Rosewood is one of the most precious woods in the world, and small-leafed rosewood is a kind of red sandalwood, usually referred to as "rosewood".

There are many types of wood in the genus Rosewood, but there is only one type of red sandalwood recognized in the botanical community. "Sandalwood Rosewood", commonly known as "Little Leaf Sandalwood", also known as "Little Leaf Sandalwood", is native to hot spots in the South Ocean Islands such as India, the Malay Peninsula and the Philippines. There are introductions and cultivation in Taiwan, Fujian, Guangdong, Guangxi, Yunnan, Hainan and other places. Hainan and the southern part of the Leizhou Peninsula have developed rapidly in recent years, and as street trees are planted in almost all towns.

Indian small-leafed rosewood, also known as chicken blood rosewood, is the most precious wood known at present and the most advanced of rosewood. The growth period of rosewood is extremely slow, only 3 cm thick every 100 years, and only 100 or even thousands of years can grow into a vegetation, so the price has always been very expensive.

The word "rosanthemum" started in "Ancient and Modern Notes" written by Cui Bao, the Grand Tutor of the Jin Dynasty. The book records that "rosanthemum wood comes from Funan, sè purple, is also called "rosanthemum."

The red sandalwood is dark purple, and purple has always been praised as auspicious and lucky fortune. It has always been cherished by emperors and generals and ministers. It is highly priced and ranks first among all trees. It is also known as the "king wood".

According to the book, people used red sandalwood during the Shang and Zhou dynasties, which became popular during the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and by the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, the resources of red sandalwood gradually dried up.

During the Ming Dynasty, red sandalwood was valued by the royal family.

The development of maritime transportation and Zheng He's seven voyages to the West have communicated trade and cultural exchanges with countries in Southeast Asia. In their regular and irregular trade exchanges with China, countries often have a certain amount of precious wood, including red sandalwood. However, this is far from meeting the demand for China.

Therefore, the Ming Dynasty sent officials to Nanyang to purchase. Subsequently, private traders came into being.

By the end of the Ming Dynasty, the high-quality wood in Southeast Asia was basically cut off. In particular, the rosewood was almost all tied away. By the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, most of the rosewood produced in the world was collected in China. All the rosewood used in the Qing Dynasty was collected in the Ming Dynasty. According to historical records, people were sent to the South China Ocean to pick rosewood, but most of them were not thick and not full, and the curved joints were not straight. They could not be used at all. This is because rosewood grew slowly and could not be made into a material for hundreds of years. They were cut off in the Ming Dynasty and had not reborn in the Qing Dynasty and had no source of growth. This is also an important reason why rosewood is cherished by the world.

Standing in front of the small-leaf red sandalwood tree, Song Wen took out a bronze mirror and carefully observed the meridians inside the small-leaf red sandalwood. A faint fragrance came from his nose, which smelled very pleasant.

He used a bronze mirror to carefully look at the small-leaf red sandalwood tree with a bronze mirror and found that the meridians of the small-leaf red sandalwood tree were flowing, and nothing happened. However, the nutrient flow was very slow and small, and gradually it seemed that there was a possibility of exhaustion, which caused the current appearance.

After careful observation, he found that this small-leafed red sandalwood did not absorb any external nutrients at all, and only relied on its own nutrients to maintain its own consumption.

I don't know why this is happening.

I was surprised and started to read it in detail again.

Finally, he discovered a strange phenomenon, that the place where the tree roots were dug up below seemed to be stopped, and did not absorb nutrients from the soil, but just transported its own nutrients to the tree, which seemed to be incompatible with everything around it.

Now, he understood why this happened.

After looking at it for a while, I felt a little dizzy, so I quickly put away the bronze mirror and sat on the bricks surrounding the small-leaf red sandalwood to rest.

It's a little better than before. If I had used a bronze mirror to look at things, I might not be able to hold on for five minutes. Now I can see them for more than a quarter of an hour.

After rubbing my temples, I closed my eyes to nourish the consumed spirit. After a while, the dizziness gradually improved.

After a while, Zeng Xinyong came with the spring water.

Song Wen took it and saw that it was actually snow water on the ice peak. It is said that this thing was made from a glacier that has not melted for tens of thousands of years. It is said that there are countless elements that are beneficial to the human body. Although I don’t know what to do after drinking it, a bottle of water costs more than thirty yuan, which is faster than robbing. However, it seems that this thing is not available in Nanzhou, and I don’t know where this guy got it?

