When it was time to cook the dishes, he found that there was only one pressure cooker at home, Wang Yong scratched his head, ran out to the third aunt's house a little stupidly, borrowed the pressure cooker from their house, and casually invited their family to come over and try the dishes he had newly developed.

The pressure cooker of the third aunt's house and his family were bought at the same time, and they were also of the same brand. The third aunt still listened to her mother's bewitchment, saying that this thing cooks quickly, saves time and fire, and only then did she spend more than 500 yuan to buy high-end goods.

When Wang Yong directly brought the two pressure cookers to the table in the surprised eyes of everyone, the people at the table immediately criticized it. After Wang Yong opened the lid of the pot, they didn't care about accusing Wang Yong of anything.

The two pots of dishes were eaten by a group of people invited by Wang Yong to try the dishes, and Wang Yong saw it in his heart. It seems that this pressure cooker dish is indeed in line with the taste of northerners, no wonder it was able to set off a trend later!

And the use of pressure cookers to cook this way was immediately accepted by everyone, although this kind of pot is really not cheap, but it saves fire and time, which is still very obvious. At least Liu Biao had eaten the pressure cooker dish and listened to his mother for a while, so he immediately decided to buy one and try it.

Of course, these people also inevitably make irresponsible remarks about the bizarre rules of private restaurants set by Wang Yong. Especially Liu Biao, his eyes widened and he looked Wang Yong up and down for a while, and Wang Yong's heart was hairy.

It's Qin Lang who is really well-informed, this kind of rule that seems very unreasonable to ordinary people is too ordinary for some masters who stand at the pinnacle of culinary skills.

Those who are masters of cooking are not usually what you can ask if you want to. If you don't have any friendship, or your status is not to a certain extent, you can't even see other people's noodles, let alone eat a meal cooked by others.

The masters of the state banquet he knew were in their own hotels. That's pretty much the word. Usually, even the big boss of the hotel is carefully served, for fear of angering the old man, and people will stop doing it.

Not only now, but also those imperial chefs in ancient times, which one is not bullish? If you want someone to cook a meal for you, the price is definitely not something that ordinary people can afford. Many times, it really depends on the mood of the person, and it is a matter of luck!

"You're a little bit unusual. As far as I know, there are several of them in the capital. Generally speaking, reservations are required. And there are only a few tables a day, which is similar to Wang Yong's getting this. ”

Qin Lang's words, Wang Hai and Liu Biao still believed it very much, but it was precisely because they believed it that they were extremely surprised. Is this the case with the people in the city today? Isn't this a cheap skin? Why can't you have a meal?

If you go to have a meal, you will be called to make a reservation first, and then you are not allowed to order, and the price is even more expensive, who spends money to buy this gas? Isn't it just a meal, no matter how good your cooking skills are. No matter how delicious it is, it is just to fill the stomach, and it can also cure diseases and strengthen the body, and prolong life?

If you don't understand, you don't understand. But since Qin Lang said that this kind of hotel business model has existed for a long time, then they can't say anything. After all, Wang Yong had a criminal record before, and everyone was not optimistic, but the final results often proved that he was correct.

The rules of private cuisine have come to an end this time. Wang Hai didn't make a fuss anymore. It's just that I still can't accept this way in my heart, so I just can't be out of sight and out of mind, and directly throw everything in the private restaurant to Wang Yong to deal with. He just left it alone.

When Liu Biao came over for dinner, he was followed by a three-wheeled agricultural vehicle, and he really pulled Wang Yong over a wooden bookshelf that he didn't know where to get it.

This bookshelf was quite heavy, and it took three strong laborers plus Liu Biao, Wang Hai and Wang Yong's third aunt to reluctantly move it off the car and put it in the house. You must know that it is only more than two meters tall, and at most one and a half meters wide.

After the meal, Wang Yong had time to carefully take a large number of this tall, quaint bookcase.

Who knew that this look immediately came to a big surprise. Taking the opportunity to wipe the thick layer of dust off the bookshelf with a rag, I took a closer look. The final result made him a little unable to believe his guesses.

Sandalwood! And it is also the most precious red sandalwood!

As for what big leaves and small leaves, he really doesn't understand. The reason why I guess that this is the material of sandalwood is because of the popular science of the antique web novels that Taobao picked up in my mind.

Whether it is the most precious red sandalwood or not, it is enough to make Wang Yong extremely happy. If this thing is left out for another ten years, it will be worth a lot! It is not an exaggeration to say that such a large piece of red sandalwood can be said to be a national treasure!

But how could this thing end up in a small and remote place like theirs? Haven't you heard of any big officials, tycoons and the like in this place?

I heard that since modern times, the largest local official was still in the early years of the Republic of China, and it is said that there was a brigade commander of the Northeast Army in a village in Liuzhuang Town.

Later, the brigade commander left the army because of his wounds and returned to his hometown to retire. Could it be that Uncle Biao bought it from his descendants?

With questions, Wang Yong couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Biao, where did you get this bookshelf?" ”

"Huh? This is what we collected in our village, and we were going to split it and burn it, but I just heard about it, so I got it for you. ”

"Huh?"

Wang Yong glanced at this well-made sandalwood bookshelf, but he was a little happy. Luckily! If I had said it a day later, I am afraid I would not have seen this thing.

