Chen Muyu quickly changed the topic, "By the way, Xiaomeng, do you know any friends who are in the mahogany business?"
Tomorrow the third uncle will take people into the village to demolish the house. After removing the nanmu, it is impossible to keep it there forever. Next, we have to find a market.
Xu Meng's family conditions are not ordinary, and there should be connections. What Chen Muyu thought in his heart was that if Xu Meng couldn't handle it, he would ask Zhu Daguang again.
"Redwood? You want to buy redwood?" Xu Meng was a little surprised.
Chen Muyu smiled and said, "It's not buying, it's selling. I've found a batch of old nanmu wood in the past few days and I'm about to collect it and resell it, but I haven't found a good market yet!"
"Sell?"
Xu Meng was obviously even more surprised, "About how many are there?"
Chen Muyu thought for a while, "The specifics are not certain yet, but there should be dozens of square meters, and some are second-hand nanmu furniture..."
"Are you optimistic? The water in the mahogany industry is very deep!" Xu Meng was more cautious, but still worried about Chen Muyu getting involved, fearing that he would be deceived by others!
Chen Muyu held Xu Meng's waist from behind, "Don't worry, I dare not say anything else, but my vision is definitely first-class. Otherwise, how could I have found such a beautiful girlfriend like you?"
Sweet words, disgusting!
The aunt in front of me turned around and took a look, pursed her lips, and looked disgusted.
"Hate!"
Xu Meng groaned, but felt happy in her heart, "I have an aunt who is in the mahogany business. When you have time someday, I will ask her out. You guys can meet her, and she will help you check it out!"
"That's great!"
Chen Muyu was pleasantly surprised and kissed Xu Meng's cheek, "I'm available at any time. Let's see when your aunt is free!"
"It's disgusting, there are so many people!"
Xu Meng's face was as red as a ripe peach.
The aunt in front started to pout again, muttering Amitabha!
Bodhisattva, forgive them!
…
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After offering incense to Guanyin Bodhisattva, because there is only one way up the mountain, and there are people blocking the road, it is impossible to turn around, so we can only go to the end of the mountain in one way and go down the other side of the mountain.
On the road, there is another temple, Zhang Fei Temple.
Legend has it that Su Dongpo, a writer from the Song Dynasty, once passed by this place. In front of the temple is a majestic statue of Zhang Fei, holding a spear in hand and astride a black horse.
And there is a couplet written on the pillars next to the temple: "A lonely temple in a lonely mountain has a single general."
After Su Shi read it, he felt strange. The temple Zhu told him, "When the temple was built that year, I specially asked the county magistrate to write a couplet. Unexpectedly, the magistrate wrote the first couplet, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of the second couplet."
After Su Dongpo heard this, he walked to the temple gate thoughtfully. At the foot of the mountain was the rippling blue river. The Qinglong River bifurcated here, sandwiching Thousand Buddha Rocks one after the other. The river passed between the mountains and there was a fisherman on each side of the bank.
Fishing.
Facing this scene, Su Dongpo was suddenly inspired and wrote the second line: "Two fishermen fishing with double hooks on both sides of the Jiajiang River."
This is a legend, but there should not be much discrepancy with this legend, because Su Dongpo's hometown is not far from Qingshan City, only a few dozen miles away.
Speaking of which, he can be regarded as half of Chen Muyu's fellow countryman.
The legend is very beautiful. Since you have come here, of course you have to go in and pay homage.
This temple is not big, and there are no temple blessings in the temple anymore. It is maintained by the scenic area. There are not many people coming in. Many people pass by the door and go directly down the mountain.
After all, most of the people who came to the temple fair today are locals, and they came to offer incense and flowers to Guanyin Bodhisattva for his birthday. I don’t know how many times I have been to this flying temple, so naturally fewer people came in.
This is good, there are few people, and it’s also clean!
Just wait until there are less people before going down the mountain.
But for some reason, as soon as he entered the flying temple, Chen Muyu felt something was wrong.
On the wooden pillar, the couplet is still there.
The statue of Zhang Fei in the temple is holding a snake spear eight feet tall, standing astride a horse, with a majestic look, like a glaring Vajra.
This famous general of Xichuan in the late Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms is also famous in history. He followed Liu Bei in the battles. He has always been known for his loyalty and bravery and left many stories, especially in the land of Xichuan. Although it has been thousands of years, there are still many stories.
of Zhang Fei's temple.
"Hey, how can a mere butcher in Zhuo County have a temple?"
In front of the statue, Chen Muyu had just raised his head to take a look. Suddenly, there was a shout in his mind, which almost shocked him.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Seeing his pale face, Xu Meng asked quickly.
Chen Muyu waved his hands hurriedly, "It's okay, maybe I'm hungry. I didn't even have breakfast this morning!"
Xu Meng looked at Chen Muyu helplessly, "Skipping breakfast is very bad for your health. Do you often do this?"
Chen Muyu said sarcastically.
Looking at the time, it was already noon. There was only one statue and a couplet in the temple, and nothing else was interesting. The two of them walked out of the temple gate again and walked down the mountain.
…
I found a shop and got beef with my legs.
Xu Meng went to order food. Chen Muyu occupied the table and took advantage of this free time to sink his consciousness into his mind.
In my mind, under the Black Mountain.
Arong was holding the giant ax and dancing like crazy.
"What's going on here?"
Seeing Arong's appearance of mad cow disease, Chen Muyu was really frightened and didn't dare to get close, for fear that this guy would go crazy and chop himself down too.
Hearing Chen Muyu's voice, Ah Rong slowly calmed down and floated on the spot, as if breathing.
"Owner!"
Arong held the ax and looked at Chen Muyu, with an unknown expression on his unreal face.
Chen Muyu then walked over and felt that there seemed to be resentment in Arong, and the resentment was soaring to the sky.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked tentatively.
Arong's mind seemed to be a little confused, and he frowned, "I don't know. Just now, Master, when you walked into that temple, I felt uncomfortable for no reason. There seemed to be a looming memory in my chest.
It seems that there is boundless anger to be vented..."
"Um?"
Chen Muyu frowned. The system said that Arong was a fierce general in the late Han Dynasty, and he just went to the temple of Zhang Fei. Zhang Fei was also a famous general in the Three Kingdoms in the late Han Dynasty. Is it possible that these two people have some connection?
Looking at Ah Rong's resentful look, it couldn't be such a coincidence that he was killed by Zhang Fei, right?
"If you think about it carefully, can you remember anything?" Chen Muyu asked.
Ah Rong lowered his head, thought for a while, and then shook his head!
well!
After all, it's just a remnant.
With Zhang Fei's bravery, there must be many generals who were killed by him, but this is also a clue. Come down and look for information. Among the generals who were killed by Zhang Fei, the one with the word "Rong" in his name may be Ah Rong's true identity.
However, at this time, Chen Muyu was not concerned about this.
What he cares about is that this guy lives in his mind and can actually perceive the outside world.
This is not okay. If this happens, won't I have no privacy at all? I just usually take a shower and go to the toilet. What if I sleep with my wife and play games in the future, and he watches?
Is this okay?
He quickly called the system for help and turned on the closed hidden mode, completely isolating the world in his mind from the outside world.
