"I went to such a big place, is that a bronze tripod?" Wang Bobo asked

The little boy shook his head.

Wang Bobo asked again: "What is so big?"

"It's wood." The little boy said seriously.

Everyone felt very strange after hearing it.

"What good can that wood do?" Wang Bobo asked.

The little boy continued to say in a very serious manner: "I dug it out of the soil when I went up the mountain to cut firewood that day. I think it must be a treasure."

Listening to his childish but serious voice, everyone felt a little funny.

Anan said: "Kid, why don't you ask other people, we don't have time to play with you."

"Ah?" The little boy's expression after hearing this was sad and a little lost.

Two mountain women who came with the little boy said: "This child regards the wood as a treasure. No one will show it to us, and he keeps saying that his things are valuable."

"Just trust him once. This kid has been very honest since he was a child."

The little boy blinked his eyes, as if some tears were about to overflow from his eyes.

He waved his hands helplessly and turned away.

"Wait a minute, please take us to see it." Yang Zhengyu said.

"Ah?" The little boy looked back at Yang Zhengyu in surprise.

"Brother Yu, what do you mean? Is this a joke?" Wang Bobo asked.

Yang Zhengyu smiled and said, "Let's go and have a look without wasting our time. You see, he is so young. It is not easy to sell some wood."

Yang Zhengyu said as he faced the little boy.

"We are just going to take a look. I may not really buy it. If your thing is valuable, I will consider it."

The little boy raised his head, his eyes flashing, with strong hope, "I must be a treasure, and you will definitely make money if you buy it. Unfortunately, I am too young and don't know how to buy things."

After telling Yang Zhengyu, everyone became interested.

Then he followed the child and walked into the village.

The children were walking around with them.

Go through the village and walk up the hillside.

As everyone walked and chatted, they probably understood that this little boy’s name was Yu Tiedan.

My mother passed away young.

My father is currently ill and cannot be cured.

There is a younger brother and younger sister at home, and I count on him to support them.

I usually go to the primary school in the village, and after school I go to the mountains to collect firewood.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they heard about his miserable life.

The eyes looking at the little boy gradually became sympathetic.

This village is built on the mountain. The higher you go up, the higher the terrain becomes and the sparser the residents.

The houses are even more dilapidated.

After walking for about a hundred meters, there was a dilapidated green brick house crawling in the middle of the mountain road.

It seems that it has been in precarious condition for some time. If it waits for a while longer, it will probably collapse.

The door is made of wooden blocks and is more like a fence than a door.

The courtyard wall is just a small earthen wall about half a person's height.

An adult can probably cross it by stretching his legs.

The little boy opened the door.

He shouted into the room, "Dad, I'm back."

"Okay, who's here?"

"They are city people who come down from the mountain to visit the temple. They want to buy our things."

"Okay, okay, have you poured water for others?"

The little boy said seriously: "I just entered the house."

Then he turned around and said to Yang Zhengyu and others.

"You guys wait a minute, I'll get you a glass of water."

Yang Zhengyu said: "No, no need to bother, we can just take a look."

But the little boy didn't listen to him. As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared and got into the tile-roofed house inside.

Yang Zhengyu glanced around and saw that the yard was empty.

There is no such big thing in the yard.

Soon the little boy came out holding a big porcelain bowl.

He handed the big porcelain bowl to Yang Zhengyu.

"Uncle, please drink water."

What he said was a plural word, "you", not "you", which means that this bowl of water is not only for Yang Zhengyu, but also for other people.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and Yang Zhengyu also laughed. He asked: "Kid, is this bowl of water for all of us to drink?"

The little boy nodded, "Yes."

Others wanted to laugh, but Yang Zhengyu stopped them with his eyes.

Yang Zhengyu said: "Kid, thank you, thank you for buying us a drink of water, but we are not thirsty now, so why don't you leave it here first and show us your collection."

"I'm afraid someone stole it and put it in our house. Just wait until I take it out."

As he spoke, he flew into the room like a little rabbit.

Then three thin, half-grown children appeared at the door dragging a huge tree.

His younger brother and sister had been sitting in the room just now and did not come forward.

But at this time, the brothers and sisters worked together to carry the huge tree.

When Yang Zhengyu saw it, he immediately said: "No, no, no, don't take it, let us do it."

When everyone saw this, they all stepped forward together, one behind the other, pushing and pulling with all their hands and feet.

Everyone felt it was quite heavy once they started using it.

It took a lot of effort to lift the wood out of the house.

Yang Zhengyu was also a little stunned when he saw this thing.

It looks like a dead tree stump.

It also has the smell of earth dug out of the earth.

The system also gives timely prompts.

"Agarwood, true"

"Valuation: 300,000."

Agarwood is the dry woody part of trees such as Agarwood or Agarwood of the Daphne family.

Can be used as spice or Chinese herbal medicine.

There are some differences between agarwood and agarwood.

When the heart of the agarwood tree is stimulated by trauma or fungal infection, it will secrete a large amount of resin with a strong fragrance.

Because these parts are very dense, they will sink into the water, so they are also called "water agarwood".

Agarwood is a precious spice that is used as burning incense, extracted spices, added to wine, or directly carved into decorations.

One gram of fine agarwood is worth hundreds of dollars.

But the price of agarwood is much cheaper, and the texture varies.

The system can be valued at 300,000, which seems to be about the same price.

Although this is not a lot of money.

But I believe that for this family, it is enough to save lives.

"Uncle, am I a good thing?" the little boy asked him seriously.

Yang Zhengyu said: "Yes, this is a piece of agarwood, worth about 300,000."

"Ah, really."

As soon as the words came out, everyone was surprised.

The three brothers in the dormitory looked at this piece of dead wood that was longer than a person's open arm.

Wang Bobo said: "I'm going, right? Brother Yu? We can all encounter good things here."

Instead, Anan looked at Yang Zhengyu with strange eyes.

People always see through leaks without telling them, but Yang Zhengyu came straight to the point and said it was agarwood, worth 300,000. What if someone doesn’t sell it later?
Chapter completed!