"Do you like it? He also has one there, saying that it is a shelf for miscellaneous items, and I think it is similar to this, but it is not a bookshelf and I don't want it. If you like it, I'll give him a call and ask him to keep it for me. The kid said that the wood was so heavy that it must be forbidden, and he thought about splitting it and keeping it for burning the kang in winter! ”

"Keep it! Let him keep it for me! ”

Wang Yong was anxious, just kidding, this is very likely to be red sandalwood, if you want to buy it in another ten years, you have to weigh it in kilograms, and the real price is better than gold!

"You call and have someone send it to me immediately, I like these old furniture!"

Under Wang Yong's urging, Liu Biao did not delay, took out his mobile phone and made a call. Then, within an hour, a museum shelf of the same material was placed in front of Wang Yong.

Loser! Suspected of red sandalwood's old furniture, that bastard is going to chop it for firewood? If this is known to those who know the industry, even if you don't get angry, you will vomit blood in anger!

It is estimated that if he knows the value of this red sandalwood in the future, he will have to vomit blood for a few days in anger.

After all, these two may seem to him to have nothing special except for the sinking point, and the wooden shelves are exchanged for money, and he can't make so much money for a lifetime of tatters.

Rosewood, especially the small-leaved rosewood, was already a luxury item worth 10,000 gold in the Ming and Qing dynasties. And not only domestic. This is especially true abroad.

It is said that there was a five-inch model of a red sandalwood coffin in front of Napoleon's burial place, and everyone who saw it at the time was amazed that it was an absolute rarity.

But it wasn't until a missionary came to China later that they found that all the red sandalwood in the world was here. So he bought more and transported it back to China, becoming the first treasure that nobles and wealthy merchants rushed to buy.

And the two things that Wang Yong got were all made of large materials, rather than patchwork with small materials, which is particularly precious. Wang Yong estimated that it should be made of a huge piece of rosewood.

Of course. Even the most precious Indian rosewood from time to time, even if it is a relatively worthless African rosewood, its value far exceeds the price that Liu Biao bought from the tattered point.

After all, people bought it as rags, and people from this village came to buy it. Even if it is a little more hard work, how can there be much money? Wang Yong didn't ask in detail, but he also knew that compared to its true value, it was definitely low and pitiful.

"Baby!"

After everyone was gone, Wang Yong took a brand new cotton towel. Gently wipe the dust that falls from the bookshelf. As the dust was wiped away, it immediately revealed a bright red as purple wood, and there was a trace of Venus flashing!

"This is definitely a treasure!" Wang Yong's eyes widened. I was fascinated by what I saw.

This kind of thing is definitely not something that can be owned by small people and widows, it should be a precious thing that only the royal family, at least high-ranking officials and dignitaries!

"So lucky!"

Thinking that it was almost chopped into firewood, Wang Yong's heart trembled. You know, even in this day and age, how can two things of this size be worth eighteen million, right?

Rosewood is a very magical thing in the legends of the rivers and lakes, what is good luck to dispel evil, ward off evil spirits and help luck, what calms the mind and awakens, helps sleep and so on.

In the past, even if Wang Yong was suspicious, he couldn't confirm it in person. Well, this time, I have two such large rosewood furniture at home, so let's try to see if it helps me sleep tonight!

Anyway, I've been thinking a little too much lately, and I have to dream every night, and when I wake up in the morning, I feel tired, I don't want to get up at all, and I want to sleep a little longer. Originally, I wanted to get some walnuts to replenish my brain, but now I'm okay, let's try to see if this thing is as magical as the legend says!

"Jingle bell—"

A piercing phone rang interrupted Wang Yong's reverie, he frowned, who is this, disturbing himself to appreciate such beautiful, noble and elegant antique furniture, it's really, so annoying!

I have the intention to ignore him, but the phone on the table is called endlessly, quite like if I keep ringing for you if you don't answer the phone.

"Who's you?"

"Oh, who messed with our little God of Wealth again?" A slightly tired voice came from the other end of the phone, and Wang Yong instantly heard the identity of the person on the other end of the phone.

"Uncle Liu, you can call my dad, he went to the farm, if you can't get through to his mobile phone, you can call the farm office directly and ask them to call you."

"Hehe, I'm not looking for him, I'm looking for you."

"Looking for me?"

"Yes, I'm looking for you! Or is it about Li Lao, how did you find out? Did you find anything? ”

Wang Yong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and instantly thought of what was going on.

"Uncle Liu, my third master won't even let me in, how can I check? There are a lot of gossips in the village, why don't I learn from you? ”

"Come on, come on, forget it. I called to tell you that Mr. Li is ready to settle in Wangjiazhuang, which can be regarded as a return to the roots! When he is completely recovered, he will return to your Wangjiazhuang to settle down. If something happens, you'll have to take care of it! ”

Wang Yong pouted when he heard it, what is it? No matter where you talk about it, it's not your turn to take care of others, right? Shouldn't I say this to my father or to Secretary Zhao? Tell me what's it?

Wang Yong, who was still thinking about his baby rosewood furniture, simply pretended to have heard it wrong and replied:

"Okay! Isn't it just that the old man wants to return to his roots when he is old, don't worry, I will definitely convey your words to my dad and let him follow them! That's it, go ahead and get busy with your business! ”

"Click-"

As soon as he put the phone down, Wang Yong forgot about it, ran to the bookshelf again with great interest, and carefully wiped it with a dry towel. (To be continued......)

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