Qin Feng was too lazy to argue with her. He picked up the bag and scanned the code to pay. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the middle-aged woman behind him clap her hands and smile. She pointed at someone outside the door and said,"Tsk! This old man was here again! He was the one who gave me that seed of yours!”
Qin Feng followed the middle-aged woman's gaze and saw an old man in tattered clothes.
He was riding a bicycle, and there was a bag hanging on the back of the bicycle. It was bulging, and it was unknown what it was filled with.
"Lady Boss! I'm here again!"
He chuckled and ran into the shop with a big red bag.
The middle-aged woman frowned and said angrily,"Go! None of your seeds can sprout. I'm not buying them!”
After saying that, he seemed to feel that he had let the cat out of the bag and was a little embarrassed. He quickly coughed and looked at Qin Feng guiltily.
Qin Feng pretended not to hear it.
"Sigh! Don't! Lady Boss!"
The old man quickly said," I have the seeds of the Hainan yellow rosewood! A peerless product! Crab pattern, cloud pattern, I have everything you want. I also have lobular rosewood. They're all high-quality varieties. I sell them for one yuan each! It was much better than those imitations in the market! Mine is absolutely authentic!"
The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes and glared at him.
"I haven't sprouted a single one yet. Who knows if it's true or not? Anyway, I won't buy it! Go ask someone else!"
The old man was anxious and wanted to say something. Qin Feng was silent for a moment and asked,"Where did you get these seeds?"
"It's passed down from my ancestors!"
The old man puffed out his chest proudly!
"A few years ago, those rich families liked to use precious wood such as Hainan yellow rosewood and lobular rosewood to make furniture. My ancestor began to plant these trees since the early Ming Dynasty. These seeds of mine are all real! It was many times better than those above!”
Qin Feng's eyes moved slightly as he stared at the old man and asked,""If that's the case, then your family should be very rich. How did you end up selling seeds to make a living?”
"Sigh!"
The old man sighed and continued,"Greed!" You don't know how precious these precious wood are! Let's put it this way. A hundred years should be enough for those Camphor trees to grow as thick as two people hugging each other, right? However, if it was a small leaf rosewood, it would only be as thick as a wrist! Therefore, there was a reason why it was expensive!”
"My ancestors had set an unwritten rule that no matter how many trees they cut down, they had to leave a few hundred trees for future generations to use in emergencies. Who would have thought that during the Qing Dynasty, when my great-grandfather's generation was in famine, he couldn't help but cut down all the trees!”
"Even if we cut them down, we still planted them. However, there was a flood later on, and all the saplings were drowned. After that, no matter how we planted them, these seeds would not germinate.”
The old man's face was filled with grief.
That was true.
One had to know that if it wasn't for his initial decision, he might have become a millionaire.
After all, the value of the wood on the market was comparable to gold!
During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, how many craftsmen were proud of creating a perfect set of Hainan huanghuali furniture?
As a result, it was difficult for the tree to become useful after being cut down in large quantities. By now, it had long been weak.
The wood that was currently circulating in the market, especially the Hainan yellow rosewood and lobular rosewood, was basically not freshly cut. They were all removed from the beams of old houses.
In the past, when there was a lot of wood, the rich families or those who had some family background or those who did not know anything about wood would specially cut down these trees to make beams.
High density, very hard, good load bearing.
It was only when the country became well-off and the wooden houses were rebuilt into brick houses that these precious wood finally saw the light of day again.
In other words, many people demolished houses and found a beam of lobular rosewood or Hainan yellow rosewood. It was like demolition and they were rich.
Qin Feng pondered for a moment, then looked at the old man and continued to ask,""What kind of seeds do you have? Can you sell it for money after it dies?"
He did have the intention to buy it. With the help of the spatial spirit soil and spring water, he did not have to worry about not being able to survive.
The key was that if these seeds died, no matter how much help he had from the system, it was impossible to revive them, right?
That was too heaven-defying.
The old man immediately puffed out his chest and stared at Qin Feng with an incomparably proud expression."You don't understand!"
"Let's not talk about anything else, just the yellow rosewood alone. Most of the yellow rosewood on the market now is from the south! That wood was not good. It had a strong smell, and it was strong and spicy!”
"It's not like the Hainan yellow rosewood. It has a fragrance that can be used as Chinese medicine! If you smell it every day, it will lower your blood pressure and calm your mind. It's first-class!”
"But where is the authentic Hainan yellow rosewood now? There were only two trees left in Hainan Park! A few years ago, one of them was stolen! Tell me, if this is the case, where are we going to get those seeds? There are many imposters!"
"I'm different! This was left behind by my ancestor! Not only was it a pure Hainan yellow rosewood variety, but the lines were also beautiful! It was easy to have ghost eyes! It's worth a lot of money!"
"If it's valuable, it's a dead seed. What's the use? One yuan for one pill is too expensive!"
The middle-aged lady boss couldn't stand it anymore and started to complain.
This old man boasted every year. In the beginning, there were people who bought his seeds, but when they bought them back, no one grew them!
After that, who would believe him?
Who would believe that?
" Who said my seed is dead?!"
The old man was so angry that he took out a seed from the red plastic bag on the spot. He used his nails to pinch it hard and then threw it to Qin Feng!
"Look! They were definitely not dead. They were all fresh. They were still alive! He just didn't know why it couldn't sprout!”
"What's the difference between being dead and not sprouting?!”
The middle-aged lady boss continued to complain!
Qin Feng didn't say anything and carefully looked at the seed in his hand.
Indeed.
Under the black shell, it still looked fresh and lively.
He placed it on his nose and smelled it. He could also smell the unique fragrance of the Hainan yellow rosewood.
It smelled good.
"How about this? How many seeds do you have left?”
Qin Feng put down the seed in his hand and stared at the old man as he asked.
This question shocked the middle-aged lady boss and the old man!
The two of them did not expect Qin Feng to bring this up!
And from the looks of it, it seemed like he wanted to buy it back and plant it?
The middle-aged lady boss almost bit her tongue!
Just a moment ago, she had said that whoever believed her was stupid!
PS: This chapter is a bit too detailed, but other than the old man's family matters, everything about the yellow rosewood and lobular rosewood was basically told by my father.
My father works in the factory as a carpenter, polishing mahogany furniture.
He said that most of the wood was removed from the beams. His boss had asked him to use the patches of Hainan yellow rosewood to make fake ones. Cough, cough. My family also has some small rosewood scraps. My father brought them back.
However, the Huanghuali factory in Hainan basically weighed them.
After all, most of the fingers could be used to fake corners and so on. They were too valuable!
Finally, he was asking for a wave of flowers and evaluation votes!
There was also the monthly vote to thank the flowers on the street for slowly returning!
Kneel and thank him!
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