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After returning home, Zhang Taiping told everyone at home about the big tree being struck by lightning.

"I asked why there was such a loud thunder at that time. It turned out that it was hitting the village." Fan Ming patted his chest and said.

Zhang Taiping said to the little girls: "You can't hide under the tree when it rains in the future, you know?"

Yaya tilted her little head and asked, "Is it true that you will be struck by lightning just by hiding under a tree?"

Cai Yazhi quickly covered Yaya's mouth and said: "Children's words are not forbidden, children's words are not forbidden." Then she said to Yaya, "Don't talk nonsense. In short, listen to your father. When it rains in the future, don't go under the big tree."

Just take shelter from the rain.”

The little girl didn't understand why her mother was so nervous, but she nodded obediently.

Zhang Taiping continued: "When encountering a thunderstorm, not only can't you take shelter under a big tree, but you can't take shelter next to a building that is too tall. You should run to a low place."

"Why, Dad?"

It would definitely not make sense to explain it to such a young girl from a scientific point of view, so Zhang Taiping simply said: "Because thunder and lightning come from the sky, it will hit where it is high, and it will not hit low places."

The little girl nodded as if she understood.

Cai Xiaomei said from the side: "Also, if you get wet, you have to run to higher places."

"I know this." The little girl nodded and said, "When I get wet, I sit on my father's neck."

"What if your father is not around?" Fan Ming said, unable to understand the little girl's complacency.

"Dad is not here. If dad is not here, I will run to the mountain." He said and pointed to Peach Blossom Mountain to the south.

Cai Xiaomei praised: "That's it. From now on, when there are no mountains outside, I can just run to other high places, like the top of a building or climb a big tree."

Zhang Taiping simply took this opportunity to tell her some ways to escape in the event of an emergency.

The old man suddenly asked: "Where is the tree that was struck by lightning?"

Zhang Taiping replied: "Just under the slope in the west of the village, it used to be dead."

"That dead tree." The old man thought about it and said, "This seems to be not the first time it has been struck by lightning. When I first came here more than 40 years ago, the tree was as thick as two people hugging each other.

, but it was struck by lightning just like this time, and since then it has lost all vitality and withered to death."

"Were you struck by lightning more than forty years ago?" Fan Mingzheng asked with wide eyes.

The old man nodded and said: "Indeed, it was originally a towering tree, but it died after being chopped down. Logically speaking, this tree should have decayed long ago, but the strange thing is that after so many years, it still looks like dozens of trees.

It's the same as years ago. It has lost all vitality and no longer grows, but there are no signs of decay. Some people have tried to cut it down and take it back to cut something or burn firewood, but they gave up in the end."

Zhang Taiping's heart moved slightly and asked: "Why is this?"

The old man replied: "Because this wood is really too hard, even worse than the iron wood on the mountain. That's why Lu Feng's family just had to cut off a branch to make a chair and a chair."

For some small objects, other people had no idea. During these hours, they went inside to cut down several big trees, so they have been kept, and now no one is interested in them."

"Grandpa, do you know what kind of tree that is?" Zhang Taiping asked.

The old man shook his head: "I have only seen one like this, and I don't know what kind of wood it is."

Fan Ming was not interested in knowing what kind of wood it was. Instead, he said with a smile: "This tree was chopped twice in a row. It's really bad. Isn't it a violation of God's power?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Taiping remembered a report he had seen somewhere before, and said with a smile: "This time it was only twice. I have also heard of people who were hacked three times."

"Has been approved three times?" Fan Ming became interested. "What do you mean?"

Zhang Taiping said: "I am still alone and have been struck by lightning three times in my life. The first time I was struck by lightning in the park. After I went back, my upper body was paralyzed. It was cured after a few years. However, unfortunately, I went to the park again.

I was struck by lightning when I was playing there, but this time my lower body was paralyzed. Who would have thought that after I died and was buried in a tomb, I would be struck by lightning again."

Everyone else looks dull, is that okay?

Cai Xiaomei asked: "Is this fabricated?"

Zhang Taiping shook his head and said: "This is just the news I saw in the newspaper. Whether it is fabricated or true has not been verified, so I don't know."

