A Mouthful of Sky-high Fried Rice, Lao Tang Apprenticed on the Spot

There are eight major forgivenesses in life. They all come, and it’s not easy. They are all friends, or children, who are older than the Chinese New Year. To save face, everyone died for your own good.

Therefore, after hesitating, Li Yi still decided to go into the eight-faced stele to have a look.

The reason he used to convince himself was that everything came.

After finally coming here, wouldn't it be a waste of an opportunity if we just go out like this?

So, Li Yi directly pricked his index finger, and pressed on the surface of the bamboo tablet closest to him.

The blood-oozing index finger pressed the surface of the bamboo tablet, and the dried bamboo slices immediately absorbed the blood beads like a sponge.

Before he finished sucking the blood beads in, Li Yi just wanted to move his index finger away, but he found that his index finger seemed to be sucked by the surface of the monument. He tried so hard, but he couldn't move it away.

The next moment, he felt a suction force coming from the surface of the tablet, and the blood in his index finger seeped into the surface of the bamboo tablet as if being sucked out by a water pump.

"Fuck!"

Li Yi only had time to exclaim before losing consciousness instantly.

The next moment, he woke up in a mud house.

Tsuchiya again?

Looking at the adobe brick wall beside him, Li Yi couldn't help being taken aback.

Did he come to the Western Regions again?

Surprised, he quickly turned over and got up, only to find that this earthen house was completely different from the earthen house he lived in in the Western Regions.

The earthen house is full of bamboos of various sizes, even the bed under him is made of bamboo chips.

There are several small bamboo guns made of bamboo, small bamboo baskets and small birdcages beside his bed, which look like children's toys.

child?

Li Yi suddenly noticed the difference in perspective. He raised his hands and looked at them, only to find that his hands were much smaller. At first glance, they looked like the hands of a young man.

"Tarzan?"

A voice came from outside the house, followed by a middle-aged man in coarse clothes.

Seeing Li Yi sitting on the bed, he joked with a smile: "As long as you sleep until the sun rises every day, even if you go to the country of Lu and worship that Gongshu class as your teacher, you will have to be driven back within two days."

He spoke an ancient dialect, but Li Yi could understand him.

But when he heard the words "Lu Guo" and "Gongshuban" mentioned by him, Li Yi was stunned for a moment.

Lu country? Gongshuban?

Why did he suddenly come to the Spring and Autumn Period?

Also, what does this middle-aged man call him?

Tarzan?

Looking at the bamboo toys by the bedside, Li Yi finally understood.

It turns out that the one who possessed him this time was the bamboo craftsman Taishan who made Lu Ban lament that he could not see Taishan with his eyes!

According to legend, in the Spring and Autumn Period, in the land of Wuyue, there was a bamboo craftsman named Taishan who was proficient in bamboo weaving.

Because of his admiration for the Gongshu Ban of the State of Lu, he traveled a long distance to the State of Lu and worshiped the Gongshu Ban as his teacher.

But because he had never learned carpentry, his learning progress was not fast. Later, when the Gongshu class was recruiting new disciples, he was eliminated.

Many years later, Gongshu Pan came to the land of Wu and Yue, and happened to find someone selling bamboo utensils in the market.

Those bamboo weaving utensils are extremely exquisite, and the woven bamboo baskets can even fetch water without leaking, which attracts people in the market to rush to buy them.

Gongshuban went up to pick up the bamboo weaving utensils to check, and found that the craftsmanship was excellent, so he asked people in the market who made these bamboo utensils.

Someone told him that the bamboo craftsman was called Taishan, and he had studied under the Gongshu class of the state of Lu, which is why his skills are so excellent.

When Gongshuban learned that this famous master was actually a disciple who was eliminated by him, he felt complicated and emotional, and left a famous saying: "I really have eyes but don't know Mount Tai."

Recalling this story, Li Yi also felt a little complicated.

It turned out that he was the Taishan who shocked Gongshuban, but now he doesn't even know how to weave bamboo!

"Get up quickly and eat. After eating, follow me to weave baskets."

Seeing him stunned, the middle-aged man urged him: "Don't underestimate your father's basket-weaving skills. If you don't have these baskets to sell, where can you go to Lu to learn from them?"

Hearing his words, Li Yi collected his thoughts.

It's just bamboo weaving, at worst, learn from scratch!

Anyway, what he lacks most is time.

So, he jumped out of bed and said, "I'm coming!"

...

In the space of the eight-faced stele, as Li Yi's figure emerged, a metal plate exactly the same as in the space of the wooden stele protruded out.

Back in the eight-faced stele space, Li Yi held a delicate bamboo basket in his hand and stood in a daze for a long time before he came back to his senses.

Before, he felt that he had possessed Shuanglin for too long, but this time, he possessed Mount Tai for thirty years!

In the dream space, he made enough money by helping his father weave baskets, went to the country of Lu, and met the legendary Lu Ban.

However, he did not learn much bamboo weaving skills from Lu Ban, and it was a month after he arrived in Lu State that he even met Lu Ban himself.

Contrary to what is recorded in the textbook, although Gongshuban in the dream world is also a craftsman, he has noble blood, and his status is not comparable to that of a flat-headed craftsman like him.

After he worshiped Lu Ban as his teacher, he began to make ladders with Lu Ban's disciples and make ordnance for the army.

In the process, he also learned some basic carpentry skills, but he was still far from being able to worship Luban as a teacher.

After inquiring, he learned that if he wanted to ensure that Lu Ban was his teacher, it would be best to get a recommendation.

As for the recommended person, it is best to be an official disciple of Lu Ban, a fellow villager or an aristocrat.

And Taishan didn't know any of these people, and he didn't have extra money to open up connections.

So, in the formal assessment a year later, he was eliminated as expected.

This is in line with Taishan's historical trajectory, but for Li Yi, he has lost the shortcut to quickly return to reality.

He originally thought that if he could successfully worship Lu Ban as his teacher, under Lu Ban's guidance, he would improve his skills and quickly return to reality.

But the fact is obviously not the case.

In desperation, he could only return to his hometown.

If the shortcut cannot be realized, then there is only one way left for him, and that is to follow the historical trajectory and make Taishan's skills superb enough to shock Lu Ban, which should allow him to return to reality.

His guess was correct. After nearly 30 years of research, he visited experts and explored bamboo weaving skills by himself, and finally mastered the exquisite bamboo weaving skills.

Just before he returned to the Bamianbei space, he saw the Gongshu Pan who came here especially for his name.

When Gongshuban saw his bamboo weaving utensils, he came here to express his congratulations.

At this time, he is weaving a Guanyin fish basket, which is a bottle-shaped fish basket made of bamboo threads of different colors.

Bamboo threads of different shades form a pattern of Avalokitesvara in a basket on the fish basket, and this fish basket can be filled with water to raise fish, and it can be drip-tight.

The Gongshu Pan who came to visit saw his work, praised him again and again, and said: "If you leave the work handed down from generation to generation, it will become everyone!"

After Gongshuban finished speaking, Li Yi felt his vision gradually blurred.

The next moment, he returned to the space of the eight-sided monument.

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