‘Wood carving--mark, maker Zhuang Jingjiang, material: boxwood roots’

This is the result of the identification technique. Fang Shi just felt that the thing in front of him was not simple, and might leave a spiritual mark. The identification technique did not disappoint Fang Shi. The identification technique was not necessarily magic tools or props. As long as there was a strong mental mark, the identification technique could be used.

This wood carving is obviously the product of Uncle Zhuang's blood condensation, so the mental power mark was deeply engraved on this tree stump and was read out by Fang Shi. Fang Shi estimated that other works should have mental power marks to a greater or lesser extent, but Fang Shi's mental power is limited and cannot be tested one by one.

"Xiao Fang, what do you think of this wooden stake?"

"It's pretty good, like a book full of stories, it's hard to read!"

"Haha..." Uncle Zhuang laughed proudly: "Okay, okay, it's not in vain to be able to see the story. I have worked hard on it. The world in everyone's eyes is different, and everyone's stories are also different. I once lived in my heart, like the poison of heart-eating, like the roots of the tree covered with wind and frost. Now my heart is like a green swallow in the clouds, and the story on the roots has become a story. I have a pot of tea and I never get tired of watching it."

Jiang Dazhi was dizzy when he heard this. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the stump for a long time. The stump was still a stump.

"Uh, Uncle Zhuang, where is the story?"

Uncle Zhuang pointed Jiang Dazhi's big head: "Of course the story is here."

Fang Shi curled his lips and smiled, straightened his waist and said, "Dazhi, do you look at the mountains or the mountains? Or is it the mountains that look at the mountains?"

"What you mean is that you just look at the mountains or not?"

"Well, that's right, looking at mountains is not mountains. So I saw a lot of interesting things. Seeing every trace on it, you can think of this big tree once standing somewhere, looking at the changing world around you, feeling the wind, thunder, rain, and dew, feeling the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, and then I was also infected, like reading a fascinating good book, that's all."

Jiang Dazhi punched his hand and made a crisp sound: "I'll just say it. How could a person like me, who is very wise, not see the story above? It turns out that I have crossed the realm of seeing mountains is not mountains, and reached the highest realm of seeing mountains or mountains. Brother, you are out of date, work hard!"

"Bang!"

"Ouch!"

Jiang Dazhi covered the back of his head again, and Uncle Zhuang shook his head helplessly.

"Xiao Fang, how about the things here?"

"good!"

Uncle Zhuang smiled and said only one word of comment, which seemed quite perfunctory. Yes, it was just perfunctory. But Uncle Zhuang was not unhappy. The works here were all from Uncle Zhuang's hands. He knew the level of the works. Fang Shi was only interested in his last work, which made Uncle Zhuang very happy. Compared with this tree stump, other things are indeed not worth mentioning. Fang Shi casually said good words, which is a very good review.

If Uncle Zhuang knew that Fang Shi could not tell the artistic value of the work at all, he just found something he was interested in based on the strength of the work's aura. I wonder if he could be happy?

Uncle Zhuang happily took the two to another studio. The area here was smaller, only twenty or thirty square meters, with two shelves against the wall, and wood of various shapes was placed on it. Some had been made into wooden squares, some were logs in segments, some were tree roots and branches, and some even were connected to the bark.

The other shelf is full of tools, arranged neatly, with sets of them open and names written on it.

There is a large workbench in the middle of the house, with four stools placed next to it, and there are vises, fixtures and turntables on the workbench. The whole room was cleaned up.

"This is where I teach students, but now there are very few students coming, and I teach everything I need to teach."

Uncle Zhuang’s words were a little emotional and a little regretful. I think he actually likes to teach his disciples very much, but how many people are willing to learn wood carving now?

"Uncle Zhuang, are you not planning to open the door and accept disciples now?"

"Haha, I have never accepted apprentices. These students were students who taught in college before. They were determined to learn, but I have no reason not to teach. Now that I have retired, who would come to find an old carpenter to become a disciple?"

Fang Shi smiled. Some people must have wanted to become disciples, but there are probably not many who have the courage to come to the door.

There is nothing good in this studio. There are not many ready-made works. It should be a few that Uncle Zhuang thought were still acceptable to stay for several years. The names of the producers were written under these works. Fang Shi really saw the name of Xie Mingfeng. Xie Mingfeng's works are simple and elegant, focusing on meaning but not on form. The most important thing is to understand at a glance that his design is quite commercial, and the key point of this design is that it is suitable for large-scale manufacturing.

Fang Shi looked around and was no longer interested. Instead, he was very interested in the wood placed on another shelf. The wood that could be placed here by Uncle Zhuang was definitely not the kind of goods that could only burn firewood.

Seeing Fang Shi was very interested in looking at the wood on the shelf, Uncle Zhuang introduced it enthusiastically.

"This is a piece of jujube wood, with a hard and dense texture and clear texture. It is a good material for carving. However, it is best not to use this when you first learn how to carve. It is better to practice with elm."