Mu Hongyu said with a smile: "If it is true, then how many evil things did this person do to cause three thunders, even after death?"

Everyone laughed, and Zhang Taiping also laughed. This is just a piece of unfounded news, just listen to it as a story, just smile.

But while Zhang Taiping was joking, he was thinking about another thing, and that was what the old man just said about the dead tree.

Normally speaking, a lifeless tree left in the open under the wind and rain will rot into a pile of waste for three or two years. It has already returned to dust and disappeared without a trace in forty years. However, this is not the case.

It has remained the same for forty years. If anything goes wrong, there must be a monster. His intuition tells him that this tree is unusual.

No matter how much he thought about it, Zhang Taiping felt that the tree was a bit weird. He frowned and searched for knowledge about trees in his mind. However, he either forgot some things or had never been exposed to them before. Anyway, he had no impression in his mind.

He stood up and said, "I'm going out for a walk."

"Dad, where are you going?" Yaya asked quickly.

"Look at that big tree that was struck by lightning."

"I'll go too."

"It's full of mud and water outside, and you soiled your shoes and pants when you went there," Zhang Taiping said.

"Then if you put me on your neck, I won't get wet with mud." Little Yaya said, raising her head.

Zhang Taiping laughed and said, "Okay!" He put Yaya on his neck and walked out, followed by Fan Ming and Wukong.

Although the rain has stopped, the sky is still gloomy. There is not much sky left in the afternoon and evening. In addition, it is too muddy to walk on, so there are basically no pedestrians on the road.

"Where have everyone gone?" Fan Ming pulled his neck and looked around and asked.

Zhang Taiping shook his head and smiled and said: "Who would hang out outside in this kind of weather? They are all watching TV at home."

"The weather is just right. It's neither too cold nor too hot. But what's a bit annoying is that the ground is muddy. It would be better if there were asphalt roads. It would be best to walk on the road and breathe fresh air after the rain." Fan Ming opened her arms.

He sniffed and said.

"Asphalt roads are impossible." Zhang Taiping said, "In the mountains, the most we can do is to build cement roads." He shook his head and said, "But what I like most is to use stones of similar sizes to cut into gravel roads, so that it can be used on rainy days.

It is not muddy and the natural scenery at the foot of the mountain is not damaged.”

Fan Ming said: "Then you tell the villagers like this. Big brother is a man of his word in the village now. The villagers will definitely listen to whatever he says."

"What a promise." Zhang Taiping tapped her forehead lightly and said, "I roughly estimated that building such a stone road will cost more than building a cement road, and the cement road is flat and can be used to dry things. Xia

You can use it when you are busy in autumn.”

Fan Ming covered her forehead and said coquettishly: "Big brother even hit me on the forehead, it hurt so much."

Zhang Taiping said with a smile: "No way, you touched the two sides, but what I just hit was the middle."

Fan Ming rolled her eyes at him and said, "After touching it twice, it hurts not only on both sides, but also in the middle."

After such a long time, there is no smoke coming out of the big tree. The surface of the bark is crisscrossed with cracks, which gives people a sense of historical heaviness under the influence of rain.

Zhang Taiping patted the tree with his palm. There was no banging sound, indicating that it was not hollow but solid. The bare branches at the top were wrapped with vines and it was difficult to tell where the previous smoke came from.

Yes, there is a rich layer of mulch at the base of the tree, and some moss is crawling on the tree body.

"Brother, have you figured out what kind of tree this is?" Fan Ming asked.

Zhang Taiping shook his head: "No, but trees that have remained incorruptible for more than forty years are not ordinary."

"Is it valuable?" Fan Ming asked.

"If it is rare wood, it will certainly be valuable. You must know that the price of huanghuali wood on the market is now comparable to gold, as well as nanmu, especially golden nanmu..." Zhang Taiping suddenly stopped here and turned towards

Looking at the big tree, a light flashed in his eyes.

Fan Ming looked at his expression and asked softly: "Brother, is this tree a golden nanmu?"

