This is also the life of most carpenters. They can't make a lot of money, but they can guarantee food and clothing.
After all, there were only two carpenters in the surrounding villages—one was him, and the other was his master from his apprentice days.
Hearing Gao Dashu speak this way, An Ning was not disappointed. Instead, her eyes sparkled like little stars.
"Dad, I can draw, I can draw! How about I sketch it on the ground first for you to see, okay?"
But Gao Dashu didn't believe her, "You're just a little girl who can't even hold a brush, how could you draw anything? Ningning, don't mess around. Dad has to hurry up and work."
Saying this, Gao Dashu picked up the saw and continued sawing wood.
An Ning was helpless and had to walk away for a while.
Yet, the more she thought about it, the more unwilling she felt.
She could draw, having learned painting in her past life. Of course, she learned oil painting and sketching, so she indeed couldn't handle a brush well.
