After Chu Yue got the fire tongs, she immediately dug into the fire and picked out the wood that Zhao Dahu had just thrown in from the scarlet charcoal fire, and reached out to take it without saying anything.

"Doctor Xiao Chu, be careful of the burns!" Zhao Dahu reminded quickly.

Chu Yue did not lose her mind in haste. She reached out and picked up the part that had not been burned by the fire. The other end of the wood was covered with black charcoal and scarlet fire spots that flickered.

"The water is coming, doctor sister, the water is coming."

Zhao Xiaohua saw Chu Yue poking the fire, and cleverly went back to the house to get the kettle. She was small and weak, so she struggled to carry the kettle with both hands.

Chu Yue took it and poured the water on the wood. As the charcoal made a hissing sound, a wisp of white smoke rose up, the sparks on the wood went out, and the temperature quickly dropped.

She leaned in closer and smelled the wood.

Because the smell of charcoal fire was too strong at this time, it covered up most of the sandalwood scent, making it difficult for Chu Yue to smell it clearly.

She looked up at Zhao Dahu, "Dahu, give me a knife."

Everybody in the village generally has a chopping knife. Zhao Dahu handed the knife to Chu Yue and reminded her, "Little Doctor Chu, the blade is very sharp. You must be careful."

Chu Yue held the wood in one hand and the axe in the other. With one chop, the blade was sharp enough to scrape off a layer of the black charcoal, revealing the color of the wood inside.

It is a dark yellowish wood color. (Picture)

Chu Yue's eyes suddenly lit up and her face showed joy.

Generally, the inside of dry wood is slightly whitish in color, and only old sandalwood, after the bark is removed, is dark yellow.

If you smell it carefully, you can smell the rich sandalwood, which is the unique smell of old sandalwood.

As the saying goes, a measure of sandalwood is a measure of gold.

It takes hundreds or even thousands of years for a sandalwood tree to grow normally. Even if you have a heavy load of gold in your hands, you may not be able to buy it.

Zhao Dahu actually used old sandalwood to make fire and roast potatoes, what a waste of resources!

Zhao Dahu and Zhao Xiaohua watched Chu Yue from the side, seeing Chu Yue anxious and laughing, not knowing what was going on.

After Chu Yue confirmed the texture of the sandalwood, she asked Zhao Dahu, "Where did you get this wood?"

Zhao Dahu frowned and thought, but he couldn't remember it for a moment, because it was something piled in the woodshed. It might have been obtained by chopping firewood, or it might have been picked up from somewhere.

Zhao Xiaohua was the quickest to react. She said, "This piece of wood is the table leg. There was a stool that collapsed when Big Brother sat on it."

After Zhao Dahu was reminded of this, he remembered.

This happened half a month ago. At that time, Zhao Dahu's father was still alive. The family was having dinner. Zhao Dahu was too heavy and the chair was too old. He sat down and the chair fell apart. Zhao Dahu fell to the ground, which made their father and Zhao Xiaohua laugh.

Zhao Dahu stood up with a red face, looked back at the broken chairs, and wanted to put them together, repair them, and make them available for people to sit on again.

He would have made sure to hammer in a few more nails to make the chair more stable and not fall apart.

But Zhao Dahu's father waved his hand and said, "It's broken up. It's decades old and can't be used anymore, just like an old person. We can make a new one. Dahu is getting married soon, so we should buy some more furniture for the family."

I thought of finding a carpenter to make new tables, chairs and benches, so I didn’t repair the chairs. Instead, I split the wood from the chairs and put it in the woodshed as firewood.

The wood that Chu Yue was holding in her hand at this time was one of the legs of the chair.

"Are the other parts of the chair still there? Has it been burned? Go to the woodshed and take out the rest." Chu Yue urged Zhao Dahu anxiously.

A few minutes later.

Zhao Dahu searched the woodshed and took out all the recognizable parts and placed them in front of Chu Yue. It was the "corpse" of a chair.

Chu Yue was as careful and cautious as when she was a doctor. She picked up the wood piece by piece, carefully identified it, and scraped off the outer skin to take a closer look.

Unfortunately, this chair is not made entirely of old sandalwood. Only the four legs are made of old sandalwood.

And there are only three of the four table legs left.

One of them should have been burned by Zhao Dahu.

Zhao Xiaohua kept looking at Chu Yue, her watery eyes full of confusion.

Chu Yue handed the wood over, "Xiao Hua, smell it, is this wood particularly fragrant?"

Zhao Xiaohua took a deep breath and smelled a scent she couldn't describe. After all, children don't quite understand what adults like. But she nodded, "It has a different scent from other woods."

Chu Yue said, "This is Lao Tan fragrant wood. If you sell it, it will be very valuable."

Worth money?!

Zhao Xiaohua and Zhao Dahu's eyes lit up when they heard these two words, their faces full of desire for "knowledge". The two of them, one big and one small, looked at Chu Yue, almost asking directly, "How much is it worth?"

Chu Yue looked at the two of them and couldn't help laughing. She smiled and said.

"Sell me these three table legs, and I'll give you ten dollars each."

Clang.

Zhao Dahu lost his balance for a moment and kicked over a kettle placed beside him. Fear and panic filled his young face.

How many? !

Ten dollars!

It’s still ten yuan per stick, and three is thirty yuan!

That’s thirty dollars!

If Zhao Dahu had thirty yuan a few days ago, he could have bought the best coffin for his father, hired someone to mourn at the grave, and done many other things.

Zhao Dahu used to work as a laborer in the city. When he was lucky, he could earn at most ten yuan a month. When he was unlucky, he didn't even earn five yuan.

This table leg is actually worth so much money?

Zhao Dahu was so shocked that he was in a trance. "Doctor Xiao Chu, you are not lying to us, are you? You must be kidding. This is just a table leg of old furniture. It can't be worth so much money."

This time, even Zhao Xiaohua didn't believe it. "Doctor sister, you are a good person, but we don't want the money you give us. My brother is strong and can make money, and I can also work in the fields. We can support ourselves."

Chu Yue looked at the brother and sister with very different personalities and smiled helplessly.

"Why would I joke with you? This wood is called sandalwood, and it is old sandalwood. It takes hundreds of years for an old sandalwood tree to grow to the size of a bowl, so it is very precious and valuable. There are many people in the city who like this wood because it has a special fragrance. If it is a good-quality sandalwood, people will rush to buy it for a hundred dollars, not to mention ten dollars."

After Chu Yue's earnest explanation, brother and sister Zhao Dahu and Zhao Xiaohua gradually believed it.

They picked up the table leg, no, now it should be called ten dollars, and smelled it carefully. It smelled so good!

That is not the scent of sandalwood, but the scent of money. It smells so good!