'Wood carving - imprint, made by Zhuang Jingjiang, material: boxwood roots'

This is the result of the appraisal technique, Fang Shi just blessed his soul, and felt that this thing in front of him was not simple, maybe it could leave a spiritual imprint, and the result of the appraisal technique did not disappoint Fang Shi, what the appraisal technique could identify was not necessarily a magic weapon prop or something like that, as long as there was a strong spiritual imprint, the appraisal technique could be used.

This wood carving is obviously the product of Uncle Zhuang's painstaking condensation, so the spiritual power imprint is also deeply engraved on this stump, which was read by Fang Shi, Fang Shi estimates that there should be more or less spiritual power imprints on other works, but Fang Shi's spiritual power is limited, and it cannot be tested one by one.

"Xiao Fang, what do you think of this stake?"

"It's very haode, like a book full of stories, it's delicious!"

"haha" Uncle Zhuang smug daxiao: "Okay, good, it's not in vain to be able to see the story, I've worked this, the shijie in everyone's eyes is different, everyone's story is different, I used to live guilty in my heart, like the poison of the heart, just like the roots of this wind and frost." Now my heart is like a green swallow in the clouds, and the story on the root of this tree has really become a story. ”

Jiang Dazhi was dizzy when he heard this, and stared at the stump with wide eyes for a long time, and the stump was still a stump.

"Uh, Uncle Zhuang, where is the story?"

Uncle Zhuang nodded Jiang Dazhi's head: "Of course the story is here." ”

Fang Shi pursed his lips and smiled, straightened up and said, "Dazhi, do you look at the mountain or the mountain?" Or is it a mountain that looks like a mountain? ”

"You mean that you just look at the mountains and not the mountains?"

"Well, sort of, it's not a mountain. So saw a lot of interesting things. See every trace of this. You can think that this big tree once stood somewhere, looking at the vicissitudes of life around you, feeling the wind, thunder and rain, experiencing joy, anger and sorrow, and then you are also infected, just like reading a fascinating good book, that's all. ”

Jiang Dazhi smashed his fist into his palm, making a crisp sound: "I'll just say it." How can a person with great wisdom like me not see the story above, it turns out that I have crossed the realm of seeing mountains and not mountains, and have reached the supreme realm of seeing mountains or mountains, brother, you are outdated, work hard! ”

"Smack!"

"Oops!"

Jiang Dazhi covered the back of his head again, and Uncle Zhuang shook his head helplessly.

"Xiao Fang, how is the stuff here?"

"Good!"

Uncle Zhuang smiled, and the comment of only giving such one word seemed quite perfunctory. That's right, it's perfunctory. But Uncle Zhuang was not unhappy, the works here are all from Uncle Zhuang's hands, he knows the level of the work in his own heart, Fang Shi is only interested in his own Zuihou's work, which has made Uncle Zhuang happy, compared with this stump, other things are really not worth mentioning, Fang Shi casually said a good word, it is already a very good evaluation.

If Uncle Zhuang knew that Fang Shi couldn't tell the artistic value of the work at all, he just looked for something that he was interested in according to the strength of the breath emitted by the work, I don't know if he could still be happy?

Uncle Zhuang happily took the two of them to another studio, which was smaller, only twenty or thirty square meters, with two shelves against the wall, on which were placed various shapes of wood, some of which had been opened into wooden squares, and some of which were sections of logs, with roots and branches, and even some with bark.

On the other shelf, there are tools, neatly arranged, one set of separate ones, with names written on them.

In the middle of the house was a large workbench with four stools on the side, with vices, jigs and turntables, and the whole room was cleaned.

"This is where I teach students, but now students rarely come, and everything that should be taught is taught."

Uncle Zhuang's words were a little emotional, and there was a little regret, thinking about it, he actually likes to teach his disciples very much, but now how many people are willing to learn wood carving by heart?

"Uncle Zhuang, aren't you going to open the door to accept apprentices now?"

"Hehe, I have never accepted apprentices, these students are students who used to teach at the university, they have the heart to learn, I have no reason not to teach, now that I am retired, who will come to find an old carpenter to apprentice?"

Fang Shi smiled, there must be someone who wants to apprentice, but I'm afraid there are not many people who have the courage to come to the door.

There is nothing good to look at in this studio, there are not many ready-made works, it should be a few pieces that Uncle Zhuang thinks are passable to stay for a few years, these works have the name of the maker written below, Fang Shi really saw Xie Mingfeng's name, Xie Mingfeng's works are concise and atmospheric, the emphasis is not heavy, and the most important thing is to understand at a glance that his design is quite commercial, and the main point of this design is that it is suitable for mass manufacturing.

Fang Shi looked around, and he was not interested, but was very interested in the wood placed on the other shelf, and the wood that could be placed here by Uncle Zhuang was definitely not those goods that could only burn firewood.

Seeing Fang Shi looking at the wood on the shelf with great interest, Uncle Zhuang introduced it very enthusiastically.

