Courtyard House: A Carefree Life Begins with a Lottery of Wish Power

Before Jia Zhangshi spoke up, no one had noticed.

After Jia Zhangshi said that, everyone looked at the parts that Lin Zhuo had made and they did indeed seem a bit strange.

It's not a chair, but it has chair legs and a backrest.

It's supposed to be a chair, but there seem to be some strange things attached to it.

Xu Damao also fanned the flames from the sidelines, gloating:

"With this pile of parts, I don't think it will be easy to assemble a chair, but it's okay, we can just use them as firewood, so it won't be a waste."

Xu Damao nudged He Yuzhu, who was standing next to him, with his elbow and said:

"Silly Zhu, I think your reputation as 'Silly Zhu' is about to be ruined."

He Yuzhu glared at Xu Damao and said:

"Okay, here you go. From now on, I'll call you Big Idiot?"

"Get out of here," Xu Damao said with a wicked grin.

"Give it to Lin Zhuo. He's going to replace you and become the dumbest person in our department."

Standing next to He Yuzhu, He Yushui, though not having much interaction with Lin Zhuo, had a good impression of him and, upon hearing this, spoke up in defense:

"Xu Damao, watch your mouth."

Xu Damao curled his lip, "Just wait and see."

Lin Zhuo ignored the comments from others and focused on his work.

Li Kuiyong was young after all, and he couldn't quite understand what Lin Zhuo was trying to do. Hearing what the people around him were saying, he felt a little uneasy and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Brother Zhuo, is this chair alright?"

Lin Zhuo didn't say anything, but nodded to Kui Yong, giving him an affirmative look.

Soon, all the parts were ready, and Lin Zhuo began assembling them.

The mortise and tenon joints between the components fit together perfectly and are very sturdy.

In no time, the sofa frame was assembled.

The onlookers immediately erupted in uproar.

Once assembled, the sofa frame looks somewhat similar to a chair.

However, because it has an extra space for springs and various fillings, it looks quite different from a chair.

Madam Jia laughed exaggeratedly, a smug look on her face, and said:

"See, I was right."

"He can't even make a decent chair. What kind of chair looks like that? How can anyone sit on it?"

Jia Dongxu echoed:

"He can't do it but he's showing off. He got a level four worker rating and he thinks he's got a head start, like he's a carpenter too."

The third uncle frowned and said to the third aunt:

"What kind of chair is this? It's a bit strange."

The three women said dismissively:

"Hey, I guess he's just a half-baked guy; he got it wrong while he was working on it."

The old man narrowed his eyes, sensing that something was amiss.

To say that one's skills are lacking or that one doesn't know how to make it is simply not accurate.

Although this "chair" is somewhat oddly shaped and unlike anything I've ever seen before, its craftsmanship is truly impeccable.

The items are very well-made, with the mortise and tenon joints fitting perfectly.

There must be something strange about this.

Liu Haizhong, arms crossed, watched the commotion from the sidelines, saying to Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu beside him:

"You two see that, right? Young people should be down-to-earth and not spend all their time thinking about flashy, attention-seeking things."

"Otherwise, you'll inevitably stumble sooner or later."

Upon hearing this, the two brothers secretly exchanged a dismissive glance.

A few days ago, Liu Haizhong beat and scolded his two sons because they were not as successful as Lin Zhuo.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Zhuo has been used as a negative example again.

That's quite a quick change of heart; he's always right.

However, both Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu were happy to see Lin Zhuo make a fool of himself.

Who told him to stand out so much after only a few days in the hospital, making his two brothers look like good-for-nothings? He got beaten and scolded by Liu Haizhong for it.

Lin Zhuo pointed to the sacks in his room and said:

"Kuiyong, bring the sack over here."

"Okay."

Li Kuiyong responded and went inside to carry out the materials that Lin Zhuo had bought early that morning, which were packed in sacks.

The sack was placed on the ground with a dull thud.

Everyone was a little curious. Isn't it enough to just use wood to make a chair? What is this big bag of stuff?

Lin Zhuo opened the sack and took out various springs and several large bundles of hemp rope.

Everyone looked puzzled. They recognized these things, but what did they have to do with the chair?

Jia Dongxu said sarcastically:

"This is the first time I've seen a chair made of hemp rope. Are you going to weave a seat out of hemp rope?"

Xu Damao echoed:

"That's a great idea! Make a frame out of wood and weave a seat out of hemp rope. That saves so much wood. Rural people always have so many ideas."

Xu Damao was speaking ironically, but upon hearing this, the Third Uncle's heart stirred.

This method seems feasible; it's like a stool, saving a lot of wood compared to a regular chair.

I might consider making chairs like this for my son's future wedding.

I wonder if this seat made of hemp rope will be too uncomfortable.

While everyone was discussing this, Lin Zhuo had already deftly sprung the spring and filled the rope.

He Yushui frowned slightly, trying to think. She felt that this thing looked very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu asked:

"Rain, what's wrong?"

He Yushui gently tapped her forehead with her knuckles, then excitedly shouted:

"I know what this is."

He Yushui's words immediately attracted the attention of the onlookers, and everyone looked at her.

Even Lin Zhuo stopped what he was doing and smiled at He Yushui.

He Yushui was still a student at the time, with a neat ponytail, youthful and beautiful. Compared to He Yuzhu, they looked like half-siblings.

He Yushui's face flushed slightly as she excitedly said:

"This is a sofa, Brother Lin, isn't this a sofa?"

Lin Zhuo nodded and smiled:

"Rainwater is the most knowledgeable; it was the first to spot it."

He Yushui blushed instantly upon hearing Lin Zhuo's praise.

He Yuzhu didn't notice his sister's unusual behavior; he just felt very proud and said:

"That's right, don't you even know whose sister she is?"

"By the way, Rainwater, how did you tell it was a sofa?"

He Yushui said in a low voice:

"I saw it at my classmate's house. The sofa was bouncy and bounced around when you sat on it. It was much more comfortable than a chair."

He Yuzhu understood. There were several children from high-ranking families in He Yushui's class, so it was normal for them to have such rare items at home.

Everyone gasped in surprise.

Lin Zhuo actually made a sofa.

In this day and age, ordinary families don't even have many chairs, and many people have only heard of sofas but have never actually seen one.

Many people rushed forward, wanting to take a closer look at what the sofa was like.

Yan Bugui squinted his small eyes. He was the third uncle, known for his knowledge, and he couldn't let a little girl steal his thunder.

He coughed lightly twice, shook his head, and said:

"I could tell just now, Kobayashi made a sofa."

"I saw sofas in photos of foreign guests being received in the newspaper before."

"Jiefang, bring me that newspaper from the writing desk."

Yan Jiefang reluctantly went inside and brought over the newspaper.

The newspapers were old newspapers that Yan Bugui had taken from the school; he used them to start a fire.

Yan Bugui held up the newspaper, pointed to a photograph on the front page, and said:

"Look everyone, the foreign guests are sitting on the sofa."