PS: Today's first update, the top six are in sight, ask for three monthly tickets to poke the chrysanthemum in front. Hey, hey, it's evil.

Pay the money with one hand and pick up the goods with the other. With the help of the villagers, Fang Yuan carried the huge tree roots onto the truck, then waved goodbye to everyone, and then drove the driver to the direction of Quanzhou City.

There was nothing to say all the way, and it was probably at dusk that Fang Yuan returned home. He went out early in the morning and came back now, tossing for most of the day, he was also a little tired, but his spirit was very uplifted, and his eyes were full of joy.

"Coming back?"

Because of the phone call, Bao Longtu was not surprised, opened the iron gate to let the truck in, and then asked curiously: "What did you buy and come back, you actually asked the truck to load it." ”

"Good stuff." Fang Yuan said with a smile, and then motioned to the driver to drive the truck to the backyard and unload the goods in the open space in the backyard.

"Roots?"

After a while, the truck stopped and opened the rear compartment door, Bao Longtu glanced at it, and was stunned: "Okay, what are you buying a tree root for?" ”

"Of course it works."

While speaking, Fang Yuan beckoned: "Don't be stunned, hurry up and come over to help." ”

The roots of the tree are not small and quite heavy, and the two of them and the driver will definitely not be able to move, but don't forget that there is also a thing called a pulley set in the world. Under the weight reduction of the pulley, the three people got up and down lightly, and slowly moved the roots of the tree.

"Master Xiexie."

At the right time, Fang Yuan quickly paid the freight, and then sent the driver to drive away, waiting for him to close the iron gate and return to the backyard. saw Bao Longtu spinning around the roots of the tree, looking thoughtful.

"How. Something good, right? Fang Yuan asked with a smile.

"That's good." Bao Longtu nodded and said, "I think it can be made into a coffee table by flattening it on its side." ”

"It's not just a coffee table." Fang Yuan said with a smile: "There are three big branches at the root of the tree. As long as it is upside down, it is the prototype of a chair, and then carefully carved, it must be very domineering. ”

"It seems to be the same, but in this way, the chair is too lonely, equivalent to the emperor's dragon chair, one person sits wide, and two people sit and squeeze." Bao Longtu shook his head and said: "The so-called solitary happiness is not as good as public happiness." It's better to make it into a coffee table. ”

"It's too early to say this, whether it's made into a coffee table or a chair, it depends on whether the tree material supports it." Fang Yuan shook his head and directly pulled the water pipe: "Let's wash the roots first." ”

"...... Uproar"

At this time, Fang Yuan turned on the faucet, and the water pipe immediately spewed out strong water arrows. In an instant, the powerful current of water immediately washed away the mud that had stuck to the roots of the tree.

Left rush, right rush. Rushing up and down, washing and brushing, after about half an hour, the whole root of the tree immediately refreshed. Because the roots of the tree are buried in the ground. The bark of the tree is naturally not as dry and cracked as the trunk on the ground, and it looks pretty good.

"It smells so good." At this moment, Bao Longtu moved his nose. I couldn't help but ask, "Maruko, do you smell it?" It seems that a fragrance is coming out of nowhere. ”

"Far away, close at hand." Fang Yuan gestured, "This is the fragrance of the tree. ”

"Tree scent?" Bao Longtu was stunned. Hurriedly approached the root of the tree and sniffed, and immediately said in surprise: "It's really, what kind of tree is this, it's so fragrant." ”

"Camphor tree, camphor wood." Fang Yuan said truthfully: "It is nearly a thousand years old. ”

"Millennial camphor tree?" Bao Longtu looked suspicious: "Really? The thousand-year-old tree is protected by the state, who dares to cut it indiscriminately? Besides, it's not like I haven't seen camphor wood, which has some special smell, but it is obviously different from this aroma. ”

"If it's a living thousand-year-old tree, no one will dare to touch it. However, the tree is dead, and the trunk has been hollowed out by termites, and even if you don't cut it, you will be gnawed to the point that there is no residue left. The lesser of two evils, of course, it is more cost-effective to cut and sell for money. Fang Yuan said with a smile: "As for the difference in aroma, it is also a thousand-year-old tree, and it is normal for some mutations to occur." ”

"Mutation?" Bao Longtu was stunned for a moment: "Will the smell of trees also mutate?" ”

"I'm not a botanist, you ask me what I'm doing. The facts are in front of you, and you have to believe it if you don't believe it. Fang Yuan said with a smile: "Anyway, this is camphor wood, it definitely can't be fake." ”

"Oh." Bao Longtu nodded casually: "It doesn't matter what kind of tree it is, it looks pretty good, how much does it cost?" ”

"It's not expensive." Fang Yuan's eyes rolled, and he tried to compress the price as much as possible: "It's just a few thousand yuan." ”

"It's so cheap......" said this, Bao Longtu didn't think much about it, and after all, it was just a tree root, he looked at it for a moment and was not interested, and then looked up and said: "You continue to toss, I'll cook." ”

"Good ......" Fang Yuan nodded, took a small knife out, and continued to clean up the stubborn stains and dirt on the roots of the tree. After scraping and digging for more than ten minutes, he nodded in satisfaction.

