This time, Murong Fei didn't dare to take the liberty of clicking cards, this is a major event related to her and her mother's lives.

She squinted her eyes and looked at the cards one by one, only hating herself for not seeing through.

However, according to the analysis of psychology, most people choose the first card in the first row, or the last card in the last row, or the middle one.

Based on her understanding of the system's smashing attributes, she was sure that there would be no good cards in these easily picked positions.

Three rows of cards, three cards each, and she ended up choosing the last one in the middle row.

As her fingers touched the cards, the cards flipped over.

'1000 hours of identification of precious wood'

Murong Fei stared at the few words on the playing card, and almost stared at the ground, what the hell is this?

What is she learning to identify precious wood?

She wanted to leave, but unfortunately she couldn't get out of this space until she finished the class, and her brain boomed, even if the time here was ten times the time outside, then she would disappear for a hundred hours!

What about tomorrow's interview?

"Your uncle! You're here, you're coming out for me! I've got an interview tomorrow! She called out to the little milk bag, not believing that he would not hear her cry when he slept.

However, in the empty system, there was only an echo of her voice.

The nine cards that were hanging in the air disappeared and one card fell to the ground.

Murong Fei picked up the card on the ground and found that it was a class card, there were fifteen grids on the card, each box had a date, and the first box was a date today.

The dates in the following compartments are postponed in turn until the fifteenth day later.

There are also stickers with various numbers written on them underneath the lattice, ranging from fifty hours to one hundred hours.

Is it possible to choose the time of school every day, as long as you finish it within fifteen days?

She tried to peel off a fifty-hour sheet and put it in the first compartment, and immediately a mechanical sound was heard in the space.

'Host, please enter the Museum of Precious Wood and begin fifty hours of study. ’

The red line lit up on the stone road again, and Murong Fei walked along the red line, fifty hours here, that is, five hours outside, and when she went out, it was just time for dinner.

She went to a Hongda building, the whole building is a wooden building with carved beams and painted wooden structures, looking magnificent, and the wooden pillars are as thick as one person.

The gate is a carved wooden lattice gate, and the wooden panels are carved with various auspicious Furoku Suki patterns.

She pushed open the heavy wooden door, as if pushing through the old days.

The museum is surrounded by a variety of wooden furniture, as well as display shelves with various pieces of wood and carved ornaments.

"It smells so good! What does it taste like? She said to herself.

"It's a blend of camphor, agarwood, sandalwood and nanmu." The mechanical voice said.

Suddenly, there was no sound of the little milk bag, and she sounded a little lost, although this little milk bag was very bad.

She walked to the display shelf and picked up a piece of wood as crystal clear as amber, with a satin-like feel, and the water ripples seemed to ripple with gold wires, and the gold wires in the wood floated with the light, which could be described as Ambilight.

"I know this, this is golden silk nanmu, and the furniture in Gong Ximo's office is golden silk nanmu." She pursed the corners of her lips, this is definitely a treasure more precious than a gem.

"Yes, this is the golden silk nanmu. Golden silk nanmu has always been known as the emperor's wood, and golden silk will grow in the wood that is more than 100 years old.

This wood is a non-renewable resource, and it is a wood that is more precious than precious stones. It can be said that there is a piece of golden silk nanmu hidden in the house, which is the same as hiding a gold mine.

Two months ago, the transaction price of a 3-meter-high, 60-centimeter-diameter golden silk nanmu was 10 million. But the content of the gold wire is less than 30%, like the piece of wood in your hand, the gold wire content is 80% has reached the level of the ancient emperor's royal use, and the pillars of the corrupt officials and Shen's family are the royal level, conservatively estimated, each pillar is worth 100 million! The system said.

Murong Fei looked at the pillars of this wooden building, she was a little dizzy, and she didn't know how many billions she had.

God, her space is a gold mine, huh? Can you steal a pillar and walk? One pillar can support her entire life!