When the puppy Xiaohuo saw Song Wen coming in, he hurriedly ran behind his butt to avoid it.

Hiding behind, it shook its body slightly, swayed away the water stains on its body, and then looked at Song Wen, humming with a resentful "hum, hum, hum" as if it was accusing Xixi of his illegal behavior to him.

Xixi was having fun, and when she saw it running behind her uncle's butt, she chased after her.

Song Wen quickly persuaded him. The little guy was still cold now and he actually used a water gun to spray a small fire. What if it caught a cold?

"Xixi, stop playing, come and call Azu." Song Wen stopped Xixi and said.

In terms of seniority, his name is Bogong, and Xixi must be called Bozu, but now everyone has saved it and he just calls him Azu.

"Azu." Xixi called obediently and obediently.

"Why."

The old man responded happily, touched Xixi's little head, and said, "The little guy has grown up again."

"It's much bigger." Song Yuanshui put down the bamboo basket weaving in his hand, sat on a low stool and said with a smile.

When it was okay, Song Yuanshui liked to take his grandson around. Almost all the elderly in the village knew Xixi, mainly because this little guy was sweet-mouthed and screamed loudly when he saw everyone, but it was not ruled out that it was because those people gave him candy.

This little kid is very greedy. When he was at home, he stuffed the candies on the table and ran away after he was stuffed. After a while, he ran back and ate with the candies on the table. But the candies in his pocket were gone, and I don’t know where they were placed.

Later, when Chen Xiuhui was sweeping the floor, she often saw papers for eating candy behind the door. At first, she thought it was the mouse who left behind after stealing the candy. Later, she found out that it was this little guy who hid the candy and took it out to eat it when others were not paying attention. The family members were afraid that he would get angry when he had eaten too much candy and would not let him eat too much, so he came secretly. So now a big hole appeared in his two front teeth, which looked very funny.

"Make tea inside."

Song Yuanshui said to the old man, and then led him to the hall.

When he arrived at the hall, the old man saw that there was nothing on the divine case in the middle of the hall, so he asked Song Wen: "Awen, are you going to enshrine the prince here, right?"

Song Yuanshui didn't know that his son wanted to carve a statue of the god, so he couldn't help but look at him.

"Well, it's here. Bogong, please help me carve a seated prince and a civil servant and a military general." Song Wen said.

There are two images of the princes in Songjiabao. One is the princes who hold a big axe, with bright eyes and a black horse, and looks very majestic. Everyone says that the princes who hold a big axe and rides a black horse are powerful and motivated, so most of the business people worship this image. Of course, those who do business want their business to be more powerful and rush up, and those who do business are likely to provoke unclean things. With this magnificent prince and prince in charge, they are not afraid of anything.

The prince and the prince, who are in another image, sits upright on the dragon throne with a smile on their faces. They look more steady and have a faint sense of majesty, like the elders in the family. The prince and the prince who are in this image are generally worshipped by him to protect the house, while the civil servants and military generals are his two subordinates.

After hearing Song Wen's words, the old man nodded, expressed his understanding, and asked again: "Then do you want to use our local camphor wood carving, or nanmu, or sandalwood. Camphor wood is cheaper, nanmu is more expensive, and sandalwood is the most expensive."

Generally speaking, most people use camphor wood to carve it because it is very cheap, followed by nanmu and sandalwood.

Song Wen shook his head and said, "No, I have the wood myself." After that, he walked inside.

"The miscellaneous woods in our mountains cannot be carved." The old man said quickly.

The old man was very strict in carving statues, and he did not carve the wood with fragrance. Moreover, the texture of the miscellaneous wood is too hard and easy to crack, so the carving effect is not very good. Besides, some wood in the mountains has a stinky smell, and carving statues are used to keep the house safe and make a lot of money. The smell is so scented, and what are the words?

After a while, Song Wen carried out the cowhead sandalwood that he had taken back from the island.

A faint fragrance wafted out. When the old man smelled it, he exclaimed in surprise and hurried forward.

