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"I'll go take a look," he said.

"Don't go, let him stay by himself."

Zhang Changtian stopped him.

Zhang Changtian has sharp eyes; he saw his silly daughter run into the carpentry shed early in the morning. She's probably helping Qian Cheng with carpentry work right now. If Old Ma sees this, what will become of his daughter's reputation?

Old Ma had no choice but to sit down, but he was even more curious.

The two people inside the cabin were unaware of what was happening outside.

Qian Cheng made another spoon, even smoother than the first one. He put the spoon down, stretched his shoulders, and noticed that Zhang Mingxi was looking at him.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's up to you." Zhang Mingxi said directly.

Qian Cheng smiled and reached out to hold her hand again.

This time, Zhang Mingxi didn't dodge; instead, she moved closer to him.

"Qian Cheng," she muttered softly.

"Um?"

"Get well soon. Once you're better, let's go to town for a stroll. It's almost Chinese New Year, the market will be so lively."

"OK."

She paused for a moment, then added, "Also, let's study together and take the college entrance exam together."

"OK."

"You said it, you can't go back on your word."

"No regrets."

Zhang Mingxi smiled and leaned on his shoulder.

For the next few days, Qian Cheng had Hou Yufen help him go to the Zhang family every day.

After breakfast, Hou Yufen helped him out the door and they slowly walked to the Zhang family's house.

Upon arriving at the carpentry shed, Qian Cheng sat down and began working.

We ate lunch at Zhang's house, continued working in the afternoon, and were picked up by Hou Yufen in the evening.

After a few days, Qian Cheng's hand gradually regained its feel.

I started by making spoons, and later I made small stools.

Although my legs are still not very nimble, sitting and working is not a problem.

The plane is pushed steadily, the saw is used accurately, and the mortise and tenon joints are made tightly.

Although I didn't dare to use too much force, the things I made were quite presentable.

Carpentry Proficiency +1

Carpentry Proficiency +1

My proficiency is gradually increasing.

Zhang Changtian would sometimes come in to take a look, but he wouldn't say anything. He would just stand there and stare for a while before leaving with his hands behind his back.

Qian Cheng knew that the old man was satisfied.

On the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, after Zhang Changtian had breakfast, he said to Qian Cheng, "Don't work today, come with me to the market."

"At the market?" Qian Cheng was taken aback.

"This is the last big market before the New Year. I need to sell all the stools and chairs I've accumulated over the past few days."

Qian Cheng glanced into the outer room.

There was a lot of furniture piled up in the corner: stools, chairs, small tables, and a few small stools, all of which were made recently or hadn't been sold yet.

Some were made by him, and some by Zhang Changtian; they were stacked neatly.

"Me too?" Qian Cheng pointed to himself.

Zhang Changtian didn't stand on ceremony and didn't care that Qian Cheng was still injured: "You can walk now, right? You can lend me a hand."

Qian Cheng thought about it and agreed. After lying in bed for so many days, it was time to get some fresh air. He had also promised Zhang Mingxi that he would go to the market before the Lunar New Year.

Zhang Mingxi came out from the inner room and, upon hearing this, quickly said, "I'll go too."

"Where are you going?" Zhang Changtian asked, glancing at her.

"To help you watch the stall, there are so many people and things get chaotic, doesn't it need someone to keep an eye on it?"

Zhang Changtian snorted but didn't say anything.

Deng Jingshu laughed from the side, "Go ahead, let her go."

Zhang Changtian borrowed a tractor.

The tractor drove up to the front door, sputtering and belching black smoke.

Zhang Changtian and Qian Cheng loaded the furniture into the car, while Zhang Mingxi handed them things.

After moving for more than twenty minutes, the truck bed was completely full, and it was tied tightly with rope.

"Let's go." Zhang Changtian jumped into the driver's seat.

Qian Cheng climbed up the truck bed, and Zhang Mingxi followed, sitting down next to him.

The tractor chugged onto the road and headed towards the town.

There were many people on the road, all heading to the market. The closer you got to the town, the more crowded it became.

After driving for more than half an hour, we arrived in the town.

The market was already packed with people. Zhang Changtian found a spot and parked the tractor.

"Right here."

The three people began unloading the goods, placing the furniture pieces on the ground one by one.

Stools were arranged in a row, chairs in a row, small tables in the middle, and small stools on the sides, all neatly arranged.

As soon as it was set up, people gathered around.

"How much is this stool?" a man in a blue cotton-padded jacket asked.

"Two cents," Zhang Changtian said, quoting a price.

The older brother picked up a stool, flipped it over to examine it, then sat on it to test its sturdiness: "Is it sturdy?"

"It's very sturdy, I made it myself, or you don't have to pay."

The man hesitated for a moment, thinking the price was still too high. He decided to come back and try to find some bargains when the market was almost over, then put down his stool and left.

Another woman came in, took a fancy to a chair, and asked the price.

Zhang Changtian offered 30 cents, but his sister-in-law thought it was too expensive and offered 15 cents. Zhang Changtian refused to sell, and his sister-in-law left.

Zhang Changtian stood there and began to hawk his wares: "Stools and chairs, homemade, sturdy and durable, come and take a look..."

After calling out a few times, several more people gathered around, looking at and touching the items, asking about prices and haggling, but few actually paid.

Qian Cheng watched from the side, looking a little anxious.

Selling like this is too slow.

This market is only held once before the Lunar New Year, and it's the day with the highest foot traffic. At this rate, the market will be over by noon and the goods still won't be sold out.

He thought for a moment, then leaned closer to Zhang Changtian and whispered, "Master, let's sell them separately."

Zhang Changtian glanced at him: "How do we break up?"

"I'll take some and set it up over there." Qian Cheng pointed to a spot about ten meters away. "Let's keep a distance, and I'll bid a dime higher than you."

Zhang Changtian was taken aback: "Gao Yimao? Then who would buy yours?"

"I'm going to make sure nobody buys from me. Listen to me, give it a try."

Zhang Changtian pondered for a moment, not quite understanding, but judging from Qian Cheng's expression, it didn't seem like he was talking nonsense.

"Okay, how much do you want?"

Qian Cheng counted over eighty pieces of furniture. He picked out about half, roughly forty pieces, and asked Zhang Mingxi to help move them to a spot about ten meters away.

As Zhang Mingxi moved the items, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Qian Cheng said mysteriously.

After setting up the stall, Qian Cheng had Zhang Mingxi stand to one side, and he began to hawk his wares.

"These stools and chairs are homemade, sturdy and durable. Come and take a look."

After shouting a few times, people gathered around.

"How much is this stool?" a man asked.

"Sanmao," Qian Cheng said.

The older man was taken aback: "Isn't it only two cents over there?"

Qian Cheng pointed towards Zhang Changtian's side: "That's over there, this is mine, the craftsmanship is different."

The older brother looked at the stool again, hesitated for a moment, then put it down and left.

Another woman came in and asked for a chair.

Qian Cheng said it was four mao, but his sister-in-law said it was only three mao over there. Qian Cheng said his craftsmanship was good, and then his sister-in-law left.

But these people didn't go far; they all went to Zhang Changtian's side.

Things started to get lively on Zhang Changtian's side.

"This stool costs two cents?"

"Yes, two cents."

"They sell them for three mao over there, yours is cheaper, give me two."

"Is this chair worth three mao?"

"Yes, Sanmao."

"They sell them for four cents over there, and they look the same as the ones here. Give me a handful."

More and more people gathered around, picking and choosing, and Zhang Changtian busily collected and gave change, his face beaming with joy.