Zhang Taiping came to the edge of the tree again and examined it carefully and said: "It's very possible, but we have to look more closely to know." After saying that, he put down the Yaya on his shoulder and went around the tree to examine it carefully.

He turned his hand and the knife appeared in his hand. Fan Ming behind him looked around his whole body with confusion in his eyes. He couldn't see anywhere on his body that such a long knife could be hidden. Why did it suddenly appear? It's true.

I can't figure it out.

Zhang Taiping stepped back more than ten meters, waved to Fan Ming, Yaya and Wukong to get them out of the way. Then he ran up to the tree and jumped up with one foot on the tree. At the same time, he waved the knife in his hand silently.

After landing, a branch as thick as an arm also fell down.

I picked it up, looked at it and sniffed it under my nose, and finally came to a conclusion.

"Museum Summary" records: "There are three types of nanmu, the first is fragrant nan, also known as purple nan; the second is golden nan; the third is water nan. The golden ones come out of Sichuan streams, and the wood grain has golden threads. The beauty of nanmu is

Or, facing the sun, it may form the pattern of figures and landscapes." Modern technological research shows that the microscopic conduits of golden nannan are rich in yellow-white sediments and have strong reflection. On the yellow-brown and green board surface, they appear as golden threads.

pattern.

Zhang Taiping looked at the golden thread-like pattern and the refreshing fragrance, and then pinched it with his hands, which was as hard as iron. He initially concluded that this was golden nanmu.

"Brother, how are you, right?" Fan Ming asked, lying in front of him.

Zhang Taiping handed her a short piece in his hand and said, "It's almost there, you can smell it."

Fan Ming took it in his hand and put it under his nose and exclaimed in surprise: "Brother, it actually smells good!" Yaya and Wukong also came over and smelled it, but Wukong didn't like it as much as Yaya and Fan Ming did. Instead, he used

He fanned his nose with his hand, as if he was grateful.

Phoebe has the aroma of nanmu. Ancient books record that it is immune to all insects. Golden nanmu cabinets can protect clothes, books, calligraphy and paintings from insects. Modern tests have proven that golden nanmu is anti-corrosion and antibacterial, is resistant to termite erosion, and is resistant to erosion by marine wood-boring animals.

It is also strong in sex, so the royal bookcase and bookcase are made of golden nanmu. However, if you hate these scents, they must be insects and ants. I don’t know why Wukong also resists them.

Zhang Taiping said with a smile: "It does have a fragrance. According to "Bogu Essentials", there are three types of nanmu: one is fragrant nanmu, which is purple with a delicate fragrance and has a beautiful texture; the other is golden nanmu, which has gold threads in the wood grain.

, is the best kind of nanmu. What is even more rare is that some nanmu materials are made of

Natural landscape and figure patterns; the third is nanmu, which has soft wood and is often used to make furniture. The dragon chairs and thrones of ancient feudal emperors were all made of high-quality golden nanmu. It was also a special material used in the construction of royal palaces, mausoleums, gardens, etc. in ancient times.

The tree species has been rare since the Qing Dynasty.”

Fan Ming looked at the cut section of nanmu that showed yellow with light green patterns in his hand, and asked a little strangely: "I asked the elder brother to tell me, is this fragrant nanmu or golden nanmu?"

Zhang Taiping said with a smile: "It can be said to be neither or both. This is golden nanmu that combines the characteristics of golden nanmu and fragrant nanmu. It is more valuable than the first two."

"Then what can this tree be used for?" Fan Ming smelled the fragrance of nanmu in his hand and looked at the huge tree body and asked.

Zhang Taiping smiled and said: "This can do a lot. Golden nanmu is stable, does not warp or crack, and is durable. Moreover, it is mild in nature, warm in winter and cool in summer, and has a fresh and pleasant aroma. Therefore, historically, gold

Silk nanmu was specially used in the architecture and furniture of royal palaces, a few temples, and ancient feudal emperors.

The dragon chair and throne must also be made of high-quality nanmu. If someone uses it without authorization, they will be punished for exceeding the etiquette. In addition, the wood is hard and corrosion-resistant. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "water cannot soak it, and ants cannot nest."

