Transmigrated & Triumphant: Defying Destiny's Chosen One Chapter 489 - 40: All of You, Go to School2

Knitting sweaters can be taught, right?

She, she can also pay a tuition fee!

But Daya thought of her own salary, and also recalled the promise of giving two years’ salary to Juhua, and made a silent determination at this mont—

The promise has been made, but she hasn’t learned enough yet, she can’t just waste the money.

So, from now on, every ti she sends money, she’ll write to ask Duoduo questions!

For example, she hasn’t mastered pleating and trimming lace yet...

...

When Chu River dragged the cart into the house, Da Dan eagerly ca up—

"Aunt!"

Daya also happily stopped the sewing machine and filled a basin with water for Chu River: "Aunt, wipe your sweat first."

All the while spinning around him like a top: "Aunt, your clothes are worn out. Let take so asurents and make you new clothes."

Chu River waved his hand: "No need to asure, I’m still growing. Make the clothes bigger, to fit... to fit soone 1.8 ters tall!"

Daya: ...

What a dilemma!

She. After making clothes for so long, she can instantly tell soone’s approximate height, and Aunt is barely 1.6 ters tall now.

1.8 ters...

But Da Dan already agreed enthusiastically: "I think so too. You used to lack nutrition and did a lot of work. Now that we’re here, I’ll cook for you every day to replenish you, and we’ll do the work. You’ll definitely grow fast."

Daya. Her eyes flashed with bewildernt, but eting Da Dan’s gaze, she agreed too.

"Okay, I’ll make it now."

Making it to 1.8 ters is impossible, but Da Dan has a point. Aunt is still growing. If the clothes fit too perfectly, they would be wasted.

Might as well compromise, make it to fit 1.7 ters, fold and sew the long parts, and let them out as she grows...

Perfect!

Daya happily went back inside.

Yun Baoni was amazed, thought for a mont, and asked: "Auntie, no, Auntie-in-law, what can I do?"

Daya. Too quick with her sewing, besides pressing the fabric flat with a hot water bottle, Baoni had nothing else to do.

Chu River was not shy at all: "Just in ti, there’s work to be done. Co on, Baoni, Da Dan, co over!"

"Baoni, cut every shape drawn on these newspapers along the lines for , not a single mistake, can you do it?"

Baoni nodded: "I can!"

Although he moved slowly, he rarely made mistakes, and now he was very confident, feeling greatly relieved.

And Da Dan’s task was to clean the pile of old chains brought in, re-oil them, and press down any uneven spots on the scrap tal.

Da Dan: Alright!

Chu River handed out tasks and then rembered the small parts he had ordered from the carpenter, and hurried out again.

The day after tomorrow they have to be done, ti is a bit tight, he has to rush them.

...

The carpenter’s house was in a village by the foot of the mountain, where there was a commune with four big teams, living by the mountains and by the water, a way of life passed down through generations.

Officials from the military district often ca to barter for living supplies, woven mats, and carpenter work there. Though business was no longer legal, they could help relatives and friends in exchange for small gifts without repercussions.

When Chu River arrived, the three carpenter brothers were working in the cool of the yard, sweating profusely.

This was a big order! They had to do their best!

Seeing Chu River arrive, the eldest brother’s wife hurried to greet him:

"Oh my, Teacher Chu, your tables aren’t done yet."

Despite not needing fancy designs, just four legs and a flat surface would do, things still had to be treated with tung oil for preservation and sanded smooth.

These delicate tasks the carpenters couldn’t keep up with, and now the won at ho were handling them while the carpenters sawed planks.

Three bunk beds, two long tables, five stools, and a few wooden racks...

The bunk beds just needed sanding and oiling, the stools were ready as they required little effort.

The two long tables were simple and ranked last in urgency, so they were left till the end.

The brothers had worked under kerosene lamp light into the night.

They were almost done.

Chu River was quite pleased, and rembering Daya’s sewing machine, wanted to add another table, wider and longer, for laying out fabrics.

This one wasn’t urgent, so the carpenter brothers heaved a sigh of relief.

But Chu River wasn’t there just for these three beds, he was there for—