be the nobles. I heard that nobles are all wealthy people, and their wealth is accumulated over many generations."
Mo Yuanshen nodded and said, "I guess so."
"So what is your job?" Lu Yuguo asked.
"Yes, the one in charge." Mo Yuanshen answered vaguely.
Lu Yuguo squinted at him and said, "Aren't you afraid that your family will come looking for you when you go online to work?"
When Mo Yuanshen heard this, he felt that Lu Yuguo's words were suggestive.
He slowly finished the last bite of noodles, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and put it down.
Then he explained, "My subordinates don't know where I am. Besides, I'm on vacation now. If there's nothing important, they won't contact me. I just make some decisions and keep an eye on the company's situation."
Lu Yuguo also finished the last bite of noodles, put down his chopsticks, leaned on the end of the bed and looked at him, saying: "Vacation, how long do you plan to take?"
Mo Yuanshen paused and turned to look at Lu Yuguo. He still looked lazy and casual, but he could sense a slight change in Lu Yuguo, as if he was a little resistant.
After a moment of silence, he said calmly, "It depends on the situation."
Lu Yuguo nodded, said nothing more, tidied up the things on the coffee table, and continued to fill in the standing pattern with various detailed dimensions.
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