Portable space

A large group of people gathered around a big tree to look and touch it, and they only touched it lightly, as if the tree would be damaged if it was too heavy.

Wang Guicun came out from the dark and stood with Zhang Taiping who was standing behind the crowd.

Lighted a cigarette and said, "It's quite lively now."

Zhang Taiping nodded, this is a great joy and the village will be immersed in joy for a long time.

After the two old men saw it and left, the old village head said to the villagers who were still surrounding the big tree: "The hard-working people stay, and the others leave."

At this moment, the words of the old village chief seemed to be ineffective. No matter whether they were laborers or not, they stayed, but instead of surrounding the tree, they left the middle space empty.

The old village chief knew that these people couldn't be driven away at this moment, so he didn't say anything, but walked up to a group of young and middle-aged men standing beside Zhang Taiping and Wang Gui and said, "Then start logging."

Zhang Taiping nodded, and the others were gearing up to get busy.

"But this tree is too big, where should I cut it?" asked the old village head.

Zhang Taipin just took a look at the nanmu tree, but it was a bit too thick and tall. Although the taller and bigger the more money he made, the difficulty in cutting it also increased.It took some time to cut down the trunk of the tree that only two adults could hold hands to circle, and someone had to go up the tree and cut down the trunk that stretched out in all directions.

"Let me take a look first." Zhang Taiping walked to the tree and observed.

"How about four people form a circle and strike the ax together?" Wang Laoqiang gave an idea.

Zhang Taiping shook his head and said: "Nanmu is hard and hard to cut, even if four people look at it together, it may take until night to cut it, and if you cut it with an axe, the splashed wood chips will cause too much loss."

"Then how to do it? Marshal, please come up with an idea."

Zhang Taiping asked: "Does anyone have a chainsaw, and which one do you use?"

"Don't old man Qian's house and yours have woodcutters, but that big guy can't use it." Wang Laoqiang said.

"Who are you calling old man Qian?" Old man Qian said as he came out from behind.

"Haha." Wang Laoqiang said with a haha, "I'm just kidding, Uncle Qian quickly think of a way to cut down this tree."

Old man Qian glanced at him and said, "The one in my house is a planer machine, how can I use it?"

Zhang Taiping said to the crowd: "Does anyone have that portable chainsaw?"

There was a circle of people around but they all shook their heads, it seemed that no one was there anymore.

The old village head said: "In recent years, no one has cut down trees, and no one will buy things like chainsaws."

"Someone in Fengyukou has this thing." Wang Peng came out from the side and said.

"Who has this thing?" the old village head asked.

Wang Peng scratched his head and said, "I forgot the name."

"Then what's the difference between saying this and not saying it?" said the old village chief.

"But where is my reporter's home, I'll come over there." As he said that, he was about to walk out of the crowd.

Zhang Taiping said: "Ride my motorcycle, hurry up."

"Okay!" Wang Peng replied with a smile. He was very envious of Zhang Taiping's motorcycle, and wanted to buy one himself, but neither Aunt Wang nor Zhuang Yu agreed, thinking that his motorcycle was too much. Crazy for fear of an accident.

"Wait a minute." The old village head shouted, and then said to Wang Gui, "You and Wang Peng go there together and take two packs of cigarettes."

After the two left, Wang Laoqiang asked, "How did the commander find out that the wood is nanmu?" A group of people nearby were listening carefully. This tree has been here for decades, but no one has discovered it. What's so special about it, they are really curious how Zhang Taiping discovered it.

Zhang Taiping patted the tree and said with a smile: "Look, this wood is still as hard as iron after more than forty years. Think about it, can other wood be like this?"

"Indeed, if it's paulownia, it will rot into a pile of wood slag in two or three years, and even pine wood won't last a few years." A young man said.

"Who will this be sold to?" The old village head asked beside him. After the previous excitement, he calmed down and began to worry about whether the tree could be sold.But don't let everyone be happy for nothing if they can't sell it at that time, it will be embarrassing.Others also looked at Zhang Taiping, this is something everyone seems to want to know.

