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He didn’t smile for six months.

He used to throw stones at nearby houses for fun. Honestly, he was a bit of a troublemaker.

According to Genla, the first step is to create a connection.

“Sanji! To be honest, I’m pissed off too. Let’s throw stones together.”

The boy’s eyes widened. “Wait? monks can throw stones?”

“Sanji! While I throw, keep watch and make sure no one’s coming!”

Timing it just right, Genla threw a stone.

“Hey! Who’s there?!”

They were caught.

Quickly, the two of them hid behind a rock.

“Sanji! Listen?this stays between us, okay?”

And then?he laughed.

He laughed like he was making up for years of silence.

That was the moment he found his heart again, and from then on, he became a full member of the community.

By the way, this happened a long time ago?so it’s safe to say the statute of limitations has expired.

He grew into a kind and gentle young man.

The two girls who came with him from the village also flourished.

They became smart and capable.

One of them ranked second in the state and earned a scholarship to attend a top university.

But he, Sanji, didn’t like studying.

“I guess it’s time to decide what I want to be,” he said.

“I want to become a carpenter.”

“Oh, that’s a great choice,” said Genla.

At Jhamtse Gatsal, there’s a workshop where carpenters are always building something.

It’s cheaper to make things than to buy them.

But to work there, you first have to become a proper craftsman.

So Genla sent him out to apprentice.

He left, full of enthusiasm?for two years.

One day, he returned.

“I’m not cut out to be a carpenter… I quit.”

“Sanji! Then what will you do?”

“It’s okay. I’ve thought about it. I’m going to be a plasterer.”

“That’s great. Go ahead.”

Once again, he left, full of energy.

But a year later, he returned.

“I hate plastering.”

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