World Tibet Bureau

After entering, Hu Sanshou still didn't say a word, and directly led me into the backyard.

Before he reached the backyard, he could smell a fragrance from the tip of his nose.

This is the woody fragrance that emanates from camphor wood after it has been planed open.

The area of ​​the backyard is surprisingly large. The timber in the northeast corner is piled up like a mountain, leveling with the courtyard wall. They are all about one meter long and twenty centimeters in diameter. They are all neatly stacked.

There is a planer frame next to the wood section.

There are three yellow flower avocado planers with square handles on the planer stand.

The whole planer is glowing with a faint light, it can be seen that the three planers have been used for many years.

Under the planer stand is a pile of wood flowers, piled up like tumbling clouds, which is really beautiful.

There is a low tea set and a few small stools in the southwest corner of the yard.

Hu Sansuo turned to me and said, "Young man, sit down and make tea by yourself first, and wait until I finish today's task."

We have to ask others, everything we have to listen to him.

Hu Sanmiao is not much older than Uncle Wang, but their personalities are very different.

Uncle Wang roared like a lion.

Hu Sanmiao's speech was tepid, his tone was flat, and his expression was extremely peaceful, a kind of mentality that only centenarians have.

This kind of person, either has a major hidden disease in the body, or has experienced the vicissitudes of life, and his mind has been worn down like those few huanghuali planers, soft and thick, and his vigor has completely disappeared.

I feel he is the latter.

The guess was right.

Hu Sansuo moved to the northeast corner.

He started to pick up one of the yellow flower avocado planers and planed the camphor wood section.

When he was planing a section of wood, his arms were strong, his posture was stretched, the weight was even, and his body appeared to be very healthy.

Every piece of wood flakes overflowing from the mouth of the plane is even more even than those planed by a machine, with almost the same size and thickness.

This is breathtaking feat!

It simply cannot be done without decades of good craftsmanship!

The unique skills of old craftsmen are really beyond the reach of machines.

It took Hu Sansiao about half an hour to finish planing the piece of camphor wood in his hand.

I thought it was over for him.

who knows.

He picked up another huanghuayouli wood planer, made a new piece of camphor wood, and continued to plan.

I don't know when he will end, so I can only make tea and drink alone, watching him plan wood.

The shavings overflow from the planer mouth into a curly shape, piece by piece, which really relieves pressure.

I drank the tea in my mouth, and there was a feeling in my heart that I couldn't get tired of. The hostility that overflowed when I taught the greasy fat man just now dissipated without a trace.

Unconsciously.

Hu Sansiao used three huanghuayouli wood planers continuously, and planed three camphor wood sections.

An hour and a half has passed.

But I watched from the side, it seemed that only a few minutes had passed, a very magical state of fugue.

In the past, this kind of state would only appear after I stood on the stance for a day, and my whole body was completely cleared up. I didn't expect that it was easily obtained here.

I feel respect for Hu Sansiao in front of me.

Hu Sanmiao picked up three yellow pear planers, looked at them carefully for a while, sighed, shook his head, and said, "Ten years later, I still can't tell the difference between them."

He cleaned and wiped the planes carefully, showing great care for them. Then, he gathered a bunch of shavings from the ground and piled them in a corner. After washing his hands, he came to the small stool in front of the tea table and sat down.

I poured him a cup of tea.

Hu Sansou blew on the tea soup, took a few sips, and asked, "Young man, are you here to find me to solve the mechanism?"

I replied: "Master Hu is brilliant."

Hu Sanshao nodded: "There are many people who come to me to solve the mechanism, but there are really very few people who can sit quietly and watch my shavings."

I replied very frankly: "Master Hu is not shavings, but shaving my heart. Just now Mr. Hu said that I am very angry, and the younger generation does have this problem when someone offends the scars in my heart. Thank you Mr. Hu, today let me I realized what it means to be peaceful and far-reaching."

When Hu Sansiao heard the words, his expression froze for a moment.

Afterwards, he nodded to me appreciatively: "That's right, a child can be taught."

The conversation turned.

Hu Sansao said: "If other people come to solve the mechanism, the old man invites him to drink tea and then sees off the guests. But since you can speak heartfelt words, you must be an extraordinary generation, and the old man is willing to help you. But come There is a rule for the person who solves the mechanism here, do you know?"

This is getting to the point.

Fortunately, I sat dry for nearly two hours before, and said something that satisfied him.

Otherwise, today I don't even have the qualifications to know the rules.

I replied, "Master Hu please enlighten me."

Hu Sanmiao took a sip of tea, turned around and pointed to the three yellow-flower oil pear planers, and said, "When my master passed away ten years ago, he specially left me three yellow-flower oil-pear planers. These three yellow-flower oil-pear planers are One of them, at the place where the planer and the wooden pear connect, is engraved with my master's inheritance honorary name 'Huxin Old Man'"

"Master's last instruction, either the person who comes to solve the mechanism can identify with the naked eye which wood planer has his name engraved in the planer, or I plan a camphor wood every day, wear the planer blade repeatedly, and after the wear, knock it on the iron. And if you go down the front, you will naturally reveal the name hidden in the middle of the planer. If one of the two conditions is met, I can take action to solve the mechanism for others."

"The first condition, in the past ten years, no one in the world has been able to identify it. It's a pity that the old man has no hope for it. As the saying goes, an artist wants to be skilled, and the old man wants to solve problems for others. To meet the second This condition, the old man has been planing for ten years, but he only wears off the blade of three centimeters, which is far from the name of the middle of the planer."

I was suddenly horrified.

No wonder Hu Sanshou planed camphor wood sections every day.

The planer structure consists of a large planer iron in the middle of the wood, and a flat blade under the wood. If the blade is worn out, tap the planer iron on the top to expose the blade, sharpen it on the whetstone, and continue to use it.

Master Hu Sanmiao proposed that the title of "Huxin Old Man" must either be identified by the person who came to solve the mechanism, or be exposed by Hu Sanmiao's natural planing of wood. Only when one of the two conditions is met, Hu Sanmiao can replace others. Solution agency.

He couldn't decide on the former condition, and he had no choice.

The latter condition, with his planing method of planing a camphor tree a day, if the name is hidden deeper, it is estimated that he will not reveal his name until he dies.

People in the rivers and lakes, the teacher's fate is greater than the sky.

No one shall be disobedient.

I asked: "Master Hu, even if I identify it, how can I prove whether my identification is accurate without taking apart the planer?"

Hu Sansiao replied: "After the appraisal, it will naturally be dismantled. But if there are mistakes in the dismantling, my master has said that the appraiser must leave a pair of tricks."

"For this reason, those who have solved the mechanism for many years will give the results of the appraisal, but no one dares to remove the planer to verify."

Leave a pair of eyes? !