When Jiang Zhou wanted to call Guan Xiangfeng, it was too late.

"Master, don't worry, I'll call him. Qiu Xiaoye rushed to the door with long legs, but when he looked up, he saw that the red boy was holding a machete in his hand, about to slash at a bright chair like jasper, and almost subconsciously shouted: "Don't!"

"This ...... What are you doing here? Fan Qing, tell them not to shout in the monastery. Jiang Zhou said.

Fan Qing nodded and immediately ran over.

For Fan Qing, Jiang Zhou is still relieved, relatively speaking, he is much more stable, but ......

"Stop!" Fan Qing yelled, Jiang Zhou was completely dumbfounded, what happened in this backyard? The three apprentices turned out to be like this? However, his legs and feet were inconvenient, he couldn't see it even if he wanted to, so he could only try to stretch his neck to look inside, but unfortunately, the angle problem, he couldn't see anything!

So Jiang Zhou was anxious: "Fan Qing, what did you see? Take me over." ”

Fan Qing then remembered what he was here for, and said that he wanted to stop them from shouting, why did he shout too? The old face turned red, Fan Qing hurriedly ran back with Guan Xiangfeng, and Qiu Xiaoye stared at the red boy as if he was looking at the enemy who killed his father......

Guan Xiangfeng said while carrying Jiang Zhou: "Teacher, don't you know, there is an excellent little chair in the yard, and a bear child is about to split the chair! It's too much! I didn't hold back, so I shouted out......"

Jiang Zhou looked at Fan Qing, and Fan Qing smiled bitterly: "I'm ...... too"

While talking, several people came to the main entrance, Jiang Zhou saw Fang Zheng sitting under the Bodhi tree at a glance, dressed in white, and just about to say something, his eyes fell on the chair lying on the ground, and the red boy who raised the butcher knife high and was about to split the chair. This knife is paired with this chair, and the picture is too strong!

Jiang Zhou only glanced at it, and his eyes straightened, this chair is a jade-like chair in the eyes of others, the texture is clear and natural, and it is very beautiful! But in his eyes, what he sees is a ghostly skill! Every part of this bamboo is cut or chiseled, or cut according to the natural conditions of the bamboo, so it will look extremely pleasing to the eye, not like it is artificially carved, as if it is naturally generated. This is easy to say, but there are only a handful of people in the world who can do this! And these people, who will spend time and waste materials to make a chair? Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that this chair is definitely one of the most extravagant chairs...... Materials are valuable, skills are hard to find, and if materials are priceless, then they are really priceless......

And this chair has been broken by someone! It will be split!

At this moment, Jiang Zhou finally understood why the students yelled out of faux pas, if it was him, he would also yell!

"Donor, do you have something to do?" Fang Zheng wondered, why did he get something, and someone came to make trouble? Before, someone shouted when he split a bamboo, and now he is splitting a broken chair, and someone is shouting...... What is this for? Heaven is it?

"Master Fangzheng, I'm sorry, we just lost our temper, it's just ...... What is the little mage of Pure Heart doing?" Jiang Zhou looked away, and then he saw that there were several more chairs, benches, and a table in the courtyard, but these objects looked similar, but the techniques were different, and the styles were different, but it could be seen that every knife on it was very exquisite, not ordinary tables and chairs made of rough and rotten pieces.

Even Jiang Zhou, who is accustomed to seeing big scenes, can't help but say in his heart - extravagant!

"Oh, this chair has broken the poor monk's disciples, and it is useless to keep it, and they are ready to split the fire. Fang Zheng said as a matter of course. Of course, Fang Zheng knew that Hanzhu was a good thing, but for him, except for eating it when he was young, and making tables, chairs and benches when he was old, there was no other use, and if he didn't burn it, what was he doing?

"Split the fire?!" Jiang Zhou, Qiu Xiaoye, Fan Qing, and Guan Xiangfeng screamed at the same time, their eyes widened, and their eyes looked as if Fang Zheng had killed their parents.

"It's all broken, why don't you keep it without a fire?" The red boy also wondered, this bamboo may be good, but in their place, even if it is a better bamboo, what is so rare? As for the workmanship of the chair, his master made a bunch of them in the morning, and what about throwing a handful?

Lone wolves, squirrels, and monkeys all think so, and in their eyes, it's worthless!

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Zhou's master and apprentice tried hard not to let their anger burst out, after all, this is someone else's thing, how do people deal with it, they outsiders are really not qualified to say too much.

Jiang Zhou said: "Master Fangzheng, the materials and workmanship of this chair are all first-class, which is a good thing that is difficult to buy outside. I just chopped the firewood, but it's a pity ......"

Fang Zheng was stunned and said, "It's very valuable?"

"Of course, the workmanship of this chair is only a few simple knives, but each knife falls where it should fall, and follows the natural trend of the bamboo. And there is not a single nail or other foreign object in the whole body of this chair, and the whole thing is put there, and what you know is artificial, and those who don't know think that it naturally grows like this. Such a good thing is not very valuable, but it is very valuable! It is very easy to take it out and sell it for more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan! If it is an old object, and then it comes from the hands of a famous artist, it will be even more valuable. Jiang Zhou said.

"That's it......" Fang Zheng nodded, and asked the system in his heart: "System, you see that our craft is so valuable, can you sell it?"

"How can Buddhist craftsmanship be used to sell for money? Can you have a higher vision?"

Fang Zheng smiled bitterly: "We don't need to make money, donate it, do good deeds, it's always okay?"

"That's a good idea, but no! The system has given you a craft that surpasses the world's top masters, which is already excessive, and you still make it out and sell it? You are not doing good in itself, but destroying the industry, destroying those who are really sticking to this art with their lives. How many people can you help with the money you sell?How many people will you destroy if you destroy an industry?Do you still think it's good?" the system asked.

Fang Zheng was dumbfounded......

The system continued: "For this chair, it will take at least one or two months for the top craftsmen to complete it from the selection and analysis of materials, to the production of the hand. How many can you make in a day?"

Fang Zheng was silent and said with a wry smile: "I see, it's me who thinks things too simply. ”

Seeing that Fang Zheng was silent, Guan Xiangfeng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in his heart: "It's still a great teacher, in a word, this monk seems to be interested in money! Damn, I knew this was the case, when I came up, I said that I would use money to buy cold bamboo, wouldn't I have everything? How can I use such a twist and turn...... It's a big loss!"