Zhang Taiping said with a smile: "Don't worry about it, old man. It's definitely worth the price but no market. If you take it out, it will definitely be robbed by others."

What Zhang Taiping said is not an exaggeration at all.

Some people say that golden nanmu has disappeared, and there is some truth to it. People who hold this view generally know more about history. It is difficult to get some golden nanmu to build a palace or make furniture, and even to get some golden nanmu woodcarving "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" Photo by Liang Haiyan Nan, in the "job archives" of the Forbidden City, it is recorded that Emperor Qianlong made a lot of Nanmu furniture.In the production of golden nanmu, the old materials are the most precious, especially the old materials of large-diameter logs. The price is very high, and there is no market price for each wood.

It can be seen that the current market stock of golden nan materials is very small, demolition is basically completed, house demolition materials will not be added, sand dredging is prohibited, and unearthed materials will not increase. It is protected by the state, so the price of golden nan materials will have a lot of room to rise with the increase in recognition.

Although this tree is not as expensive as the gloomy wood that has been buried underground or in the river for thousands of years without decay, the golden nanmu that has been around for hundreds of years is not worried about selling.

Not long after, Wang Gui and Wang Peng brought the chainsaw back.

Zhang Taiping said: "Go up first and a person will cut off the upper branches with a chainsaw."

Wang Peng volunteered and said, "I'll do it."

Zhang Taiping shook his head and said, "Just carrying a chainsaw is a physical job, you can't do it."

"I'll go up." Wang Laoqiang said.

Zhang Taiping nodded: "Tie a rope around your body. Saw off the thinner tree trunks first, and then saw the thicker ones last."

When Mr. Wang shot up the tree, the old village head shouted to the villagers who came up next to him, "Get out of the way, or the branches that fall will hit people soon."

With a chainsaw, it is very convenient to saw off the upper branches. It took less than half an hour to saw all the branches, and now there is only a bare tree standing.

After Wang Lao shot down the tree, a group of people under Zhang Taiping's guidance began to dig the soil next to the tree root, revealing the buried tree body.If there is no need to do this for other wood, just saw off the ground. But this is valuable golden nanmu, every penny and every inch is money, so we can't waste a little bit, and the underground ones have to be planed up .

However, when the taproot appeared, Zhang Taiping suddenly felt something, and stopped the shovel to make all the busy people around him stop.

"Marshal, what's the matter?" Wang Gui asked.

Zhang Taiping put his hand on the root of the tree and said, "The root is still alive!"

Just now he suddenly sensed a trace of spiritual energy, and he put his hand on the root of the tree to sense it again. There is indeed this spiritual energy in the main root, which shows that not only is the tree not dead, but there is still a glimmer of life at the root of the tree. And also brewed aura.But think about it, even an ordinary tree will have aura after growing for a hundred years, not to mention the golden nanmu, which is inherently talented!

"Alive?" Wang Laoqiang felt unbelievable, "No way? It's been dead for more than forty years, how could it be alive?"

Wang Gui followed Zhang Taiping's example and put his hand on the root of the tree to feel it. When he touched it, it just felt cool and moist, and he couldn't tell whether it was alive or not.

Zhang Taiping said: "Look, what's the difference between the main root in the middle and the partial root next to it?"

Everyone looked down and looked carefully, and they saw some differences. Although golden nanmu has strong corrosion resistance and will not rot after being buried in the ground for many years, there are always some changes, such as the color looks the same as The ones that have just been felled or are growing are different.

The roots under the tree are like this now. The roots around the side are all dark in color, and only the main root in the middle is brighter in color. In contrast, it is easy to make people feel alive.

"It's really different." Wang Peng said.

"Hey, if it is alive, maybe another big tree can grow, but it is impossible to grow to such a big tree." Wang Laoqiang also exclaimed.

Zhang Taiping said: "Regardless of whether it can grow or not, let this root be left."

Naturally, there is no objection to this.

After digging out the whole root, use a chainsaw to cut off the root that is deeply embedded in the soil, and then saw around it.