I looked up and took a sip and felt that it was not as sweet as my own spring water.

"Mr. Song, look at how is my tree?"

After Song Wen finished drinking the water, Zeng Xinyong asked carefully.

"It's a bit unacceptable." Song Wen threw the drinking water bottle aside and said.

"Isn't adaptable to the local environment?"

Zeng Xinyong was stunned when he heard this. He had only heard that people were not suitable for the local environment, but he had never heard that this tree could not adapt to the local environment.

"Yan Zi said: 'Oranges grow in the south of Huai, and those grow in the north of Huai, are tangerines. The leaves are similar, but in fact they taste different.' The ancients have said that the same thing is the same thing, but when they go to another place, there will be another result. This is actually a kind of unacceptable environment. Huai's water and soil are fertile and the air is warm, so the reason why tangerines are tangerines. But when they arrive in the bitter and cold places in Huaibei, they have to work hard to adapt to the changes in climate and soil, so what they grow into is bitter and tangerines. The same is true for this small-leafed red sandalwood tree. It grew in the uninhabited primitive jungle of India since childhood and was transported to us all at once. It was unable to adapt to the climate for a while, and the soil became what it is now. Maybe it will be fine if it adapts in the future."

"What's that right?"

"Diet, what else can I do?"

Song Wen said angrily.

"Master, you want to save me!" Zeng Xinyong's feet became weak and he was about to kneel down again.

When Song Wen saw it, he hurriedly said, "I try to try it, but I'm not sure. You must be mentally prepared."

"Okay, Master, try it casually." Zeng Xinyong then felt a little excited and said with joy.

"Also, don't call me Master."

“Yes, yes, master.”

Song Wen was speechless.

In fact, he has no good way to cure the small-leafed rosewood, and he is still the same.

Then, he took out the bin from the bag he brought with him, climbed up the iron ladder, inserted the bin into the meridians that had not yet dried up, and hung the bin to prevent the branches above from losing nutrients and dying. After hanging a few bins on the treetops, he walked down, hung a few bottles on the waist of the tree, and then hung a few bottles at the root of the tree.

After hanging the bottle, Zeng Xinyong asked him to bring a small sprayer, pour the remaining spring water from the bottle in, and spray it on the tree with a sprayer to warm the tree body so as not to dry and crack the skin.

Zeng Xinyong looked at the small-leafed red sandalwood covered with drip bottles, and his mouth was so big that he could almost stuff a duck egg.

Song Wen ignored him after seeing it, cleaned up the bag he brought, and said to him: "You should also test the soil at the roots of the small-leafed red sandalwood, and try to change the soil around the small-leafed red sandalwood to the same as the soil in the jungle where it is located, so that it can have a period of adaptation time. It is best to create an environment like the jungle where the small-leafed red sandalwood grows. If these can be done well, I guess this small-leafed red sandalwood will not die even if I want to die."

"Ah... OK, I'll ask someone to take the soil for testing immediately."

Unexpectedly, it would be so troublesome, but Zeng Xinyong did not dare to neglect it, so he quickly called someone to come and take soil for testing.

After the fight, he asked carefully: "Master, is this enough?"

"Or what else do you want?" Song Wen glanced at him and said lightly.

"No, no, I'm just asking." Zeng Xinyong seemed angry and waved his hand quickly.

"I can only do this. As for whether to die or live, it depends on God's will."

Song Wen pointed to his finger, put the bag into the electric car, and asked Zeng Xinyong to take him back.

Zeng Xinyong looked at him with a suspicious face, not knowing whether he was reliable or not, but now there is no good idea, so he has to listen to him.

When he returned home, Song Wen took some bottles of water and asked Zeng Xinyong to take them back to hang the tree as he did, and sprayed water mist.

Zeng Xinyong nodded repeatedly, after all, it was related to his fortune.

He sent it back to Song Wen, Zeng Xinyong returned, and finally took out a red envelope from his pocket and gave it to Song Wen.

This time, Song Wen was not embarrassed and put it in his pocket. He worked hard all morning and asked for some hard work. Besides, he was not familiar with him. Doing this might prevent some people from coming to him to manage trees, so why not do it?
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