portable space

A large group of people gathered around a big tree to look at and touch it, but they only touched it lightly, as if it would damage the tree if it was too heavy.

Wang Guicun walked out of the darkness and stood with Zhang Taiping who was standing behind the crowd.

He handed out a cigarette, lit it and said, "It's quite lively now."

Zhang Taiping nodded, this is a great event and can make the village immersed in joy for a long time.

After the two old men had seen and left, the old village chief said to the villagers who were still surrounding the big tree: "The people who are working hard will stay, and the others will disperse."

At this moment, the words of the old village chief seemed to have no effect. Everyone, whether they were working or not, stayed, but they no longer surrounded the tree, but left the space in the middle empty.

The old village chief knew that these people couldn't be driven away at this moment, so he didn't say anything. Instead, he walked up to a group of young adults standing next to Zhang Taiping and Wang Gui and said, "Then let's start logging."

Zhang Taiping nodded, and everyone else was gearing up to get started.

"But this tree is a bit too big. Where should I cut it down?" asked the old village chief.

Zhang Taiqiong just looked at the nanmu tree, but it was a bit too thick and tall. Although the taller and bigger the more money he could make, the difficulty increased when cutting it down. It only took two adults holding hands.

It would take a while to cut down the tree before it could be circled, and someone would have to go up the tree and cut down the trunks that stretched out in all directions.

"Let me take a look first." Zhang Taiping walked to the tree and observed.

"How about four of us stand in a circle and shoot the ax together?" Wang Laoqiang gave an idea.

Zhang Taiping shook his head and said: "Phoebe is inherently hard and difficult to cut. Even if four people look at it together, it will probably take until night to cut it. Moreover, if you use an ax to cut it, the damage to the wood chips will be too great."

"Then how to do it? Marshal, please give me an idea."

Zhang Taiping asked: "Does anyone have a chainsaw? Which one to use?"

"Don't we have wood cutters at Old Man Qian's house and yours, but that big guy can't use it," Wang Laoqiang said.

"Who are you calling Old Man Qian?" Old Man Qian came out from behind and said.

"Haha." Wang Laoqiang laughed and said, "You're just kidding. Uncle Qian quickly thinks of a way to chop down this tree."

Old Man Qian glanced at him and said, "The one I have at home is a wood planing machine. How can I use it?"

Zhang Taiping said to the crowd: "Does anyone have that portable electric saw?"

People gathered around, but they all shook their heads. It seemed that no one was around.

The old village chief said: "No one has been cutting down trees in recent years, and no one will buy electric saws."

"Where can anyone have this thing in Fengyukou?" Wang Peng came out from the side and said.

"Who knows this thing?" asked the old village chief.

Wang Peng scratched his head and said, "I forgot your name."

"Then what's the difference between saying this and not saying it?" the old village chief said.

"But I'm going to tell you where his home is. I'll come over there." He said and prepared to walk out of the crowd.

Zhang Taiping said: "Ride my motorcycle there, hurry up."

"Okay!" Wang Peng responded with a smile. He was very envious of Zhang Taiping's motorcycle. He also wanted to buy one. However, neither Aunt Wang nor Zhuang Yu agreed because they thought his riding was too rough.

Crazy afraid of something happening.

"Wait a minute." The old village chief shouted, and then said to Wang Gui, "You and Wang Peng go over together and get two boxes of cigarettes."

After the two left, Wang Laoqiang asked: "How did the commander discover that this and the wood are nanmu?" A group of people nearby listened carefully. This tree has been here for decades and no one has discovered it.

What was so special about it? They were really curious about how Zhang Taiping discovered it.

Zhang Taiping patted the tree and said with a smile: "Look, after more than forty years, this wood is still as hard as iron and intact. Think about it, can other wood be like this?"

"Indeed, if it is paulownia wood, it will rot into a pile of wood residue in two or three years. Even pine wood cannot last a few years." A young man said.

"Who are you selling this to?" the old village chief asked next to him. After calming down after the previous excitement, he began to worry about whether the tree could be sold. Don't let everyone be in vain if it can't be sold by then.

If you are happy, it will be embarrassing and embarrassing. Others also looked at Zhang Taiping, this is something everyone wants to know.

