When ten thousand trees met the autumn wind, they naturally turned cool; before the courtyard, a gust carried the fragrance of osmanthus.
The Osmanthus Tree had bloomed. Its rich fragrance filled the tiny courtyard. Moonlight hung overhead, and in the quiet night, frogs croaked in chorus. Zhang Wan coaxed the child to sleep while the sound of sawing wood echoed through the yard.
By the moonlight, Bai Yujun was sawing wood in the courtyard to make a door. She had originally planned to find someone for compensation, but she had found no one. Lately, many villagers were building houses, and all the carpenters were busy. With no other choice, she could only take the field herself and make the wooden door. If the snakes of the Hundred Thousand Mountains learned that one of their kind had actually become a carpenter, who knew how they would feel.
The carpenter snake worked with great care.
In truth, craftsmen were all much the same. What they used was their hearts. So long as one worked with care, even if it came out a little crooked, it did not matter.
Bai Yujun used a carpenter's plane to smooth the boards. After pushing it a few times, she lifted the board before her eyes to check whether it was level, then continued planing. Wood shavings flew everywhere. As she worked, she occasionally flicked the ponytail behind her head so loose strands would not block her vision.
Once the board was smooth, she brought over a long piece of wood and nailed the boards and timber together with a series of clatters...
The night passed amid the din of hammering and knocking.
Bai Yujun had not intended to return. Since she had completed the work Heaven had assigned her, she should have found somewhere else to