When he was about to leave, Fang Yuan glanced at him, but noticed that the charcoal, like a brick, seemed to have a wonderful pattern on its side...

At the same time, Bao Longtu was urging again: "Maozi, why are you still standing there? Come on and follow me."

"It's here." Fang Yuan responded, and after pondering for a moment, he immediately bent down to pick up the charcoal-like thing, and then left without looking closely.

After a while, Fang Yuan and Bao Longtu met up, and the others naturally saw what was in his hands.

"What are you doing with a black brick?" Bao Longtu said in surprise.

"Look, does this pattern look like a dragon and a tiger?" Fang Yuan did not hide it, and directly straightened the side of the thing and signaled: "The dragon plates the sky and the tiger lies on the ground, which is very artistic."

"Huh?" The others quickly looked at it. At first glance, they found that the pattern really looked quite similar. After all, it was burned by fireworks, so the color on the surface of the east and west is different. The light color is a dragon, floating in the air, spreading its teeth and claws, winding and twisting; the dark color is like a tiger, crawling underneath, with a bit of mighty momentum.

One dragon and one tiger are similar in shape, which is better like traditional ink paintings, rendered properly and has a very charming touch.

"Good thing." Luo Qiu glanced at it and praised: "Take it back and put it at home, and you can also play with it as a strange stone. But I'm afraid that the pattern will fade over time."

"It doesn't matter, it's the one I picked anyway." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "And this is not a stone, but wood. The wood that is about to be burned into charcoal may be retained for a longer time."

"Whatever you..."

After looking at it for a while, everyone didn't care much. While talking and laughing, they came back to the courtyard of Ximen Huo Shu, and then surrounded the golden nanmu and continued to study and admire it.

At this time, Fang Yuan looked at the golden nanmu for two seconds and was no longer interested. After all, it was just a tree. He could only see the appearance of the branches and leaves of the tree, and could not see the internal situation at all.

You should know that unless it is an ornamental tree species, what everyone likes is always the texture and texture of the inside of the tree. For example, Huanghuali, Rosewood, Huangyang Wood, and precious trees like this are not unique in texture. The wood texture is very beautiful and very ornamental.

To put it bluntly, this is a question of aesthetic taste. For example, loose firewood can be broken at will, and the wood grain is straightforward and has no aesthetic feeling. The quality is not good and it is not beautiful, so it will definitely become the end of being burned by firewood.

This is an aesthetic view or value formed by people who have classified and summarized over thousands of years. No one can avoid it. The appearance of golden nanmu is not its inner beauty, nor is it ornamental. In comparison, Fang Yuan is naturally more concerned about the wood picked up.

Next to the courtyard was a small stone bench and stone table. Fang Yuan walked over and sat down, then placed the wood on the table and looked at it carefully, and carefully checked the quality of the wood. In fact, he was quite worried that the wood had been charred, so he would crush it with a little force.

However, the facts proved that Fang Yuan was a little too careful. He gently pinched his fingers and found that the wood was not moving at all. Then he continued to press hard, and felt that the thing was very hard and there was no sign of cracking.

After some inspection, Fang Yuan's interest became stronger. He held the wood in his hand and weighed it gently and found that although the wood was not as heavy as the brick, the weight was not light.

"To put it, what kind of wood is this?" Fang Yuan was also a little confused. After all, in his impression, in the charcoal pile, there was a statue of god.

"The firewood should not be such a large piece, so is it the residue of the statue?" Fang Yuan thought about it. After all, after the statue burned, a piece of wood like a cube was left. No matter how you look at this, it was a bit strange.

"No, I seem to have ignored something..." For a moment, Fang Yuan felt something was wrong, but this feeling was very vague. No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Damn, I'm getting older and getting more and more forgot." Fang Yuan couldn't help but raise his hand to slap his head. But as soon as his palm was raised into the air, he stopped and a flash of inspiration was flashed.

At the right time, Fang Yuan stared blankly at the black palm. After a moment, his eyes became clearer and light flashed: "No, it's really wrong, it shouldn't be like this..."

"What are you muttering about? What's right?" At the same time, Bao Longtu walked over and sighed, "Golden nanmu, that's all, it's quite boring. Let's go back to the county town later, then take a look at the scenic spots in the county town, see the so-called Songxi Sanjus, and buy some local local specialties, otherwise it will feel like it will be in vain."

"If this is not the case, what else do you want?" Fang Yuan said casually: "It is normal to be bored. Isn't the meaning of traveling just to squander boring time?"

"Your words...think carefully, there seems to be nothing wrong." Bao Longtu sighed and then smiled: "Of course, there is no gain. Master Luo just promised me that as long as I find another good wood, he will carve a work for me for free."

