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Ye Qiutang finished his meal, thinking that he was going to pass candies to Feng Haixuan anyway, so he washed the dishes with his tired body, but as soon as he opened the cabinet door, he stared at a [-]cm-sized wooden sculpture.

Don't think about it, this must be what Feng Haixuan wants to exchange for candies.

Ye Qiutang was helpless, the candy was worthless, and it was nothing to him, but Feng Haixuan insisted on bartering, which still warmed his heart.

At least, Feng Haixuan will not be a greedy person.

The wood carving still holds some weight in the hand, and it looks like it was newly carved.The sculpture is a God of Wealth, he is now open for business, sending the God of Wealth is also a good sign.

Come to think of it, Feng Haixuan is a Taoist priest, and there are pilgrims in the Taoist temple to invite the God of Wealth, so it is normal to have the God of Wealth in the temple.

I just don’t know what kind of material this wood is made of, but it’s also shiny and golden. The God of Wealth is paired with gold, and it smells like that.

After sending the things over, sending a message to Feng Haixuan to thank him, he fell asleep on the bed.

When he opened his eyes the next day, he looked at the God of Wealth on the bedside table again. After thinking about it, he still put this God of Wealth in the lobby of the inn, and put a small incense burner in front of the God of Wealth in a decent manner. A stick of fragrance.

"Hey, the little boss is worshiping the God of Wealth!"

The person who spoke was an uncle in the photography maniac. This uncle's general belly is bigger than a pregnant woman who is pregnant in October.

But the mental and physical strength is very good. Ye Qiutang watched him a few days ago, in order to take a satisfactory photo, he carried a cannon weighing more than ten kilograms, running all over the mountain, as nimble as a monkey.

Ye Qiutang nodded in response.

The photographer uncle smiled, knowing that he has really troubled people these days, and joked: "Don't panic, young man, we will check out later, and you can have a good rest then."

Ye Qiutang was startled, for a moment he didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

There are 9 people in their group including the beards. The inn is completely full these days, and the self-service supermarket earns a lot of money every day.

Coupled with the money earned as a guide these days, it is already a very good income.

Hey, I just don't know if the business will be better after they leave.

I hope the God of Wealth can bless him and bless him with a wealth of wealth. Thinking of it, he bowed to the God of Wealth again.

Few young people believe these things anymore. The uncle found it interesting and followed his direction to look at the God of Wealth.

This is incredible.

He originally thought that the God of Wealth was a modern handicraft, but he didn't expect that it was actually carved with golden nanmu.

"Young man is very courageous." The uncle guessed that Ye Qiutang might be the young master of a rich family who came out to experience life.

He conservatively valued this God of Wealth at around [-] yuan, and it was just casually placed in the lobby of the mountain village inn.

Are you not afraid of being replaced by someone who knows the goods?

Ye Qiutang was slightly different, "How do you say that?"

Seeing that his eyes don't seem to be contrived, the uncle guessed that he might be ignorant, maybe he just came out from home?

After thinking about it, he asked, "Where did the God of Wealth invite you?"

Ye Qiutang was taken aback, and replied: "I just opened this business not long ago. A friend gave it to me last night. No, I just put it on display."

"Then you are a very good friend, and you can give away anything worth [-] yuan." The uncle sighed in his heart, these rich second generations are really generous.

Ye Qiutang turned his ears with his little finger in disbelief, almost thinking he had heard wrong.

After a while, his voice trembled slightly, "Ten... one hundred thousand? This God of Wealth is worth one hundred thousand? Are you sure it's one hundred thousand, not ten?"

"This is golden nanmu, don't you know?" The uncle kindly gave him a science introduction, "Your God of Wealth looks like an old material, and the carving is also very fine. One hundred thousand is just a conservative estimate."

You know, it is not only wood that is valuable, but also this traditional craftsmanship.

Ye Qiutang was dumbfounded!

His family is rich, and he has never been short of money since he was a child, but he is not so generous that he can give away [-] things casually.

Everyone knows that golden nanmu is not cheap, but he is just an ordinary person, and he has little chance to come into contact with such things as golden nanmu, and young people nowadays don't have the time and hobbies to learn about wood.

Last night, I watched the God of Wealth shine with gold, but I was too sleepy, so I didn't think about it, and I forgot about it this morning.

But isn't the little Taoist Feng Haixuan a poor ghost?You can't even afford a 200 yuan old machine, and then give him the God of Wealth worth [-] yuan as soon as you sell it?

I'm afraid it's not you who is the God of Wealth!

Ye Qiutang was in a trance, he didn't suspect that Feng Haixuan was pretending to lie to him, after all, seeing such things was easily revealed by his speech and behavior.

Judging from his understanding these days, Feng Haixuan is just a poor Taoist priest in the deep mountains and old forests.

The only possibility is that Feng Haixuan doesn't know the goods anymore.

But here comes the question again, even if you don't know the goods, where did this thing worth [-] yuan come from?

Thinking of this, he immediately took out his phone and sent a message to Feng Haixuan.

He didn't dare to take this God of Wealth anymore, and planned to send it back to Feng Haixuan after the uncle left.

At this moment, another old photographer packed his luggage and came out, "What are you talking about? I..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes were all attracted by the God of Wealth.

Ye Qiutang's head was getting big, and he seemed to be a smart person again, if something was exposed, it would be troublesome.

The old man cautiously approached the God of Wealth, even breathing lightly. He stared at the God of Wealth carefully without blinking.

