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, but 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 shouted: "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. Jiang Zhou was completely dumbfounded. What happened in the backyard? All three apprentices are like this? However, his legs and feet were inconvenient. He couldn't see anything even if he tried to look, so he could only stretch his neck and look inside. Unfortunately, due to the angle, he couldn't see anything!
So Jiang Zhou became anxious: "Fan Qing, what on earth did you see? Take me there."
Fan Qing then remembered what he was here to do. He had promised to stop them from shouting, but why did he also shout too? The old man blushed, and Fan Qing hurriedly ran back with Guan Xiangfeng, while Qiu Xiaoye stared at the red boy as if he were looking at the enemy who killed his father, with a attitude of "If you dare to split the chair, I will eat you!" Red Boy was so scared that he didn’t dare to take 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 on the chair. This knife matches this chair, the image is so strong! There was no room for him not to notice.
Jiang Zhou only glanced at it and his eyes straightened. In the eyes of others, this chair is like an emerald chair. The texture is clear and natural, very beautiful! But in his eyes, what he saw was uncanny craftsmanship! Every part of this 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 sounds simple to say, 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 is definitely one of the most luxurious chairs... Materials are valuable and skills are hard to find. If the materials are also priceless, then it is truly priceless...
And this chair actually had its legs broken! He's going to be hacked too!
At this moment, Jiang Zhou finally understood why the students were yelling out of control. If it were him, he would yell too!
"Donor, are you okay?" Fang Zheng was puzzled. How come someone comes to make trouble for whatever he does? Before, when I was splitting a piece of bamboo, someone yelled. Now I am splitting a broken chair, and someone is yelling... What are you doing? Want to go to heaven
"Master Fangzheng, I'm sorry, we just lost our composure, but... what is little Master Jingxin doing?" Jiang Zhou moved his eyes and saw several more chairs, benches, and a table in the yard. However, these objects look similar, but the techniques and styles are different. However, 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. It is kept useless and is ready to be chopped down to light the fire." Fang Zheng said matter-of-factly. Of course Fangzheng knew that cold bamboo was a good thing, but for him, apart from eating it when it was young and making tables, chairs and benches when it was old, it had no other use. If it wasn't burned, what was it for? The system didn't allow him to do business and pulled him out to sell.
"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.
"This is all broken. If you don't want to make a fire, why are you keeping it?" Hong Boy was also puzzled. This bamboo may be good, but in their place, it can only be considered a better bamboo. What's so rare about it? As for the workmanship of the chairs, his master made a lot of them all morning. What would happen if he threw a few 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 hard 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: "Is it valuable?"
"Of course! Although the workmanship of this chair only requires a few simple cuts, each cut falls where it should, 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 are 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 asked.
Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "We don't use the money we make. We just donate it and do good deeds. Head office, 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 a good thing?" 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: "I see, 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 spend money to buy Hanzhu, don’t you have everything? Why bother with such twists and turns... It’s a huge loss!”
(End of chapter)