Yu Asheng's life as a carpenter was not ideal.
Now that it was a war, not many villagers were willing to spend their spare money to make furniture. And those old men from the city did not like the things Yu Asheng made.
"But I've also become a familiar face."
Jiang Ming rolled up his pants and squatted in the yard. He took an ink brush and an ink bucket calmly, made a mark on the wooden board, drank a mouthful of black tea, picked up a chisel, and began to work.
It had been more than half a month since he became Carpenter Yu Asheng. Although his business was not good, he still had some minor jobs to do. In addition, he fixed the furniture for his neighbors for free on a daily basis, so he also managed to build a good reputation.
Jiang Ming was now a second-class martial artist.