Fang Shi nodded. He didn't want to learn carving, even though Uncle Zhuang was tempting him inside and outside.

"Where is this one?"

Fang Shi picked up a piece of wood without bark. The wood was black and looked like coal, and it was awkward to pick it up.

"This is a sinking wood, which is something that is buried underground and isolated from the air and squeezed by the soil layer for a long time. This wood was originally a nanmu. After a long period of deep burial, it is somewhat carbonized and has a very high hardness, but it is a bit brittle. It is more skillful to carve. Look at the cross section, there are some spots on the cross section, which means it was originally a golden nanmu, and it is considered a noble among wood."

Fang Shi seemed to be very interested in sitting on this wood. The wood has a thin arm, half an arm long, and is heavy in his hand. More importantly, this thing emits a faint fragrance and a refreshing Yang Gang aura. This is a good thing!

He felt this comfortable breath carefully. Fang Shi held this thing and refused to let go. Jiang Dazhi immediately became thoughtful.

"Stone. Is this a good thing?"

"Ah? Well, it's a good thing, and of course it's a good thing that can make people feel refreshed."

"Sure, why can't I feel it?"

Lao Zhuang also looked at Fangshi very curiously. This piece of wood has been left here for several years. Why didn’t he think this wood can make people feel refreshed?

Fang Shi smiled: "Have you heard of the divine object being self-deprecating?"

Jiang Dazhi shook his head, and Lao Zhuang nodded thoughtfully: "I have heard of this, and it is written in many ancient books. It is just an objective law of the self-preservation instinct of living things and the retention of things."

"Yes, if good things cannot be hidden, wouldn't they have been discovered long ago? Therefore, the self-destructive divine objects should be said to be self-destructive divine objects that will come into your hands."

Jiang Dazhi curled his lips contemptuously: "It's just a language game, it's just that no one has discovered it, and then you picked up a miss! It's so ridiculous, who are you fooling me?"

Fang Shi smiled, took the piece of sunken wood in his hand, walked to the window, opened the blinds on the window, and the sunlight was unscrupulously cast in. Fang Shi placed the wood in the sunlight on the window sill, and then retreated aside.

"Stone. What mystery are you doing?"

"Shh! Wait patiently."

Uncle Zhuang looked at the black Shenmu in the sun in confusion, then looked at Fang Shi with an unfathomable smile on his face, and pulled Xiao Mingming to sit down on the stool beside the table. Xiao Mingming also looked at the wood curiously, with an expectant look on his face, his heart pounding, and there was a stimulating feeling that a monster would suddenly jump out of the wood.

Jiang Dazhi also swallowed, staring at Chen Mu without making a sound. After a while, Jiang Dazhi suddenly sniffed hard: "Huh? What's the fragrance? It smells so good!"

Fang Shi turned to Uncle Zhuang: "Uncle Zhuang, how do you feel?"

"This is the fragrance of nanmu, no, it's a little different, it seems to have... Yes, it has the smell of sunshine, just like the smell on the quilt that just dried up, making people feel refreshed and relaxed."

"Look, I say this is a good thing. This piece of sinking wood is about 30 cm. Uncle Zhuang, you are an expert. If you cut and pick up materials vertically and carve them into pendants, how many can you make?"

“About twenty or so.”

Fang Shi looked at Jiang Dazhi with a smile: "Dazhi, go and see the pendants in the Feng Shui product store. What is the price of any item that is bright and practical? "

"Don't you know better this...you just tell me."

"Well, one million will not be lower than this price! Now you know the value of this thing. In fact, it is not accurate to measure this thing with money. These things can be exchanged for more favors, and it is difficult to measure it with money."

"Hiss!" Jiang Dazhi took a breath. If Fang Shi hadn't deliberately fooled him, the value of this piece of wood would be absolutely amazingly high.

"This is worth tens of millions? Damn, it's up to my father's struggle for half his life."

Uncle Zhuang looked at the piece of sunken wood curiously. He didn't expect that this piece of stuff that had been thrown in the studio for several years was so valuable. He was not as excited as Jiang Dazhi. Lao Zhuang's son was successful and was doing well in the wooden crafts and antique industries. Tens of millions are indeed not a small number, but it is nothing in front of Lao Zhuang. The key is that Lao Zhuang is not short of money. What's the point of giving him more money?

"Will this thing emit these odors be emitted in the sun?"

Fang Shi smiled and shook his head: "It's not a smell, it doesn't have this effect. Odor is just a by-product. What really works is a kind of 'qi', which we call it the yanggang Qi. This qi is beneficial to the human body. It is very beneficial to the human body to be bathed in this breath."

Jiang Dazhi's eyes suddenly widened. What are the rich people most afraid of? Yes, they are afraid of death! The value of this thing is really not an ordinary big one. What Fang Shi said just now is not exaggerated at all, and it is even too conservative! (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

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