After a while, the old man looked a little excited, "Little boss, where did you invite this God of Wealth? Can you introduce him to a middleman?"

Now this kind of high-quality wild old material golden nanmu is not easy to find, and this God of Wealth knows that it is purely handmade at a glance, this craftsmanship is incredible.

Ye Qiutang originally wanted to evade a few words, but before he could say anything, he thought of Feng Haixuan, if he still had the golden nanmu in his hand, and it ended up being sold as an ordinary wood carving, wouldn't it be a loss.

He was already so poor, why not think of a way to help him generate income?

I just don't know if Feng Haixuan still has this wood.

"How about this, old man." Ye Qiutang said after thinking about it: "Leave a contact information, I also gave it from a friend, I have to ask my friend first."

The old man had no objection, and happily exchanged contact information, and then urged that as long as it is this kind of golden silk nanmu, any decorations are fine, and bracelets are also fine.

As he is getting older, apart from taking pictures, he also collects wood carvings as a hobby.

Ye Qiutang nodded, and it was a yes.

The message was sent to Feng Haixuan, but until these crazy photographers left, Feng Haixuan didn't reply to the message, and no one answered the phone.

It wasn't until lunch was delivered that Feng Haixuan finally appeared.

Feng Haixuan saw that there was a missed answer, so he called back, "I went to the field today, and I didn't bring my mobile phone. What's the matter?"

Ye Qiutang hugged the God of Wealth wrapped in cotton cloth, and angrily told Feng Haixuan the value of the golden nanmu and what someone wanted to buy.

Feng Haixuan was slightly different. He naturally knew through his mobile phone that golden nanmu would be worth more than 100 years later, but he didn't know the exact price.

But I didn't expect that such a small God of Wealth could be worth so much money.

Seeing behind him a pile of raw materials of the same style as the God of Wealth and the big tree that hadn't been brought back from the mountain, Feng Haixuan suddenly felt that he should be inflated.

Ye Qiutang carefully put the God of Wealth back into the cabinet, "It's too expensive, I can't keep it, you can take it back."

After a pause, he was afraid that Feng Haixuan would sell it as ordinary wood, and added: "It's really not possible, let me help you find a buyer with a suitable price."

Feng Haixuan smiled slightly, "The things you gave me are worthless in your eyes, but they are extremely precious to me, and to me, this log is just a tree that was struck to death by lightning last summer. It’s just a tree, I looked good, so I cut some whole ones back.”

Ye Qiutang really didn't know what to say. If he really had a whole piece of golden nanmu that was hundreds of years old, he checked the price today, and buying a house would not be a problem.

Does this count as sitting on a golden mountain but still eating bran swallowed vegetables every day?

Feng Haixuan continued: "You are running an inn to do business. I thought it would be more appropriate to send the God of Wealth, so I carved the God of Wealth. To me, it just took some time, and the wood was just picked up. You don't have to worry about it."

"But..." Ye Qiutang really didn't know what to say, "But it's really too expensive, I can't accept it."

And he never expected that this God of Wealth was carved by Feng Haixuan himself.

This is a bit powerful, my brother!

The two chattered and talked, but Ye Qiutang reluctantly accepted the God of Wealth in the end, but he was also thinking about sending something valuable to the little Taoist priest.

Otherwise he is really uneasy.

"By the way, you said at the beginning that someone wanted to buy wood carvings?" Feng Haixuan asked again: "If you can, you can help me and ask the other party what they want."

Ye Qiutang agreed, that's what he meant in the first place, to help Feng Haixuan increase his income to some extent, so that his life would not be so hard.

Feng Haixuan said again: "The wood is all on the same tree as your God of Wealth, as long as you see that the price is right, I don't understand these, if the buyer has special requirements for wood carvings, you can also ask him to send the pictures Give me."

Hey... Ye Qiutang sighed, he heard what Feng Haixuan said, as long as there is a picture, he can carve it!

Ordinary hands-on little genius, an alternative Versailles!

Looking at the God of Wealth now, his beard and hair are distinct, and his expression is lifelike. Even the arc of his clothes is as light as being blown by the wind.

With this skill, wouldn't it be good to go down the mountain and find a job?

Forget it, monks and Taoist priests cannot think with the thinking of ordinary people like us.

After the two discussed it, Ye Qiutang turned around and contacted the old man, saying that his friend still had wood, but the finished carvings would have to wait for some time.

The old man agreed without hesitation, and then the price was discussed.

price?Ye Qiutang only got a rough idea today, and he wasn't even half-baked.

After pondering for a long time, he hit the ball back, "How about it, old man, you can find a suitable price. If my friend is willing, then it will be done."

The old man also guessed that Ye Qiutang was just a messenger. It is hard to find a master woodcarver who has such good materials and extraordinary craftsmanship.

Most of the products on the market are purely handmade, but are actually made by machines, and those skilled masters have a limited annual output, and ordinary people cannot make appointments.

After thinking about it, he quoted a price that was suitable for him, "I'm not going to mess around with you, I want one as big as your God of Wealth, [-], this number is also auspicious, can you help me ask?"

Ye Qiutang saw that the price was honest, and after a little consideration, he made up his mind and agreed, "My friend said it's fine, but what do you want to carve? It's too complicated, so you need to pay more for handwork."

"Carve a Guanyin!" said the old man.

Ye Qiutang: ".......??????" You asked a Taoist priest to carve Guanyin for you?

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