Mu Jieyu's eyes were indeed attracted by Bai Ling. He followed Bai Ling's fingers. Between the gaps between the crowds, he could see a small stall spread on the ground ten steps away. It was a red blood fire Ganoderma lucidum.
Blooming at the feet of the squatting peddler.
Mu Jieyu's eyes lit up, but his expression remained unchanged as he walked to the stall seemingly casually.
The salesman, who was wearing patched cotton clothes, was only eighteen or nineteen years old. His eyes shone with intelligence. He had been setting up his stall for an hour. Finally, someone stopped in front of him. He raised his head happily and saw that it was a group of well-dressed people.
The merchant immediately put on a smile: "Sir, what do you want to see? These are all good woods mined from Wanxiang Mountain. Can you see if this piece of agarwood is top grade?"
Mu Jieyu looked at the big piece of wood that the young man raised with his hands. The wood was dark brown, smooth and fine, and exuded a strange fragrance. He raised his eyebrows, picked up a small sawdust from where the big wood was resting, and pointed at it.
He pinched the tip, then put it between his breaths and asked.
His brows tied into a knot unconsciously. They were very similar in appearance and taste, but they always gave Mu Jieyu a sense of paradox, and he couldn't tell there was anything weird about them for a while.
"Young master, this little one is definitely authentic agarwood. If you don't believe it, look at it." The young man was afraid that Mu Jieyu wouldn't believe it, so he put the agarwood in his hand into a large wooden bucket filled with water. The piece of agarwood quickly
It just went down.
"Sister, it's real agarwood." When Mu Jieyan saw this, he smiled and said to Mu Jieyu.
Agarwood has great uses. It is not only a high-quality spice, but also a valuable medicinal material. Most of what is bought and sold in this market is bulk goods. When you go to the store to sell it, you are often bullied and bargained for, so most of them choose to sell it in the market.
For this reason, Mu Jieyu was extra careful, because these retail investors had disappeared after a few days, so if they suffered a loss, they would have to admit that they were unlucky.
Mu Jieyu watched the agarwood sink. His keen eyes looked at it as if there was a layer of black dust spreading out. This dust melts when it comes into contact with water. If you are not careful, you can easily be distracted by whether the agarwood is sinking or not.
"Where did you get this agarwood?" Mu Jieyu's heart moved and he asked carefully.
The young man's eyes were a little dodgeful, and he hesitated for a long time before saying: "Young master wants to buy it, I should tell you the truth, but... but I can guarantee that this thing comes from the right place!"
Mu Jieyu looked straight at the young shopkeeper and saw that although his eyes were evasive, they were still clear. Apart from embarrassment, he also had no humility. He knew that there must be some unspeakable secret involving privacy. So he stood up and whispered to Mu Jieyan for a while.
, retreat to the back.
Mu Jieyan knelt down, stretched out his hand, and discussed the price with the salesman in his sleeve. In this time and space, wealth was not exposed, and price negotiations and payment were all done in secret.
The price was soon agreed upon, and Mu Jieyan nodded to Mu Jieyu. The young salesman was also full of excitement and smile, and pulled out the red silk to wrap the agarwood thinly, but Mu Jieyu stared at his feet.
The Qilin Wood with the Red Blood Fire Ganoderma asked: "Brother, what is that at your feet?"
While the young man was wrapping things quickly, his eyes fell on the dark unicorn wood, and he said nonchalantly: "This thing was brought back from outside by my father a few years ago. My father is a carpenter. He looks at the wood.
When I moved it home, I didn’t even recognize what it was, so when I came to the market this time, my father asked me to bring it with me to see if anyone would buy it.”