"Don't rush to eat yet, dig it out. The old village chief commanded.

No one could eat at ease, so it took half an hour for everyone to dig out the stakes completely, leaving a big hole.

Zhang Fan picked up a piece of dug root, and asked the villagers to transport the rest back to the village to hide.

"Okay, you don't have to worry about this matter, you can take it and ask if it's worth it. The old village chief said.

I don't expect Zhang Fan to help much if he stays here, as a coolie, there is not much more of him in the village, and there is no less of him. As long as Zhang Fan can find a way and sell the dug wooden stakes at a high price, it will be a great merit for the village.

Carrying the wooden root, Zhang Fan went out on one of the villagers' motorcycles.

There are not many people who can be contacted, Chen Baoli, Zhou Yuhang and Wang Feihong know many people, maybe there is a way in this regard. He first called Chen Baoli, after all, he knew him best.

"Gloomy wood, good thing, don't make a show of it yet, you brought it here, I know a friend who plays with this kind of thing. Chen Baoli said to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan was overjoyed, and the coincidence of the incident surprised him.

In fact, he can also take it to a special appraisal agency. But in that case, others will know about it, and it is not safe, in case the person from the appraisal agency notifies the relevant departments, won't it be confiscated in the name of the state?

He called his uncle Zhang Liye and told him that he would not go back tonight, and that he would pay attention to watering the strawberries and so on.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Fan and Chen Baoli converged. Chen Baoli took him to meet a master who played carving, a wood carver who was a little famous inside and outside the province.

Chen Baoli took the piece of wood root, looked at it for a while, and gave it to Zhang Fan: "I don't understand it very well, but it looks very good." ”

The wood carver they wanted to meet was called Yang Xianyi, who was now close to sixty years old, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and his carving skills were amazing. In other people's words, even if Master Yang can't see with his eyes, the carving is still so lifelike and superb.

"Is Old Yang free?" Outside the door, Chen Baoli asked a young man.

That young man is a disciple of Yang Lao, and it is said that he has obtained five points of inheritance, and he is considered a person with some ability.

"My master is not busy right now, is there anything wrong with you?" the young man asked.

He had no impression of Chen Baoli, and he didn't know how many people came to the door every year to ask for carved products, but who remembered it so clearly? However, since the people who came to the door were not ordinary people, he could not be offended, and he maintained a certain degree of politeness.

"We have some materials, and we want Yang Lao to help identify them. Chen Baoli also said straight to the point.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Can you show me first?"

His master has been suffering from the lack of good materials recently, and if these two people have the best carved materials, it will be really good. With the development of commerce, the precious wood is becoming less and less.

Zhang Fan took out the roots of the tree and handed them over.

When the young man saw it, his eyes changed slightly, he was a person with a little knowledge, and he saw through the identity of this material at a glance.

"Gloomy wood?" he exclaimed.

In ancient times, gloomy wood was a royal property and was very rare. There is a joke that during the Republic of China, Yuan Shikai's descendants wanted to make a coffin made of gloomy wood for Yuan Shikai, but they searched all over the country and failed to do so, which shows the preciousness of gloomy wood.

"Eyesight, that's right!" Zhang Fan nodded.

The young man immediately became a lot more respectful: "Please come inside, follow me inside!"

Although the gloomy wood in the hand is not the gloomy wood of the most precious and rare golden silk nanmu, the gloomy wood of camphor wood is also rare.

The gloomy wood of camphor wood is quite similar to the green gloomy wood of golden silk nanmu, but it is easy to distinguish that even if the camphor wood is buried deep in the soil for thousands of years, the strong smell of camphor cannot be dispersed.

He remembered that last year, he and his master went to see a piece of gloomy wood, which was camphor wood, which weighed about eight tons, and the other party dared to quote more than 9 million.

In other words, a ton of material is almost a million, which is more than half cheaper than the gloomy wood of Jin Sinan.

As he walked, he tentatively asked, "Dude, how much material is there?"

Zhang Fan thought about it and estimated the weight of the stake: "There may be more than a ton!"

When you go inside, you can see all kinds of wood, wood carvings, furniture, and the like. Zhang Fan: They also soon met the wood carving master Yang Lao.

Yang Lao also had no impression of Chen Baoli, and his inquiring expression made Chen Baoli's face flash with embarrassment.

"Little brother has been here?"

Chen Baoli smiled bitterly: "A year ago, I asked you for a string of beads. ”

As he spoke, he exposed his wrist and displayed a string of Buddhist beads in front of everyone's eyes.

Yang Lao glanced twice, it was indeed his own handwriting, and said with a smile: "The old man has a bad memory, come, let's sit down and drink tea." ”

Having said that, his eyes looked at the root in Zhang Fan's hand, the gloomy wood of the camphor tree, and it seemed that the degree of carbonization was still a little high.

"Just dug up?" he looked at Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan raised his thumb: "Elder Yang has good eyesight, and it has been less than half a day since he dug it out." You look at it and see if it's worth it. By the way, I also took pictures. ”

After handing the root over, he turned on his phone again and clicked on the photo to show them.

The young man poured tea for everyone, and then leaned over to look at the photo, which was a large tree stump. However, most of them are tree roots, and there are not many parts that can really be made into large objects.

"First of all, this is a section of the gloomy wood of the camphor tree, which is much worse than the gloomy wood of the golden silk nan. I took a look, and the degree of carbonization is quite high, not bad. However, looking at the photos you took, it is not very realistic to make furniture from that material, and you can only make some carved products and the like. Yang Lao analyzed.

"Old Yang, how is the current market?" asked Chen Baoli for Zhang Fan.

The young man replied: "If the market price is concerned, it is about one million per ton. However, you are mainly the root part of the tree, and the price can only be given for more than half of it. ”

Yang Lao nodded: "In addition, it has just been dug up, and the relevant departments have strictly investigated, and the price has dropped again." 400,000 to 500,000 tons of goods!"

Zhang Fan did not hesitate, he could deal with it as soon as possible, don't wait, there are many dreams at night.

So, he asked directly: "Elder Yang, do you need it?"

Yang Lao smiled: "I am a wood carver, and I want good wood." If you transfer it to me, how about I buy it directly at a unit price of 500,000 yuan?"

"Okay, but the shipping may have to trouble you. ”

The young man immediately nodded: "No problem, where is the wood?" We can send a car over immediately." ”

Zhang Fan looked at the time, and it was dark without returning to the village.

"Tomorrow, even though it's in the city, it's relatively remote. ”

After discussing this, they chatted for a while and drank tea. It wasn't until Yang Lao had another guest who came to the door that Zhang Fan and the others said goodbye and left. Chen Baoli took Zhang Fan to his house for the night.

Once born, twice cooked!

Chen Baoli and Zhang Fan are also relatively familiar with each other, and Chen Baoli naturally has to do his best to be a landlord.

Zhang Fan knew that everyone in the village was waiting, so he made a phone call and went back to report.