Looking at the listless old ox, Zhao Gang was quite helpless, "I told you, you bought too much stuff."
"Ragged boxes are one thing, but even wood is included."
"Are we short of wood over there?" Zhao Gang yawned, he really wanted to go back quickly. The sun’s heat was becoming more and more unbearable.
Checking the sun’s angle again, it’s really not far before it sets, "We can afford to skip a al, but the kids can’t go hungry."
The underlying ssage was that he thought it was unnecessary to buy the wood, sigh, Gong Tao originally didn’t want to say anything, at least not until they were ho, but he couldn’t resist Zhao Gang’s constant chatter.
Gong Tao knew that even if he didn’t reveal the secret behind this, Zhao Gang wouldn’t toss the wood away.
"This wood isn’t ordinary wood, I estimate it’s either redwood or huanghuali." Gong Tao dropped this bombshell and looked at Zhao Gang.
Gong Tao didn’t believe Zhao Gang could keep his cool knowing this. If he could, his patience was truly extraordinary.
Zhao Gang was truly stunned, he had suspected there was sothing unusual, but he hadn’t expected such a powerful answer.
Though Gong Tao said it might be, Zhao Gang felt that the "might be" was just to comfort him a little, to stop him from getting agitated.
"Are you sure?" Zhao Gang still found it a bit implausible.
In Zhao Gang’s view, Gong Tao’s knowledge of wood was no better than his own. How could he know the material of the wood?
Not believing him, Gong Tao was very angry, "I told you it’s a skill passed down from my ancestors."
Without pointing out that soone was shaless, they’re still making various excuses, "Co on, who are you fooling? Your parents weren’t carpenters."
"Who said I inherited their craft?" Gong Tao’s initially excited tone suddenly turned much worse upon hearing about the Gong Family.
Oh, if it’s not the skills of the elders in the Gong Family, then whose heritage is it? Zhao Gang, who only got to know Gong Tao after starting work, was unaware of his past.
"I grew up with my grandfather. He was an old carpenter. If he hadn’t passed away, I probably wouldn’t have gone back there." Sotis, Gong Tao thought that if his grandfather hadn’t died, he really might not have returned to the Gong Family.
Oh, so the old man didn’t grow up with the Gong Family, Gong Ruini could finally understand why the couple Gong Dajiang paid him no mind, and why Gong Qiang and others were indifferent to this brother. It turns out all the secrets stemd from not being together from a young age, with no feelings involved.
"Ah, you didn’t grow up with your parents." Zhao Gang heard this for the first ti. If this was true, he finally understood why the Gong Family disregarded soone as good as Gong Tao.
Even though he’s a child of the Gong Family, aside from a so-called blood relationship, there was genuinely no emotional bond.
Gong Tao nodded, "My mom had a difficult labor when she gave birth to , and there was no one to take care of at that ti, so my grandparents took in."
Gong Tao struggled to hold back tears. So things, as long as you know them, there’s no need to cry about it.
Gong Ruwen was also hearing this for the first ti, and his mouth dropped open wide. In truth, Gong Ruwen wanted to say how pitiful his father was, but considering the faces of his grandparents, perhaps growing up with his maternal grandparents was actually a good thing.
"My grandfather was a carpenter, and I learned quite a bit from him as a child. But later on, after I entered the factory, I forgot most of it. However, when it cos to identifying wood, I still know my stuff." Gong Tao was imnsely grateful, all thanks to his grandfather leaving him with such a valuable skill.
"And these boxes should either be redwood or huanghuali. I reckon they might have been gathered from one place." A family with such things likely had so background.
Actually, what Gong Tao wanted to say was that it would have been better to have known earlier to see if there was a full set of furniture. Unfortunately, even knowing now was of no use.
No way, Zhao Gang didn’t even want to recall the boxes he had moved. Could they really have such an impressive background? Although he knew Gong Tao had no reason to lie, redwood and huanghuali are valuable woods, yet they seed so destitute.
No, wait, that’s not the point. The point is, "You actually know wood?"
This is the crucial question. Don’t think Zhao Gang was just babbling that the recycling station has a lot of treasures, he wasn’t wrong, but the premise is that they need to know about these things.
Zhao Gang was a man from Columbia University, and his ancestors didn’t leave him with wealth to absorb such knowledge. Only after getting married did he start having so ans. But no matter how much he knew, without seeing the real thing, it was rely theoretical knowledge. Zhao Gang himself lacked confidence.
Now things were different; his good buddy actually knew wood. What does this an? It ans they’ll be able to acquire a lot of good wood in the future.
Don’t overlook wood, thinking it’s worthless; good wood is different. It’s extrely valuable, like the huangchangticou of imperial tombs. Why did this kind of tomb no longer exist later on? It wasn’t because emperors wanted to save money, nor was it because they didn’t have money. It was because there were no raw materials. Even with money, it was impossible.
Zhao Gang was no longer worried, "Brother, we’re good brothers. You have to help out."
Zhao Gang spoke with such tenderness, he could rival the gentlest won in Jiangnan.
But the issue is, hearing these words from a burly man was terrifyingly unusual, sending shivers down Gong Ruini’s spine.
Gong Ruwen kept exclaiming, terrifying, too terrifying, "Even Uncle Zhao’s stern face is better than this."
Zhao Xuran was speechless. He felt his father beca increasingly free-spirited in front of the Gong Family Siblings. Fortunately, Gong Ruini and the others didn’t mind. Otherwise, he’d be worried about how his father could ever face others outside.
Gong Tao was even more exaggerated, shaking as if electrified, "Alright, I get it. You just want to help you check things out. I knew this ti I had to be forthright, I knew you wouldn’t believe otherwise."
"When we get back, we’ll clean the box thoroughly, then you’ll see my skills." No matter how much is said, or how much is shown off, it’s better to let Zhao Gang see their capabilities.
Zhao Gang was willing to listen to this, "Alright, when we get ho I’ll help you clean the box."
Zhao Gang wished he could rush ho imdiately, but unfortunately, the load was too heavy, and the ox simply couldn’t go any faster, and Gong Tao also ntioned that moving so much stuff through the village would be inappropriate for others to see.
This was why Zhao Gang’s enthusiastic heart gradually settled. Yes, while things may seem worthless, their sheer weight will cause gossip if seen by the villagers. Better to slow down and enter the village after dark, which is safer.
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