It can last for thousands of years without rotting in the ground, so the emperor's coffins were mostly made of golden nanmu."

Fan Ming stuck out her tongue and said, "If it's as good as what the elder brother said, then it would be a pity to use it as a coffin."

Zhang Taiping shook his head and said: "Emperors in ancient times must do it well no matter what they do, so it is natural to use this as a coffin."

"Then how much would such a tree be worth if sold?" Fan Ming asked.

Zhang Taiping looked around the tree again and said, "Well, it's really hard to estimate such a big tree."

He is telling the truth. In recent years, golden nanmu has begun to reappear in the world and quickly occupied the top spot in the market. There is a saying in the collection circle: Huanghuali has come to a glorious end, and the king of golden nanmu has returned. The golden nanmu has returned to the market.

The price of nanmu furniture is almost the same every day.

Golden nanmu is a precious wood unique to our country. It is a national second-level protected plant. It was on the verge of extinction at the end of the Ming Dynasty. In the early years of Kangxi, officials were sent to the southern provinces to purchase nanmu. Due to the excessive cost, Kangxi felt deeply

This was too extravagant, wasting money and wasting money, and was not beneficial to the state, so Manchu yellow pine was used instead, and many of the wooden pillars in the main hall were made of nanmu.

Moreover, it grows slowly, and its growth pattern is that it is a late bloomer (the golden stage of vigorous growth takes 60-90 years), and it takes hundreds of years to become a pillar material.

To sum up, as a representative of Chinese classical cultural treasures, furniture and wood carvings made of golden nanmu, with their extremely high ornamental value, extremely rare quantity and excellent quality, must have great potential for appreciation.

Therefore, it is impossible to estimate how many things can be made from such a big tree, so it is impossible to estimate the current price.

At this point, Zhang Taiping put Yaya on his shoulder again and said, "Let's go to the village chief's house."

"Brother, are you going to tell the old village chief about this?" Fan Ming asked.

Zhang Taiping nodded and said: "Yes, it is impossible for one person to occupy such a big treasure. It can only become the public property of the whole village."

Fan Ming nodded.

When they arrived at the old village chief's house, they were preparing to eat. Zhang Taiping smiled and said, "Uncle, are you eating so early today?"

The old village chief said: "Looking at the weather today, we can't do much. We have had dinner and rested early."

Seeing that the old aunt was about to get the bowls and chopsticks again, Zhang Taiping said quickly: "Aunt, there's no need to be busy. I came here to talk to the old uncle about something. After I finished speaking, I went back. The food in the house is also ready."

"Is there really something going on?" the old village chief asked.

Zhang Taiping nodded and said with a smile: "A happy event."

"Okay then, let's go and attack the base first."

Zhang Taiping put Yaya down and entered the room with the old village chief and Wang Gui, followed by Fan Ming.

"What happy event is this?" the old village chief asked after entering the room, giving Zhang Taiping a cigarette, and then lighting the cigarette himself.

Zhang Taiping took the piece of wood from Fan Ming's hand, showed it to the father and son, and asked, "Uncle, do you know what kind of wood this is?"

The old village chief looked at the wood in Zhang Taiping's hand and shook his head in confusion. However, Wang Gui's eyes lit up. He took the nanmu from Zhang Taiping's hand, put it under his nose and sniffed, and his expression became even more excited.

It makes sense that he knew this. In any of his previous jobs, he had seen a coffin in a cemetery. All the corpses inside had only bones left, but the coffin was intact. He recognized that it was

Golden nanmu.

After calming down, Wang Gui asked: "Is this golden nanmu?"

Zhang Taiping nodded: "Golden nanmu!"

"It looks like it was newly cut, so there is golden nanmu nearby?" Wang Gui asked.

"Not bad!" Zhang Taiping answered affirmatively.

The old village chief took out the cigarette holder from his mouth and said: "Golden nanmu? What can it do?"

Without waiting for Zhang Taiping to answer, Wang Gui spoke: "Da, it would be great if there were nanmu near the village." The previous generation also called his father "Da".

