At Yang Land Officer’s house, Land Officer Yang was crouching down, joking with his grandson. Seeing the two of them coming over, he got up and asked, "What brought you two together? Is sothing up?"
"Grand Uncle, it’s as if I can’t co see you and Grand Aunt unless I have sothing going on." Yang Chuxia felt a little guilty as she said that because, after Land Officer Yang’s comnt, she realized that every ti she visited him, she indeed needed sothing.
As expected, Yang Land Officer chuckled, "You little miss, don’t play dumb with . I know you too well. What do you need now?"
"Hehe, Grand Uncle, I’m not coming to see you this ti." Yang Chuxia awkwardly rubbed her nose and said, "I’m here to see Uncle Dayong. Is he ho?"
When Land Officer Yang heard that they weren’t there for him, he couldn’t help but wonder why.
"Your Uncle Dayong is ho. He was tired from working in the field this morning, so he ca back and took a nap. Should be awake by now." As he spoke, Land Officer Yang called out to his wife, "Wifey, go see if Dayong is up. Xiaxia is looking for him."
"Oh, she’s here." Land Officer Yang’s wife had been busy in the kitchen and hadn’t noticed Yang Chuxia coming. She ca out, saw Ye Zi’an was there too, and greeted them with a smile, "Oh, Brother An is here too. Co in and have a seat. I’ll go call your Uncle Dayong."
Just as his wife entered the house, Yang Dayong ca out of the room.
"Oh, my dear mother, with your and Father’s loud voices, I could hear everything even while inside. There’s no need for you to co in person." Yang Dayong rubbed his eyes as he ca out of the room.
"If you heard us, why didn’t you co out? Didn’t you know that Xiaxia was looking for you?" Yang Land Officer scolded him.
"Oh, can you not be so angry, Father? I’m coming out, see?" Yang Dayong was speechless at his father’s temperant, as if his words were like water bubbles that popped as soon as they were touched.
"So, Xiaxia, what did you need for?"
Yang Chuxia took out the piece of paper, "Uncle Dayong, I heard from Brother An that you’re great at carpentry, so I wanted to ask for your help to make sothing. I don’t know if you can do it."
"Is it sothing extraordinarily difficult? Is there sothing I can’t do?" Yang Dayong was quite proud. Plus, his woodworking skills were indeed excellent and well-known in the nearby villages. He assud it would be an ordinary cabinet or table, so why couldn’t he do it?
"Well, it’s this."
Yang Dayong took the paper from Yang Chuxia and saw a chair at first glance. But upon closer inspection, it was different.
Were those wheels underneath? A chair with wheels? Yang Dayong imdiately thought of carriages and carts, and a flash of fanaticism crossed his eyes. He carefully put away the paper and said, "Don’t worry, leave it to . I promise to make it for you."
Yang Land Officer frowned when he heard his son’s overly confident words, "Are you sure you can do it? Don’t ss it up and delay Xiaxia’s plans."
Yang Dayong was unhappy to be questioned about his skills by his father, "Father, I learned from a master and have built many things. Besides, am I the kind of person who would boast if I couldn’t do sothing?"
"Hmph, we’ll see. If you ss up Xiaxia’s plans, you’ll answer to ."
Yang Dayong twitched the corner of his mouth and pounded his chest, "Father, just relax and enjoy your tobacco pipe. You don’t have to worry about anything else." He then turned to Yang Chuxia and said, "Xiaxia, co back in a few days. Uncle Dayong won’t let you down."
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