Gulu swallowed his saliva and asked Ata, "Uncle, do you know what kind of wood this crossbar is made of?"
"Know!"
Ata nodded and said disapprovingly, "Isn't it just rosewood?"
"It has another name, Huanghuali wood, do you know it?"
"Know."
Jian Yuelan was bewildered, "You still sell it even though you know it?"
"There's no point in keeping it. My family doesn't have the money to build a house."
This makes a lot of sense. Because there is no money to build a house, such a big rosewood tree is useless.
If Jian Yuelan had a lower sense of morality, she would definitely buy the rosewood used to make the crossbeam without saying a word.
But she happened to know the price of rosewood.
“Huanghuali wood is quite expensive.”
She reminded him, and Ata hummed, "If you want, I can give it to you at a lower price, but not by much. After all, it weighs a lot."
Jian Yuelan immediately understood that Uncle Ata knew the value of huanghuali wood.
This way, she can talk business without feeling guilty.
"You make an offer!"
Ata held out a hand, "This number."
"make a deal."
She made a fortune by buying such a big rosewood tree for 500 yuan.
Now it was Ata who hesitated. He said, "Nier, are you sure you want to?"
"Sure!"
Then, Jian Yuelan bought the rosewood tree for five hundred yuan.
In addition, she bought another crossbar, this time an ordinary crossbar.
She plans to collect the rosewood first, and when the time is right, make it into furniture or something else.
It is absolutely impossible to use it to make a wooden man.
Ata asked someone to help him send the two horizontal beams back home. The old man and the old woman were both discerning people and they saw the true value of rosewood at a glance.
After Ata left with the money, the old man came over and said, "Zhizhi, is this big piece of Huanghuali wood yours now?"
Jian Yuelan nodded and pulled the old man to the Huanghuali wood. "Grandpa, can you see if this crossbeam can be used to make furniture?"
The old man, who had already studied the horizontal wood, said in a resounding voice, "Yes!"
"The real charm of huanghuali wood lies in its core."
He pointed to the core material and said with emotion, "There's a saying in the furniture industry since ancient times: people are divided into different classes, and wood is divided into rosewood and red sandalwood."
"This Huali refers to Huanghuali."
After circling the beam again, he gave an accurate assessment, "The one you bought is at least three or four hundred years old."
"So many years?"
The old man hummed and began to worry, "Have you ever thought about how you are going to place such a large beam?"
"Making furniture."
Jian Yuelan was prepared. "I'll call my uncle and ask him to come over and make furniture out of this piece of Huanghuali wood, and the scraps into beads. What do you think?"
The old man thinks this plan is okay, but...
"Is your uncle willing to come?"
"Of course I do."
Her uncle has no other hobbies except playing with wood.
My uncle always wanted to play with pear wood, but pear wood does not grow in Northeast China, so his wish can only remain a wish.
Now that she has such a big piece of rosewood, if her uncle gets to know the news, even if this piece of rosewood can only make a small stool, he will come over.
"Then put it aside for now and wait until your uncle comes."
"good."
The rosewood was placed in the backyard, and another ordinary crossbeam was placed directly in the front yard.
Then, Jian Yuelan went to the logistics department to borrow carpentry tools, came back and transformed herself into a carpenter and began to work hard making wooden figures.
After working for a few hours, the yard had a sand pit and a cat climbing frame, as well as two wooden men, one big and one small.
Daji and the others were extremely curious about the wooden men. They first circled around the two wooden men, and then went over to smell them.
Then……
They punched the wooden man with their tiger-like meow fists, which were as fast as a tiger. Their speed was really fast and their strength was really great, and they hit the wooden man with a loud bang.
The old lady gasped, "Don't these claws hurt?"
She felt pain at the sound.
"It must hurt."
Didn’t you see that the silly cats slowed down and their pupils changed?
As expected, almost at the moment Jian Yuelan finished speaking, several claws rushed to Doudou like arrows, shouting in a rhythmic voice, and pointing their furry claws at the wooden man.
The meaning of the complaint is very clear.
Doudou, who has his own way of communicating with Daji and the others, said he was in a difficult situation.
He looked at Daji and the others, then at the two wooden figures. After two seconds of silence, he reached out and touched Daji's head, saying in a baby voice, "I'm sorry, I can't hurt them."
Daji's pupils dilated and he meowed, looking like he was so useless.
Little Doudou said confidently, "I'm still young. I'll be able to beat them when I grow up."
As soon as he said this, Daji turned around and left.
Xiaoji and the others immediately followed, meowing and communicating something.
The child didn't know if he understood or not, but his face turned red with anger as he shouted, "Come back, I'll let Mommy help you get revenge."
Jian Yuelan, "???"
Why would she, a mere spectator, stoop to the level of helping six cats avenge their deaths?
When she was wondering whether to refuse, the child had already brought Daji and the others who had turned back to her.
Facing seven pairs of round eyes, Jian Yuelan rushed to the big wooden man and made a starting gesture, "Son, watch carefully."
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