"Are you planning to use this piece of wood to carve the statue of God?" the old man asked as he looked at the wood.

"Yes." Song Wen replied.

After hearing this, the old man observed it carefully. If it was a wood, it would be fine to use it to carve statues of gods. If it was not possible, he would not be able to carve it. This is his rule, even relatives. The old man carved statues of gods for decades and had used countless woods. His knowledge was an old man, and identifying wood was a trivial matter.

When he felt that trying to distinguish wood was nothing more than looking, smelling, and savoring.

Looking, it means looking at its shape and distinguishing its appearance, and distinguishing the varieties of wood by looking at the shape of the tree. Of course, this requires extensive knowledge; smelling, it means smelling its fragrance. Most wood has its own unique fragrance, so you can still know it if you smell it carefully. It is relatively difficult to taste, some wood itself is a kind of traditional Chinese medicine and has its own unique taste, so it can be distinguished by chewing it in your mouth, but this also requires considerable experience.

The old man put his nose in front of the wood, smelled it, and felt that the wood in front of him was clear and mellow. It made people feel clear and calm. He couldn't help but think, no matter what wood it is, the fragrance alone is the supreme wonderful product. When he thought of the supreme wonderful product, he couldn't help but think of something, and was suddenly shocked. Looking at the thick wood one meter tall and thick, he thought, "Would it be that thing be gone, how could it be so great that it exists?"

He was shocked and wondered. Seeing some fresh wood chips stuck to the wood, he took a little and put them in his mouth to chew it carefully. It felt a little spicy, but the more he chewed, the more it tasted, it made people feel refreshed. Now he had almost the answer, but he didn't dare to believe it too easily, so he bent down and tore off a corner of the bark of the wood. Suddenly, the white and delicate wood meat inside was exposed.

"Neonhead Sandalwood!!!"

At this moment, the old man finally couldn't help but scream.

After waking up, he quickly turned to Song Wen and asked, "Where did you get this wood?"

"Sent from a friend." Song Wen replied?

When the old man heard that it was given by his friend, he couldn't help but look weird and asked again: "How much wood does your friend have? I'll buy it if you sell it."

"No more, that's all."

"How come that's all? Didn't you just saw it?" the old man said anxiously at the traces of the new saw on the wood.

Song Wen glanced at him and he understood that this Bo Gong thought he was a fool and wanted to get a bargain, so he was a man's wood.

He couldn't help but jokingly said, "Bogong, don't you think people don't know what this thing is?"

"He knows?" The old man was shocked when he heard this. He knew that he would give it to someone. You must know that this thing can't be bought even if you have money. It's not a prodigal son!

"Of course I know, I know, the cowhead sandalwood." Song Wen said disrespectfully.

"Then why did he give it to you? He was stupid." The old man asked with his eyes wide open.

"We are friends, okay?" Song Wen said helplessly.

"Friends? Now you young people are saying that they are trying to get into trouble for their friends and women?" the old man said disdainfully.

After hearing his words, Song Wen was so shocked that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so avant-garde.

At that moment, I couldn't help but ask curiously: "Bogong, you can't go online too?"

Unexpectedly, the old man glared at him and said, "No matter what you say, you young people can go online, of course, I, the old man, can do it too."

"You won't talk about QQ, are you?"

Song Wen asked with difficulty. Looking at Bogong's gray beard and hair, he didn't know what it would be like if some beauties who liked to fall in love online knew that there was an old man with white beard and white hair sitting in front of him.

"Of course, I have a website called 'Pinxiangju'. If you have time, go and check it out. Don't think that only you young people can access the Internet, but we elderly people can do it too."

Song Wen didn't know what to say, but just responded foolishly. He couldn't say that this world was too terrible and this society was too powerful. He could only say that his uncle was too ruthless and avant-garde. He was in his seventies and was still talking about QQ. I bought it. At this moment, he had the urge to hit the wall.
Chapter completed!