"Good thing." Fang Yuan raised his eyes and said with a smile: "But, there is no good wood on your hand."

"I don't have it, Luoshui has it." Bao Longtu said with a smile: "I decided to first credit a piece of good wood from Luoshui, and then let Master Luo carve it into a work, then sell it to others, and return it to Luoshui after making money."

"It's a waste of money." Fang Yuan blinked: "Since that's the case, just sell the work to Luoshui."

"No, you know, I'm an honest person, I'm sorry to kill old friends." Bao Longtu said seriously: "Of course, if you want, I can sell it to you..."

"..." Fang Yuan was speechless, rolled his eyes and continued to study the wooden blocks in his hand.

"What's so good about this broken thing?" Bao Longtu said in confusion: "Do you really treat it as a treasure?"

"You don't understand." A smile appeared on Fang Yuan's mouth: "Maybe..."

"Master Fang!"

Before Fang Yuan could finish his words, a sound of surprises came over. The sound was very loud and echoed faintly in the valley.

"Who?" Fang Yuan was stunned and said in surprise: "Are you calling me?"

"It should be..." Bao Longtu was also confused, then got up and searched. The next second, he was surprised and said, "Hey, why is Mr. Mai coming?"

"Which?" Fang Yuan looked back and said in surprise: "Maihe!"

"If it's not him, who else can there be?" Bao Longtu said in surprise: "The eyes are so sharp, I'll see you from afar."

"Why is he here?" Fang Yuan was surprised: "Are you here to find us?"

"No?" Bao Longtu hesitated and said, "If you want to find us, just call us directly. As for following us all the way to Songxi? But it is hard to say. Maybe we came to you to solve the Feng Shui problem. Only by following us in person can we show sincerity."

While the two were guessing, Maihe hurried over surrounded by a group of people. Before he could reach the fence courtyard, Maihe said happily: "Master Fang, why are you here?"

"I want to ask this?" Fang Yuan said in confusion: "I have been too busy recently and finally came to an end. So I just went out to travel with my friends to relax. Mr. Mai, you are here to find me?"

"It's such a coincidence." Mai He seemed surprised and happy, and his expression was a bit complicated: "This is my hometown."

"Huh!"

Hearing this, Bao Longtu blurted out: "Are you the rich and unkind tyrant tyrant in the villagers' words?"

"Bun, stop talking nonsense." Fang Yuan glared. Although this may be a fact, he could not say it in front of others. It was so embarrassing.

The truth is the same. Mai He's expression changed when he heard the voice, and he immediately returned to normal. He smiled faintly and said, "Brother Bao, you can't just listen to one-sided words, just give me a character."

"Haha, haha." Bao Longtu smiled and said, "Mr. Mai, I'm just kidding, don't take it to your heart."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Mai He sighed lightly: "Actually, you don't need to say more. I also know that my reputation here is definitely not very good. Evaluations such as stinginess and disregarding relatives must be flying all over the sky, as we all know."

"Huh?" Fang Yuan was stunned and thoughtfully said: "From Mr. Mai's opinion, what is the secret of this matter?"

"... That's right." Mai He nodded and said, "If someone else asked, I would definitely be too lazy to say more. After all, the clear one is clear, and the turbid one is turbid. I don't feel sorry for them, so I naturally have no interest in explaining it."

"Of course, Master Fang is different. I don't want you to misunderstand it, making you feel that I am a cold-blooded, ruthless and unrighteous person." Mai He said sincerely: "Ask yourself, although Mai He is not a great philanthropist and a good person to save suffering, I will do my best to do my best every year if there are natural disasters and man-made disasters in various places every year."

"Whether it is donation or donation, it never falls behind others. Although I don't know how much money and materials donated are really used for people in need of help, I can be regarded as worthy of my conscience."

At this time, Mai He said solemnly: "But for this village, where I was born, I can say with confidence that I don't owe them! On the contrary, they owe me an explanation!"

"It's true that there's something inside." Fang Yuan and Bao Longtu looked at each other and immediately came to the same conclusion.

After all, for Mai He, after they had been in contact for a long time, they knew that Mai He was not stingy. Generally speaking, rich people with wealth are rich and powerful, and they cannot be stingy. Or for ordinary people, tens of thousands of yuan is considered a lot of money, but for rich people, a meal may be the same value.

Of course, the money of the rich is not for nothing, and it is impossible to give it to others for no reason. However, repaying the hometown, building bridges and roads in the hometown, and seeking a good reputation, seems to be something that many rich people are happy to do.
Chapter completed!