When Jiang Zhou wanted to call out to Guan Xiangfeng, it was already too late.
"Master, don't worry, I'll call him." Qiu Xiaoye rushed to the door with his long legs. When he looked up, he saw Hong Boy holding a machete in his hand, about to chop at a chair that was as bright as jade.
Almost subconsciously, he yelled: "No!"
"What...what are you doing? Fan Qing, tell them not to shout in the temple." Jiang Zhou said.
Fan Qing nodded and ran over immediately.
Jiang Zhou is still relieved about Fan Qing. Relatively speaking, he is much more stable. However...
"Stop!" Fan Qing yelled, and Jiang Zhou was completely dumbfounded. What happened in the backyard? All three apprentices were like this? However, his legs and feet were inconvenient. He couldn't see it even if he tried to look, so he could only stretch his arms with all his strength.
I looked inside with my neck, but unfortunately, because of the angle, I couldn't see anything!
So Jiang Zhou became anxious: "Fan Qing, what on earth did you see? Take me there."
Only then did Fan Qing remember what he was here for. He had promised to stop them from shouting, but why did he start shouting too? His old face turned red. Fan Qing hurriedly ran back with Guan Xiangfeng, while Qiu Xiaoye looked like he was looking at the enemy who killed his father.
He stared at Hong Boy in a manner that said, "If you dare to chop the chair, I will eat you!" Hong Boy was so frightened that he didn't even dare to use the knife...
Guan Xiangfeng said while lifting Jiang Zhou: "Teacher, you don't know, there is an excellent little chair in the yard, and a naughty kid actually wants to split the chair! It's too much! I couldn't hold it back, so I shouted
Out……"
Jiang Zhou looked at Fan Qing, who smiled bitterly and said, "Me too..."
While they were talking, several people came to the main door. Jiang Zhou saw Fang Zheng sitting under the bodhi tree, dressed in white. Just as he was about to say something, his eyes fell on the chair lying on the ground and the chair raised high.
The butcher's knife was about to hit the red boy who was sitting on the chair. The knife paired with the chair made the scene look so strong! He couldn't let him not pay attention.
Jiang Zhou only took one look and his eyes straightened. In the eyes of others, this chair was like an emerald chair, with clear and natural texture, very beautiful! But in his eyes, what he saw was uncanny craftsmanship! This
Every part of the bamboo is shaved, chiseled, or cut according to the natural conditions of the bamboo, so it looks very pleasing to the eye, not like it is artificially carved, but as if it is naturally generated. This is why it looks so pleasing to the eye.
It sounds simple, but there are only a handful of people in the world who can do this! And among these people, who would spend time and waste materials to make a chair? Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that this chair
It is definitely one of the most luxurious chairs... Materials are valuable and skills are hard to come by. If the materials are also priceless, then they are truly priceless...
And this chair actually had its legs broken! It was even split into pieces!
At this moment, Jiang Zhou finally understood why the students were yelling out of control. If it were him, he would yell too!
"Donor, what's the matter with you?" Fang Zheng was puzzled. Why did someone come to make trouble for whatever he did? Before, when he was splitting bamboo, someone shouted, but now when he was splitting a broken chair, someone shouted... This is what he wants to do.
What? Want to go to heaven?
"Master Fangzheng, I'm sorry, we just lost our composure. It's just... what is Master Jingxin doing?" Jiang Zhou moved his eyes and saw several more chairs, benches, and a table in the yard.
, but these objects look similar, but the techniques and styles are different, but it can be seen that every cut on them is very particular, and they are not ordinary tables and chairs that are crudely made.
Even Jiang Zhou, who was used to big scenes, couldn't help but think to himself - What a luxury!
"Oh, this chair was broken by the poor monk's disciples, so I kept it useless and prepared to chop it up and burn it for the fire." Fang Zheng said matter-of-factly. Of course Fang Zheng knew that cold bamboo was a good thing, but for him, except for eating it when it is tender, it is always
When he was working, he was making tables, chairs, and benches, but they had no other use than burning them, so what were they doing? The system didn’t allow him to do business, so he was forced to sell them.
"Choose the fire?!" When Jiang Zhou, Qiu Xiaoye, Fan Qing, and Guan Xiangfeng heard this, they screamed at the same time, their eyes widening as if Fang Zheng had killed their parents.
"It's all broken. If you don't want to make a fire, why are you keeping it?" Red Boy was also puzzled. This bamboo may be good, but to them, it's just better bamboo. What's so rare about it? As for the workmanship of the chair,
His master made a bunch of them all morning, what would happen if he threw a handful away?
Lone wolves, squirrels, and monkeys all think so. In their opinion, this thing is worthless!
Taking a deep breath, the four masters and disciples of Jiang Zhou tried their best not to let their anger burst out. After all, this is someone else's thing, and outsiders like them really don't have the right to say too much about how they will deal with it.
Jiang Zhou said: "Master Fangzheng, the materials and workmanship of this chair are first-class. This is a good thing that is hard to buy for a lot of money outside. It's a pity to just chop the firewood..."
Fang Zheng said in astonishment: "Very valuable?"
"Of course! Although the workmanship of this chair only requires a few simple cuts, each cut is placed where it should be, following the natural trend of the bamboo. Moreover, there is not a single nail or other foreign object in the whole body of the chair, and the whole body is in that direction.
Put it, those who know it is artificial, but those who don’t know it think it is naturally grown like this. Such a good thing is not very valuable, but it is very valuable! Take it out and sell it for more than ten or two hundred thousand very easily! If it is a
If an old object is made by a famous artist, it will be even more valuable." Jiang Zhou said.
"That's it..." Fang Zheng nodded and asked the system in his mind: "System, do you think our craftsmanship is so valuable, can we sell it?"
"How can Buddhist craftsmanship be sold for money? Can you set your sights higher?" the system said.
Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said: "We don't need to make money, we just donate it and do good deeds, right?"
"It's a good idea, but it won't work! The craftsmanship the system has given you surpasses that of the world's top masters. This is already too much. You still make it and sell it? You are not doing good in itself, but destroying it.
This industry destroys those who really devote their lives to this art. How many people can you help with the money you sell? How many people will you destroy if you destroy an industry? Do you still think this is good?" the system asked.
Fang Zheng was speechless...
The system continued: "This chair will take top craftsmen at least a month or two from material selection and analysis to production. How many can you make in a day?"
Fang Zheng fell silent and said with a wry smile: "So, I thought things were too simple."
Seeing that Fang Zheng was silent, Guan Xiangfeng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought to himself: "The teacher is really awesome. He hit the nail on the head. This monk seems to be interested in money! Damn, if I had known this, I would have said it when I came up.
If you buy Hanzhu with money, don’t you have everything? How can you use such twists and turns... It’s a huge loss!”