Although the old village chief had heard that nanmu was scarce, he did not know the specific value of nanmu. He frowned slightly and said, "What's so weird about this?"

Wang Gui introduced: "In an exhibition of art treasures at the Wangfujing Art and Crafts Museum, a pair of golden nan's top boxes were priced at more than three million, a set of golden nan's screens were priced at more than one million, and a golden nan's

The price of Jinsinan's Luohan bed is 700,000 yuan, which is several times the price of similar red rosewood products, and can even be compared with similar products of huanghuali. For a time, there was a rumor in Beijing that Jinsinan would be the next product after Hainan huanghuali.

a very

Precious wood with collectible value. A collector priced a set of fourteen pieces of golden nan furniture at RMB 8.8 million, which is daunting to most people. A businessman occasionally obtained some golden nan materials and made them into official suitcases, which were exported to Taiwan.

, each sells for tens of thousands of yuan, and the price is much higher than similar products of red sandalwood and huanghuali. Because of its scarcity, the price of Jinsinnan bracelets is about 300 yuan, while the similar rosewood and huanghuali bracelets are only about 200 yuan.

.”

Wang Gui gave a series of examples about the value of golden nanmu. Although the old village chief didn't know where Wangfujing was, he understood that this golden nanmu was very valuable. In a word, it was very valuable!

The old village chief was a little excited after hearing so much, but he soon calmed down and asked: "Commander, what do you mean?"

Zhang Taiping said: "Now we have a huge golden nanmu in our village, which is regarded as public property."

"Our village? Where is it!" Hearing Zhang Taiping say this, the old village chief became really excited.

"It's the old dead tree in the west of the village that was struck by lightning today!"

"That big dead tree?" The old village chief and Wang Gui looked at each other in disbelief.

After a while, Wang Guicai patted his thigh and said: "Oh! I should have thought of it earlier. It is very unusual for a dead tree to not rot for decades. It is really dark under the light!"

The old village chief also reacted: "Yes, that tree was struck to death by lightning when I was a child. It has been more than forty years now, and it has never changed!"

Zhang Taiping said: "I was only awakened by the old man when I talked about it today."

"Let's go! Hurry up and take a look!" The old village chief walked out immediately, followed by Zhang Taiping and Wang Gui.

"Why are you leaving again? You have to do something after dinner!" The old aunt shouted after seeing the old village chief walking outside in a hurry.

"No more!" the old village chief waved his hand back and shouted excitedly.

After the five people arrived in front of the tree, the old village chief and Wang Gui watched carefully in front of the tree.

After a while, Wang Gui finally said: "It is indeed golden nanmu!"

The old village chief took a long puff of dry tobacco and asked, "Does the commander know how much a tree like this is worth?"

Zhang Taiping couldn't estimate it himself, so he looked at Wang Gui.

Wang Gui smacked his lips and thought for a while before saying, "It's worth at least ten million!"

"Cough...cough...how many?...cough...cough..." After hearing this number, the old village chief choked on the cigarette he was sucking in his mouth, and he almost yelled out these two words.

.

"Ten million!" Wang Gui said again.

This time, the old village chief no longer doubted his ears. He stepped forward and touched the tree. He didn't know what kind of treasure he imagined this big tree to be. The expression on his face was very strange.

The other people looked at each other and were a little worried. But they didn't know that the old village chief was calculating now. Ten million would be divided among fifty households of villagers, and each family could get two hundred thousand! Two hundred thousand, twenty thousand

Wan! Nen is more than enough to build a two-story small foreign-style building. The more I thought about it, the heavier the old village chief's breathing became.

Wang Gui frowned and shouted behind the old village chief, and then the old village chief came back to his senses.

"We have to cut down the tree quickly. I won't worry about leaving it here." The old village chief calmed down and turned around to say to the man next year.

Zhang Taiping nodded. He didn't feel anything when he put it here before he didn't know it. But now that he knows it and puts it here, he feels a little uneasy. This is human nature.

So he said: "Then we will hold a meeting tomorrow to explain to the villagers that we will start cutting them down."

"Yeah! Just tomorrow." The old village chief said in a determined voice.

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