Taken aback, Jiang Ping hurriedly pinched the brakes hard, and the bicycle slid forward diagonally for a while, stopping cleanly. Thanks to the fact that this area is full of demolition sites, there are almost no pedestrians on the road. Otherwise, Jiang Ping would be hit by the people behind him if he stopped so suddenly.

However, Jiang Ping didn't care so much at this time, he casually parked the car on the side of the road, and walked like the half-demolished house in a daze.

Prior to this, Jiang Ping had only seen that golden light in the seal hall of the owner of the antique stall, and knew that this color represented the meaning of wealth. He never expected that the same golden light would appear on the roof beams, which was really unexpected.

Ever since he knew that he had a snobbish eye, Jiang Ping had been exploring the mysteries. Now that he has encountered such a strange situation, of course he has to make it clear.

"Why can you see the golden light on the roof beams?" Jiang Ping, who came to the side of the old house, looked up at the thick roof beams, and at the same time thought to himself in his heart: "I don't necessarily say that these two roof beams will make a fortune soon, this is inevitably too ridiculous." ”

The old house was two stories high, and Jiang Ping stood below and looked at it for a long time and found nothing. So he decided to climb up and get a closer look to see what was going on.

Most of the gables of the old house have been knocked out, the roof is gone, and the structure is very unstable. It's still quite dangerous to climb up such a house. However, his thirst for knowledge made Jiang Ping ignore these dangers, and soon followed the crumbling staircase to the second floor of the old house.

Jiang Ping was about to find a way to go up to the roof to take a closer look, when he heard a loud voice from below: "Young man, it's dangerous there, come down quickly!"

Jiang Ping looked back and saw that several men wearing hard hats and overalls were standing not far below. A man in his forties was looking at him nervously, apparently he was talking.

Looking at the dresses of these people, Jiang Ping knew that they were migrant workers who demolished houses. The nervous expressions on the faces of several people made Jiang Ping sigh secretly, knowing that it was impossible to climb up to see if it was impossible.

The middle-aged man who took the lead was still urging Jiang Ping: "This house is dangerous, come down quickly!"

Jiang Ping left the old house under the gaze of the other party, and the middle-aged man who had just landed on his feet pulled him away a few steps and complained: "You little doll is really ignorant, this house is half demolished, it will fall down at any time, what are you doing up there?"

Although the middle-aged man's attitude was not very good, Jiang Ping also understood that he was thinking about his own safety, so it was naturally not good to show the other party's face. However, Jiang Ping really wanted to find out the secret of the roof beam, and he really didn't want to leave like this.

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Ping immediately thought of a solution, and said to the middle-aged man with a smile: "Uncle, in fact, I just want to see those two roof beams." To tell you the truth, I think these two pieces of wood are good, and I want to pay for them, can you help?"

Jiang Ping's words made the middle-aged man interested, he looked at the roof beams of the old house and said, "These two materials are really good, do you really want to buy them?"

Although Jiang Ping didn't know about those two pieces of wood, since he could make the snobs feel something, there must be something unusual. So he didn't hesitate at all, and immediately nodded: "I really want to buy it, you can make a price!"

Seeing that Jiang Ping didn't seem to be joking, the middle-aged man groaned slightly: "Three hundred yuan for two sticks, if you want it, our brothers will help you get it." ”

There are a lot of old houses in this demolition site, most of these houses are brick and wood structures, and some of the houses have thick and long beams, which are indeed very good wood. These migrant workers who are responsible for demolishing houses will also sell the better timber they have demolished to the merchants who come to buy it at a low price, which can also subsidize a little income.

So after being convinced that Jiang Ping really wanted these two pieces of wood, the middle-aged man in the lead offered the price without thinking too much. Of course, this price is a little higher than usual, but this is also quite normal. Who called Jiang Ping wants these two pieces of wood, market demand determines the price.

For Jiang Ping, 300 yuan is also within the scope of bearing. So he didn't hesitate, and immediately took out three hundred-yuan bills from his jacket pocket and said, "Deal!"

"Okay, just wait!" The middle-aged man who received the money immediately became much more enthusiastic, and smiled at Jiang Ping and said, "Let's start work now and get those two pieces of wood down!"

After saying this, the middle-aged man beckoned his companion to climb onto the roof of the old house and soon began to work.

Jiang Ping stood not far away, looking up at the migrant workers busy on the rooftops. He firmly believes that snobbery cannot be mistaken, and there must be something special about these two roof beams, so he is also full of anticipation waiting for the migrant workers to get the roof beams down.

However, it was not easy to remove the heavy beams from the high roof, and the migrant workers were busy for a while before they carried one of them. Before they could stabilize the girder, Jiang Ping couldn't wait to step forward and take a look.

This roof beam is more than five meters long, with a diameter of more than 40 centimeters, and the whole girder is straight, which is also a very good wood. However, Jiang Ping felt that this beam was definitely not just a good piece of wood, otherwise it would not have made the snobs feel it just now.

And how precious a piece of wood is, in addition to the size of the relationship, more important is to see the variety of wood. However, this girder is very old, and the surface is gray, and it is difficult to tell at a glance what kind of tree it is.

Jiang Ping took out the mineral water he had brought to drink on the road, poured some on one end of the girder, and then wiped it vigorously with the cloth used to wipe the bicycle. With Jiang Ping's efforts, the dust accumulated over hundreds of years was gradually wiped away, and the cross-section of the girder was finally revealed.

As can be seen from the cross-section of the girders, the timber is divided into two parts: inside and outside. The white wood part of the outer ring looks very ordinary, while the material about 20 centimeters in diameter from the center of the wood shows a fine reddish-brown color. In addition, the wood in this part is very compact, and if you look closely, you can see a very delicate pattern, which is completely different from the outer part of the wood.

Jiang Ping was also a little surprised by the cross-section of the girder, he was stunned for a moment before taking out the fruit knife he was carrying, cutting a small piece from the center of the wood, and putting it to his nose to smell the wood carefully.

A strong spicy fragrance immediately poured into Jiang Ping's nasal cavity, making him feel refreshed and couldn't help but sneeze twice. However, at this time, Jiang Ping had no time to care about these at all, he gently stroked the dusty beam, his face mixed with joy and incredulity, and he couldn't help muttering: "This...... This is HN Huanghuali, my luck is so good!"