One day, a group of children passed by the couple's house with laughter and laughter, and happened to see the middle-aged man sitting at the door, engraving a palm-sized boa constrictor intently.

Looking carefully, this boa constrictor is lifelike. The scales on its surface are not snake scales, but dragon scales.

"Uncle Zhuo, is this a snake you carved? Why is this snake much more powerful and shaped like a dragon than ordinary snakes? Is this really a snake?"

A courageous and oldest boy came to the door of the middle-aged man's house, looking at the strange creature that was carved in the middle-aged man's hand, and asked curiously.

The middle-aged man stopped carving, looked up at the boy with a smile, and said, "It's a big dragon! This is not a snake, it's a dragon that is about to transform into a dragon, so the scales on the dragon's body began to move toward the dragon scales." Metamorphosis."

"Is it Jiaolong? I heard from a storyteller in the village that Jiaolong is a mythical beast in legend. It is terrifying. It seems to be more powerful than some flying immortals. I heard that Jiaolong also eats people. It is very scary." The name is Dalong. The boy's eyes are bright and authentic.

"Haha, Dalong is smart, this is Jiaolong!"

The middle-aged man laughed, then slapped his forehead, and said: "I almost forgot, I have already made the wooden bowl that your father told me to make yesterday, and now I will ask my wife to bring it to you!"

As he said that, the middle-aged man shouted to the door: "Chenxue, take out the twelve wooden bowls I made yesterday, Dalong is here to get them today!"

A crisp voice in the room responded, and then a middle-aged woman who still had charm walked out slowly, holding a wooden tray in her hand, and twelve exquisite wooden bowls were placed on the tray.

If you don't look carefully at this wooden bowl, you may even think it is made of jade, which is enough to confuse the real one.

Dalong looked at the middle-aged woman in the house with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Uncle Zhuo's wife has a good name, and Dalong heard his father mention it since he was a child, saying that Uncle Zhuo's wife, Aunt Xue, is the most beautiful woman even in big cities.

"Dalong, what are you looking at? Quickly take this wooden bowl!" The middle-aged woman smiled lightly.

Dalong came back to his senses, his face flushed, he quickly took the wooden bowl, expressed his gratitude, then took twelve copper coins from his bosom, and said: "Uncle Zhuo, your workmanship is really good, my father often praises you What about you! This is twelve coins, you take it."

The middle-aged man took the copper coin with a smile, and said, "Haha, I'm so honored. If your family needs anything next time, just ask me."

"I am very sure of that."

Dalong nodded quickly, and after saying goodbye to the couple, he took the wooden bowl and left here with the rest of his friends.

Spring and autumn come, time flies, what Zhuo Wen does every day is to sit at the door of the house and carve wood carvings, and then he eats with his wife Mu Chenxue and chats with his wife, and occasionally visits nearby neighbors.

Every time when carving, Mu Chenxue would always watch silently.

And she also knew that Zhuowen's woodcarvings, whether human or beast, were all enemies and beasts that Zhuowen had killed over the years.

Every time after carving, Zhuo Wen would fall into memories, recalling all the details of the battle back then.

It can be said that as the carving deepened, Zhuo Wen's perception of himself became more profound.

"Uncle Zhuo, are you carving again? You really persevere. You have persisted in carving for more than 20 years, right?"

When a young man passed by the door of Zhuowen's house, he subconsciously stopped and looked towards the door. Seeing that Zhuowen was still carving wood, he couldn't help laughing.

The young man was in his early twenties, his wheat-colored skin showed a healthy beauty, and his well-proportioned figure and strong muscles made this young man look quite strong.

"Dragon! In a blink of an eye, you are already this big."

Zhuo Wen put down the carving knife and looked at the young man at the door with a smile.

This young man was Dalong who came to Zhuowen's house to buy a wooden bowl more than ten years ago. Ten years ago, Dalong's family left Xinghua Village and went to a nearby market town to do business.

At that time, no one in the village saw Dalong's family off, and everyone boasted that Dalong's father was capable and bought a house in the market town.

The young man smiled, but his eyes fell on the wood carving in Zhuo Wen's hand.

The wood carving in Zhuo Wen's hands is only half finished, the texture of the upper body is clear, but the carving of the lower body has not yet started.

What surprised the young man was that Zhuo Wen should be carving a figure at this time, and this figure is actually three-headed and six-armed.

This strange man with three heads and six arms has three heads with different expressions, and six arms holding six different hand formulas, which looks rather weird.

"Uncle Zhuo, what kind of strange person are you carving? You actually have three heads and six arms." Dalong asked curiously.

Zhuo Wen smiled and said: "This is just my boring work, I don't know what it is?"

But Dalong became interested. The three-headed and six-armed monster in front of him looked lifelike, and the texture of the skin inside could be clearly seen, which made Dalong marvel at Zhuowen's craftsmanship.

"Uncle Zhuo, I like your carving very much. How about it, why don't you sell this wood carving to me?" Dalong laughed.

Zhuo Wen looked serious, stroked his gray beard, and said, "Dalong, you also know my rules. This wood carving is my hobby, and it is usually not for sale, so..."

Dalong showed disappointment, but he really liked the wood carving, but seeing Uncle Zhuo insisted, Dalong had no choice but to give up. JrNovels.com