"This is a jujube wood, the texture is hard and dense, the texture is clear, it is a good material for carving, but it is best not to use this when you just learn to carve, it is better to practice with elm."

Fang Shi nodded, he didn't want to learn carving, although Uncle Zhuang was tempting him both inside and outside his words.

"Where's this one?"

Fang Shi picked up a piece of wood without bark, which was black and looked like coal, and it was very difficult to pick up.

"This is a sunken wood, that is, buried in the ground and isolated from the air, formed after being squeezed by the soil pressure for a long time, this wood was originally Nanmu, after a long time of deep burial, some carbonization, hardness is quite large, is a little brittle, carving this is more test of kung fu. If you look at the section, there are some spots on the section, which shows that it was originally Jin Sinan, which is considered a nobleman in the wood. ”

Fang Shi seems to be very interested in sitting on this wood, this wood arm is thick, half an arm long, heavy in the hand, and more importantly, this thing exudes a vague aroma, as well as a refreshing yang qi, this is a good thing!

Feel this breath that makes people feel very comfortable. Fang Shi held this thing and didn't let go. Suddenly Jiang Dazhi thought about it.

"Stone. Is this good stuff? ”

"Huh? Well, it's a good thing, and something that refreshes people is certainly a good thing. ”

"Yes, why can't I feel it?"

Lao Zhuang also looked at Fang Shi very curiously, this piece of wood has been placed here for a few years, why didn't he think that this wood could make people feel refreshed?

Fang Shi smiled: "Have you heard of the self-defilement of the fetish?" ”

Jiang Dazhi shook his head, and Lao Zhuang nodded thoughtfully: "I've heard of this, and it's written in many ancient books." It's just an objective law of the self-preservation instinct of living things and the preservation of things. ”

"That's right, if good things can't be concealed, wouldn't they have been discovered a long time ago, so the self-defilement of the fetish should be said to be the self-defiled fetish before it will come into your hands."

Jiang Dazhi pursed his lips disdainfully: "It's just a language game, but no one found out, and then you picked up a leak!" Talking so godly, who are you fooling? ”

Fang Shi pursed his lips and smiled, took the piece of sunken wood in his hand, walked to the window, opened the shutters on the window, and the sunlight was projected unscrupulously. Ashlar placed the wood in the sunlight on the windowsill and stepped aside.

"Stone. What are you doing? ”

"Shhhh Wait patiently. ”

Uncle Zhuang looked at the sunken wood black in the sun suspiciously, and then looked at the square stone with an unfathomable smile on his face, and pulled Xiao Mingming to sit down on the stool next to the table, Xiao Mingming also looked at the wood curiously, with a look of anticipation, his heart was pounding, and there was a stimulating feeling that a monster would suddenly jump out of the wood.

Jiang Dazhi also swallowed his saliva, stared at Shen Mu silently, and after a while, Jiang Dazhi suddenly sniffed hard: "Huh? What a scent, it smells so good! ”

Fang Shi turned to Uncle Zhuang: "Uncle Zhuang, how do you feel?" ”

"This is the fragrance of Nanmu, no, something different, it seems to be right, with the smell of sunshine, like the smell on a quilt that has just been sunburned, which makes people feel refreshed and relaxed."

"Look, I said this is a good thing, this piece of sunken wood is about thirty centimeters, Uncle Zhuang, you are an expert, if you cut and take materials longitudinally and carve them into pendants, how many can you do?"

"Almost twenty more."

Fang Shi looked at Jiang Dazhi with a smile: "Dazhi, you go and take a look at the pendants in those feng shui supplies stores, what is the price of any object that has been turned on and has real results?" ”

"Don't you know this better, you just tell me."

"Well, a million, it won't be lower than that! Now that you know the value of this thing, it is not accurate to measure this thing with its money, these things can be exchanged for more favors, and it is not easy to measure with money. ”

"Shhh ~" Jiang Dazhi gasped, if Fang Shi hadn't deliberately fooled, the value of this piece of wood would definitely be amazingly high.

"This, this thing is worth tens of millions? I rely on it, I can afford my father's struggle for half a lifetime. ”

Uncle Zhuang looked at this piece of sinking wood curiously, he didn't expect that this piece of things thrown in the studio for a few years was so valuable, he was not as excited as Jiang Dazhi, Lao Zhuang's son was angry, he was mixed in the wooden crafts and antiques industry, tens of millions is indeed not a small number, but it is nothing in front of Lao Zhuang, the key is that Lao Zhuang is not short of money, what is the point of you giving him more money?

"This thing smells like this when it's in the sun?"

Fang Shi shook his head with a smile: "It's not the smell, the smell doesn't have this effect, the smell is just a by-product, what really works is a kind of 'qi', we call it Yanggang qi, this kind of qi is beneficial to the human body, often bathed in this breath, it is very beneficial to people." ”

Jiang Dazhi's eyes suddenly widened, what are rich people afraid of the most? That's right, afraid of death! The value of this thing is really not ordinarily large, what Fang Shi just said is not an exaggeration at all, and it is even too conservative! (To be continued......)

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