Zhang Taiping said with a smile: "Uncle, don't worry about this. It's definitely valuable but not marketable. If you take it out, you will definitely be robbed."

What Zhang Taiping said is not an exaggeration at all.

Some people say that golden nanmu has become extinct, and there is a certain truth. People who hold this view generally have a better understanding of history. In the Ming Dynasty, a large number of nanmu trees were cut down to build the Forbidden City, which cost a lot of money. By the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, even Emperor Qianlong wanted to

It is difficult to get some golden nan to build palaces or make furniture. In order to get some golden nan wood carvings, "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" photo by Liang Haiyan [5], people demolished the Ming emperor's mausoleum. Qianlong was very fond of gold.

Nan, in the "Working Archives" of the Forbidden City, it is recorded that Emperor Qianlong made a lot of nanmu furniture. In the collection of golden nanmu, old materials are the most precious, especially large-diameter logs, which are very expensive.

One piece of wood is negotiated, and there is no market price.

It can be seen that the current stock of golden nan material in the market is very small. The demolition is basically completed. There will be no new materials for house demolition. Sand excavation is prohibited. The number of unearthed materials will not increase. The amount of new materials is already small and has been

National protection, so the price of golden nan material will have a lot of room for increase as its recognition increases.

Although this tree is not as expensive as the sunken wood that has been buried under the ground or in the river for thousands of years and has not decayed, the golden nanmu that has been growing for hundreds of years is not worried about the market.

It didn't take long for Wang Gui and Wang Peng to bring the chainsaw back.

Zhang Taiping said: "First go up and someone will use an electric saw to cut off the upper branches."

Wang Peng volunteered and said, "I'll do it."

Zhang Taiping shook his head and said: "Just carrying a chainsaw is a physical job, and you can't do it."

"I'll go up." Wang Laoqiang said.

Zhang Taiping nodded: "Tie a rope around your body. Cut off the thinner trunks first, and then the thicker trunks."

When Wang Lao's gun climbed up the tree, the old village chief shouted to the villagers who were surrounding him: "Get out of the way, otherwise the branches that will fall down will hit people."

With the electric saw, it was very convenient to cut off the upper branches. It was all done in less than half an hour, and now only a bare tree body was left standing.

After Wang Lao's gun fell from the tree, a group of people, under the guidance of Zhang Taiping, began to dig out the soil next to the roots of the tree, revealing the tree body buried underneath. If it were for other wood, there would be no need to do this, just saw the wood on the ground.

Just drop it, but this is valuable golden nanmu, and every penny and every inch is worth money, so you can't waste any of it, and you have to dig up what's under the ground.

However, when the main root was exposed, Zhang Taiping suddenly felt something and stopped the shovel to stop all the people working next to him.

"Commander, what's wrong?" Wang Gui asked.

Zhang Taiping put his hand on the root of the tree, felt it and said: "This root is still alive!"

Just now, he suddenly sensed a trace of spiritual energy. He put his hand on the root of the tree and sensed it. There was indeed this spiritual energy in the main root. This showed that the tree not only did not die, but also retained a glimmer of life at the root.

And it also brewed spiritual energy. But think about it, even an ordinary tree will have spiritual energy after growing for hundreds of years, let alone the golden nanmu that is inherently gifted!

"Alive?" Wang Laoqiang felt incredible, "No way? This person has been dead for more than forty years, how can he be alive?"

Wang Gui, however, imitated Zhang Taiping and put his hand on the root of the tree to feel it. He only felt a cool and moist feeling, and could not tell whether it was alive or not.

Zhang Taiping said: "Look, what is the difference between the main root in the middle and the side root?"

Everyone lowered their heads and took a closer look, and sure enough they saw some differences. Although the golden nanmu has strong corrosion resistance and will not rot after being buried under the ground for many years, there are always some changes. For example, the color looks different.

It's different if it's just cut down or if it's growing.

The roots under the tree are like this now. The roots on the side are all dark, and only the main root in the middle is brighter in color. In contrast, it can easily make people feel alive.

"It's really different." Wang Peng said.

"Hey, if it's alive, maybe another big tree can grow, but it's impossible to grow to such a big tree." Wang Laoqiang also exclaimed.

Zhang Taiping said: "No matter whether it can grow or not, let's keep this root first."

Naturally, no one has any objection to this.