At this time, Fang Yuan put away the knife, cleaned up the garbage again, and then observed the roots of the tree more intently, and touched the roots inch by inch, as if he was looking for something.

However, after rummaging up and down the roots of the tree, Fang Yuan didn't get anything, which made him a little confused: "How could it not be, is it an illusion?" ”

"No, I must have overlooked something." Fang Yuan groaned, and couldn't help but walk around the roots of the tree, observing from different angles. After a moment, his face was filled with hesitation: "The fluctuations are very obscure, looming, maybe hidden inside the roots, do you really want to split the roots?" ”

"Or maybe the reason why the roots of the tree have the fluctuation of the aura is mainly because the tree has gone through thousands of years of wind and rain, and the aura is naturally condensed, and this obscure fluctuation is the aura of the tree root?" Fang Yuan thought of another possibility, but felt that this one was less likely.

After all, trees themselves have an aura, there is no doubt about it. The problem is that when a tree is alive, it is a completely different form of expression than when it becomes wood.

The difference between the two, Fang Yuan didn't think that he would be wrong in judgment. Besides, if the whole root of the tree has an aura, it should be a very obvious thing, not obscure, and seemingly nonexistent.

"That's right......" Fang Yuan thought seriously, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed and hurriedly approached the root of the tree, groping for the truncated position between the root and the trunk. Due to termite infestation, this section is recessed, forming a shallow tree hole.

At this time, Fang Yuan's palm was placed in the tree hole, and he immediately felt that the obscure fluctuations suddenly became clear.

"As expected." Fang Yuan had a smile on his face: "I know that there is a reason why termites don't gnaw at tree roots. ”

This was Fang Yuan's inference, and he felt that since termites could gnaw away tree trunks, there was no reason to let go of the larger roots. After all, the roots of trees that often absorb rain and dew seem to taste better than tree trunks. However, the opposite is true, termites would rather gnaw all the way to the top of the tree than touch the roots, which must have an unusual meaning.

Thinking of this, Fang Yuan slowly groped his way through the tree hole, carefully sensing the changes in the strength of the fluctuations. At this moment, he suddenly felt a strong resistance rushing in, making his fingers tremble, numb like an electric shock.

"This is it." Fang Yuan endured the discomfort and hurriedly approached to observe and determine the specific location. After making a mark with his fingernails, he showed the knife again, and then gently scraped it.

The texture of camphor wood is fine, tough and soft, so it is not easy to break and not easy to crack. Now Fang Yuan was digging with a sharp knife, and it was really a bit of a struggle.

But even more strange things were still to come, after Fang Yuan dug for a while, he was surprised to find that the tip of the knife seemed to have touched a very hard stone, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pierce it.

"It looks like I've hit a tree boil."

At this time, Fang Yuan pulled out the knife, and then looked at it through the light, and suddenly found that a surging aura burst out, almost blinding his eyes.

"Phew!"

In an instant, Fang Yuan subconsciously avoided it, and when he reacted, he couldn't help but gasp, and then there was a burst of surprise. At this time, no matter how stupid he was, he should have understood that what was hidden in the roots of the tree seemed to be much more precious than he imagined.

"What kind of treasure is it?" Fang Yuan froze, but he couldn't see clearly when he looked carefully, mainly because the holes he dug were too small. Seeing this, he simply didn't do anything, and continued to use the knife.

Of course, Fang Yuan was much more careful at this time, expanding the hole he had dug and rotating and cutting along the edge. With a clear goal, he was full of motivation and quickly dug where he had just reached the tip of the knife.

"Is it really a boil?"

At this moment, Fang Yuan saw it more clearly, and he was also a little stunned.

"No, it's a bit weird."

After taking a closer look, Fang Yuan found something unusual again. Because all boils are closely related to the tree itself, and the boils are an inseparable part of the tree itself.

But Fang Yuan looked carefully now, and found that the current boil had a certain curvature, as if it was embedded in the trees, rather than growing in the trees. You must know that growth and mosaic, that is a completely different semantic, one is self, the other is foreign, it is absolutely impossible to mix up.

"Wait, such an arc, it looks like a bead?" Suddenly, Fang Yuan's eyes widened, revealing ecstasy, and even his body trembled a little: "Boiled beads? Could it be a boil bead? ”

With this in mind, Fang Yuan hurriedly stretched out his finger and carefully stirred the boil. In a flick, the boil really moved, and then as his fingers detached from the tree little by little, Zuihou fell into his palm. From the mellow feel of the thing, he knew that his judgment was right, the boil was really in the shape of a bead.

"Rub, it's really a boil bead, it's hair, it's going to be haired."

For a moment, Fang Yuan cheered, tightly clutched the bead-shaped tree boil in his hand, and shook his fist fiercely. After some celebration, he carefully spread his palms and looked at the treasure intently, only to see that the thing was slightly larger than the tip of his thumb, and the surface was slightly yellow similar to bronze, faintly shining like ivory...... (To be continued......)