Zhang Taiping divided more than [-] strong laborers into two groups, one group was tied with a rope and pulled back hard, and the other group slowly moved in the opposite direction, thus slowly bringing down the big tree.

"Come, come, let's smoke a cigarette and rest for a while." The old village chief handed out a cigarette to each of them, and then said to the people who were idle just now, "We'll start filling the hole."

Zhang Taiping waved his hand and said, "Don't be in a hurry, we'll have a look after two days."

"What's the use of putting this pit here?" The old village chief asked in confusion.

Zhang Taiping can't just say that I'm going to water it with space spring water to see if it can give birth to another sapling, right?So he said vaguely: "Maybe it will be used again."

"Then don't fill it in for now." Although the old village chief didn't understand the specific function, he still said something.

After a short rest, a dozen big ropes and a dozen poles were found, and more than [-] people lined up on both sides of the tree to lift the big tree.Shouting chant together, they carried the heavy tree to the door of the village chief's house without stopping.

The villagers also followed and were unwilling to disperse, watching the wood that could sell for hundreds of millions.

The old village chief called Zhang Taiping and others into the room and asked, "Marshal, now tell me how to sell this big guy."

Zhang Taiping looked at Wang Gui.

Wang Gui shook his head and said, "No one I know can afford this price." He winked at Zhang Taiping.

Zhang Taiping realized that what Wang Gui did before was a costless business. Few people paid a lot of money to buy this thing. Even if they bought it, they wanted to make a profit from it, and they would keep the price very low, probably even half of it. The price is not enough.So he said: "I'll go back to call the trainee at night, and I guess someone will come to see it tomorrow."

The old village chief knocked on the pipe and said, "Okay, then I will leave this matter to you."

Zhang Taiping nodded and said, "No problem."

The old village chief said to others: "Who wants to stay here at night?"

"I'll guard it!" Wang Laoqiang said.

"I'll come too." Wang Peng also said.

Wang Laoqiang said with a smile: "Two more people, four people just make a mahjong table, and it's not too anxious to prop the table outside at night."

Two more people were going to stay and watch the night.

"Uncle, it will cost you to light it, the light bulbs outside will take two nights." Wang Laoqiang said with a smile.

The old village head shook his head and said: "There is no problem at all. Let alone one lamp, there are ten lamps. As long as you need it, I will also connect it for you tonight."

After discussing the matter, Zhang Taiping went home. After a busy day today, his body was covered in mud. He took a hot shower first, and after he came out, he called Yang Wanli.

"Brother Zhang, what happens sometimes?" Yang Wanli asked after answering the phone.

Zhang Taiping was not too polite, and said straight to the point: "I have a golden nanmu plant here, which may be a hundred years old. Can you find someone who is interested?"

"Golden silk nanmu? It's a good thing." Yang Wanli praised it first, and then asked, "But I don't know where it came from. It's okay if it's not convenient for you to talk about it."

Zhang Taiping understood that he did not ask this question to find out the root cause, but that things from different sources would find different buyers.He smiled and said: "The origin is very pure. This nanmu tree grew in the village, but it has been dead for several years, and it was only discovered a few days ago."

"That's good. I'll call Brother Song and ask him if he's interested. He wanted to find a piece of nanmu some time ago."

"Okay! I'll wait for your call."

It didn't take long for Yang Wanli to call: "Ms. Song said that I will go and have a look tomorrow."

Zhang Taiping said: "Can you find a few more buyers?"

Yang Wanli said with a smile: "It's really unnecessary. Teacher Song probably wouldn't buy it in the past, but after he reads it, he will spread the news to the circle, and there will definitely be many people who will know about it."

"That's fine."

"Hey, it's been a long time. I really miss your wine. I'll take Ale there tomorrow."

Zhang Taiping said with a smile: "I'm here to prepare two jars for you, drink one jar, and take one away."

"Haha, that's great!"

"Oh, by the way," Zhang Taiping said, "You call Fatty Huang over, he wants a dog, I reckon he can take it back."

"Well, okay, I'll call him in a moment."

"See you tomorrow then."

"See you tomorrow."