After digging out the entire root, use an electric saw to cut off the part that is deeply embedded in the soil, and then saw around it in a circle.

Zhang Taiping divided more than 20 strong laborers into two groups. One group was tied with a rope and pulled hard, while the other group slowly moved in the opposite direction, thus slowly bringing down the big tree.

"Come on, come on, let's have a cigarette and rest for a while." The old village chief handed out a cigarette to everyone, and then said to those who were idle just now, "Start filling the hole."

Zhang Taiping waved his hand and said, "Don't be in a hurry. We'll take a look in two days."

"What's the purpose of putting this pit here?" the old village chief asked in confusion.

Zhang Taiping couldn't say clearly that I was going to water it with some space spring water to see if it could spawn another sapling, right? So he said vaguely: "It may still be used."

"Then don't fill it out yet." Although the old village chief didn't understand the specific function, he still said it.

After taking a short rest, we found a dozen large ropes and a dozen poles, and more than twenty people lined up on both sides of the tree to lift the tree. They shouted slogans together, and lifted the tree weighing more than a thousand kilograms without stopping.

Arrive in front of the village chief's house.

The villagers also followed and refused to leave, watching the wood that could be sold for hundreds of millions.

The old village chief called Zhang Taiping and others into the house and asked: "Commander, now tell me how to sell this big guy."

Zhang Taiping looked at Wang Gui.

Wang Gui shook his head and said, "No one I know can afford this price." He winked at Zhang Taiping.

Zhang Taiping realized that Wang Gui's previous business was originally a business without capital. Very few people paid a large price to buy this thing. Even if they did buy it, they would want to make a profit from it and would keep the price very low. It is estimated that even half of it would be worth it.

The price was even lower than that, so he said, "I'll go back and call the practitioners in the evening. I'll probably get back to someone tomorrow to check it out."

The old village chief knocked the dry smoke pot and said, "Okay, then I'll leave this matter to you."

Zhang Taiping nodded and said, "No problem."

The old village chief said to others: "Who wants to stay here at night?"

"I'll guard it!" Wang Laoqiang said.

"I'll come too." Wang Peng also said.

Wang Laoqiang said with a smile: "Two more people, four people can just fit into a mahjong table. It's not too anxious to put the table outside at night."

Two more people were prepared to stay and watch the night.

"Uncle, that will cost you a lot of money. The light bulbs outside will cost you two nights." Wang Laoqiang said with a smile.

The old village chief shook his head and said: "This is no problem at all. Let alone one lamp, just ten lamps. As long as you need it, I will turn it on for you tonight."

After discussing the matter, Zhang Taiping went home. He had been busy all day and was covered in mud. He took a hot shower first and called Yang Wanli after he came out.

"Brother Zhang, is there something wrong?" Yang Wanli asked after answering the phone.

Zhang Taiping didn't be too polite and said straight to the point: "I have a golden nanmu tree here. It may be a hundred years old. Do you think you can find someone who is interested in it?"

"Golden nanmu? It's a good thing." Yang Wanli first praised it, and then asked, "But I don't know where it came from. It's okay if it's not convenient to tell you."

Zhang Taiping understood that he was not asking this to get to the bottom of things, but things from different sources would find different buyers. He said with a smile: "The origin is very pure. This nanmu tree grew in the village, but it has died.

It's been years, and it was only discovered a few days ago."

"That's good. I'll call Mr. Song and ask if he's interested. He wanted to find something made of nanmu some time ago."

"Okay! I'll wait for your call."

Not long after, Yang Wanli called over: "Teacher Song said he would go and have a look tomorrow."

Zhang Taiping said: "Can you find a few more buyers?"

Yang Wanli said with a smile: "This is really unnecessary. Teacher Song probably wouldn't buy it in the past, but after he sees it, he will spread the news to the circle. There will definitely be many people who know about it by then."

"That's good."

"Hey, it's been a long time. I really miss the wine at your place. I'll take Alei there tomorrow too."

Zhang Taiping said with a smile: "I'll prepare two jars for you, drink one jar, and take another jar away."

"Haha, that's great!"

"Oh, by the way," Zhang Taiping said, "call Fatty Huang over. He wants a dog. I guess he can take it back."

"Well, okay, I'll call him in a minute."

"Then I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."