small farmer

Chapter 320 The Little Kid Shaking Honey

"Why did you spend tens of thousands of yuan on this tree root?" Mother Zhang asked Zhang Feng angrily,
Because in the countryside, almost no one wants such tree roots even if they are given away as firewood. Knowing that her son actually spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy it, how can she not be angry? Is it such a waste of money?

"Mom, when did you see me spending money recklessly? This is not an ordinary tree root, it's a golden nanmu." Zhang Feng quickly explained to his mother.

"That's right, auntie, three years ago, such a tree root would have cost hundreds of thousands, or even millions." Liu Yiyi also helped explain.

After listening to the two people's explanations, Zhang's mother finally eased her frowning. She was also out of breath just now, because it was unbelievable for her to buy a tree root for 1 yuan.

Although her son can earn millions a month, and she earns more than 1 yuan a month from a small stall, Zhang’s mother still can’t forget the time when her family was so poor that she couldn’t get rid of the pot, so she usually saves money. If you save money, you can't see people who spend money lavishly.

"Wow, brother, why don't you just carve this tree root into a desk and give it to me!" The little girl ran in with a large group of kids when she got the news, and said with a smile when she saw the big tree root in the yard. .

"You girl, you're only thinking of good things. Your brother spent tens of thousands of yuan just to buy this tree root." Zhang mother said with an angry look at her precious daughter.

"Ah, brother, are you so rich? You bought such a rotten piece of wood for tens of thousands of dollars!" The little girl exclaimed immediately.

"What rotten wood? This is golden nanmu, one of the most precious woods in our country." Looking at the little girl, Zhang Feng said angrily.

"Look, it's covered with water and mud, isn't it rotten wood?" The little girl pouted and pretended to be disdainful.

Zhang Feng shook his head, ignored the crazy girl, and drove away the little brats crawling on the tree roots. Zhang Feng began to clean up the mud and sand on it, and then washed it with clean water little by little.

After working for about an hour, Zhang Feng finally cleaned the roots of the tree, took out sandpaper and polished it a little, and it immediately shone golden in the sun. The texture of the gold threads on it was somewhat intertwined, and the overall shape was like tiger skin and flames, which looked extremely beautiful. , It is estimated that this is the attraction of Jinsinan.

"Xiaofeng heard that you bought a piece of golden nan tree root?" The old man who just got the news came a little late.

"Yeah, look, old man, it's here!" Hearing the old man's voice, Zhang Feng turned his head and replied, pointing to the tree roots in front of him.

"Well, the material is indeed made of Jinsinan." The old man walked closer and looked at it for a while, then nodded and continued: "1 yuan is indeed a good buy."

"Xiaofeng, what are you going to carve it into?" Then the old man asked curiously.

"I haven't made up my mind yet. It is possible to keep its integrity and carve it into a root carving coffee table." Zhang Feng thought for a while.

"Well, the shape of this tree root is really suitable for carving coffee tables, and the market price of golden nanmu coffee tables is not low now, at least one hundred thousand." The old man nodded in agreement.

"Oh, it can be sold for more than [-] yuan now?" Now that the Jinsinan market is dying, Zhang Feng thought it would be good if it could sell for [-] to [-] yuan.

"Haha, of course, what is a hundred thousand to the person you like? And your tree root is so big in diameter, with tiger skin patterns and stars all over it, 10 yuan is not much It's over." Although the old man doesn't play with high-end wooden furniture, many of his friends have it at home, so he also knows a little bit about the market.

Hearing the old man's words, the family believed that 1 yuan was not in vain. After all, the old man was well-informed, so he must be right.

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After a while, the old man came out from the backyard and said loudly to Zhang Feng, "Xiaofeng, go and get out the honey shaker, you kid haven't taken honey for a long time."

"Hey..." Zhang Feng smiled embarrassedly. If the old man hadn't said anything today, Zhang Feng wouldn't have remembered it. It's probably almost two months since the last time he got honey.

So Zhang Feng hurried into the house and took out the honey shaker, rinsed it off with running tap water, and then wiped it dry with a rag.

"Grandpa, let me come." At this moment, the old man was wearing Zhang Feng's equipment for collecting honey, covered his head and face, and was about to walk to the backyard, Zhang Feng called out quickly.

"Don't worry, it's okay." The old man waved his hand and refused. He also raised bees when he was young, so taking honey is very simple for him. As long as you take the honey carefully, don't move too much, and don't disturb the bees. what is the problem.

One piece, two pieces... After a while, the old man took out five pieces of honeycombs. The golden honeycombs were piled up in the basin, and the fragrance of honey could be smelled from a distance.

"If you have time, make two more beehives and divide them into one. Look at how crowded the beehives are now, and how much honey is wasted." The old man feels distressed when he thinks of the honey wasted by Zhang Feng. This is delicious. Hundred Flower Honey, and regular consumption has unexpected benefits to the body.

"How to divide it? I don't know how to do it!" Not only has Zhang Feng never done it before, he has never even seen it, so he can only ask the old man for advice.

"Hehe, I'll teach you when you finish the beehive. I guess you just need to teach it once and you'll be fine." In fact, splitting is to divide the excess queen bee into another beehive, so that bees will naturally follow it into the hive. In the new beehive, as long as the honey is left in it for a while, the bees in the new beehive will soon be able to build a new nest.

"Ah, honey! Honey..." The little ones shouted excitedly when they saw the golden honey.

"Brother Crazy, is your honey sweet?" The duckling ran over to ask Zhang Feng with a smirk dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, you little greedy cats, I'll share a piece for you to taste..." Zhang Feng shook his head with a smile, and gave each of the monkeys a small piece.

"Ah, so sweet..."

"It's delicious..." The little kids were reluctant to swallow it in one bite, licking a small bite at a time, which was rare.

The old man took off his equipment, sat down at the stone table drinking tea with a smile, and watched the group of leather monkeys playing in the yard, as if he was a few years younger.

After dismissing the monkeys, Zhang Feng poured all the honeycombs into the honey shaker, then held the handle and shook it quickly.

"Brother Crazy, I'll help you..." Seeing Zhang Feng having a great time 'playing', the little ones also wanted to come up and shake it, thinking it was very interesting.

"Okay, Da Mao, help me shake, slow down, don't be too fast..."

"Understood, Brother Crazy!" Da Mao was the first to go into battle, jumped up in surprise, grabbed the handle of the honey shaker and started shaking it.

"Da Mao, you have been shaking for such a long time, it's time for me." After about tens of seconds, the little duck couldn't wait to cry.

Seeing the little ones rushing to shake honey, Zhang Feng stood beside him and smiled, thinking that the world of children is really good, they can play with everything all day long, even if it is just a broken brick.Seeing these little guys, Zhang Feng also recalled his happy childhood.

(End of this chapter)