"Boss Zhuang, I'll be fine after sucking this thing, right?" Fan Zhiyi, this kid, was really afraid of death and asked solemnly in a panic.

He gave Fan Zhiyi a solemn look and said, "The vegetables you eat still have poppy shells, and you haven't seen you die? It's not good to suck too much of this thing, but it's okay to suck a little a little."

Nowadays, many restaurants use some poppy shells to make large ingredients in order to enhance the flavor. The dishes made in this way are indeed delicious. However, it is not advisable to eat too much, otherwise it will be addictive.

"Oh, that's it. But... if Fan Zhiqi gave this fake agarwood to the old man, then wouldn't my grandfather?" Fan Zhiyi was suddenly shocked and asked.

Zhuang Chong knows what he is worried about.

The old man of the Fan family is old and weak. If he absorbs this fragrance for a long time, he may directly overdraw his small amount of vitality and lead to his demise.

It is hard to tell that although Fan Zhiyi is a bastard, he is not useless. At least he is a little filial to his old man.

"It's okay, we're a game of rolling around. The final ending is to expose the beads. By then, this fake agarwood will naturally not be able to reach the old man's hands." said solemnly.

"Oh, that's good, that's good." Fan Zhiyi had no questions and began to concentrate on looking solemn and fake.

Solemnly put the twelve Pixiu hand beads into the pot in sequence.

The thick Chinese medicine soup instantly wrapped around twelve hand beads.

Originally, this was made up of agarwood crumbs, with many gaps inside.

When this was soaked in the potion, it immediately absorbed the Chinese medicine soup like a sponge.

And the soup is like a dye, sticking to the hand beads, which is a trace of oily blackness.

"Continue to heat until the whole pot of soup is boiled. Turn off the heat and take it out." Solemnly cover the lid of the pot and said to Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi responded and took the pot.

Today he was very honest, and like a curious baby, he kept asking about solemn steps. It seemed that he was really interested in this thing.

If things are done this, they will be basically completed.

When the hand beads are taken out, the surface of the fake agarwood hand beads will be wrapped in soup, forming real oil lines.

And the most important thing is that the soup penetrates into the beads and emits an intoxicating fragrance from the inside out, which you can smell without having to put it on the tip of your nose.

Among all agarwood types, only Qi Nan can do this. Other agarwood must be smelled close or burned to smell the fragrance.

The fragrance of Qinan is so strong that it can be smelled at a distance.

With oil lines, aroma, rare quality, and submerged characteristics, as long as you treat it a little and make patina old, then this thing will be a bare antique.

"Okay, I can't finish this thing for a while. You go to bed first. I'll just stare at it."

From the beginning to now, five or six hours have passed. It was already eleven o'clock, but Fan Zhiyi couldn't hold on anymore.

Zhuang Chong had already sent a text message to Qiao Keke before, saying that he would not go back to sleep, which caused Qiao Keke to scold him, questioning whether Zhuang Chong had done something dirty.

"Okay, I'll go to sleep for a while first, and I'll take over you later." Fan Zhiyi nodded, walked towards the bedroom, and went to bed.

Zhuang Chong was in the living room, fiddling with the materials used for old work, while staring at the Pixiu hand beads in the pot.

Finally, four hours later, the soup in the pressure cooker was basically dried, and the Pixiu hand beads became a little dry after being boiled by the pressure cooker, and it was no longer a layer of sticky soup on the surface.

Snatch out the hand beads and put them on the table, waiting for them to dry naturally.

This process was long, so solemnly slept on the sofa in the living room for a while.

It was not until the next day that Fan Zhiyi woke up Zhuang Chong and Zhuang Chong realized that it was already dawn.

He was so tired last night, but he slept until dawn.

"Have the beads dried out?" Zhuang Chong opened his eyes and asked.

"It's just like the real one. It's so amazing! If it weren't true or not!" Fan Zhiyi looked at the beads on the table and kept admiring.

"At this point, it will be even more real when you put patina on it." Scrubbed his face solemnly, and then took out the grease that had been configured last night.

This is to pat the Pixiu hand beads.

Good things like this must have been played with by many people. If the beads have no patina on the surface, they will be exposed. Moreover, it is difficult to preserve wood cultural relics, and generally those preserved have patina.

Patches act as an isolation function and slows down the corrosion of time. Since the Pixiu hand bead is solemnly defined as an antique, there must be patches.

The general method of making old-fashioned wooden patina is to first corrode with acidic liquids to corrode the wood into a pale sense of historical vicissitudes, then use potassium permanganate to add a degree of whiteness, and finally throw it in a humid place to prevent waxing the surface after a week and make a fake patina layer.

However, this method is not suitable for using solemnly made agarwood hand beads.

Zhuang Chong specially prepared a grease last night. This grease can react with Chinese medicine soup and tightly wrap the surface of the beads, making it difficult to tell whether it is true or false.

Zhuangzhong took a small brush and applied the grease over and over on the Pixiu hand beads, layer after layer, repeatedly.

It took another hour to finish it.

When I solemnly put down the small brush, the twelve Pixiu hand beads were completed.

The beads are covered with a warm luster, not like the harsh light of new instruments, but deep and restrained, full of ancient feel. It is the old patina called "Black Paint Ancient"!

"Really! It's so true!" Fan Zhiyi repeated praise.

"Hand me the elastic rope and put it on." He pointed solemnly at a brown elastic rope in front of Fan Zhiyi.

"Ah? Just use elastic rope? This is a modern product, won't it be exposed?" Fan Zhiyi questioned.

"It's okay. No matter how good the rope is, it will corrode and break after a hundred years. If even the rope is an old antique, it will be really exposed. Using a new elastic rope just means that we have just got this thing and replaced the rope." After explaining solemnly, then stringing the Pixiu with a rope.

Twelve Pixiu hand beads were worn on the elastic rope in turn, and there was a Pixiu bead that solemnly opened three holes.

This is called a tee in the hand bead, which is used to export the rope and tie it.

Pull out the rope at the tee and solemnly tie a beautiful diamond knot.

At this point, this string of antique Pixiu hand beads has been officially completed.

The twelve hand beads have been carved by experts, and the Pixiu's eyes are naturally formed with agarwood texture and are lifelike. When held in the hand, a scent of fragrance is emitted, which makes people feel shocked. It is the legendary effect of the Qinan fragrance.

"Tsk tsk, if this thing appears at the auction, there are probably not a few million that can't be taken down." Fan Zhiyi sighed.

Such agarwood like Qi Nan, which naturally forms ghost eyes, is unique. It can be said that there is only one in the world. If you don’t take a million, you will be sorry for Qi Nan’s identity.

Of course, this chinan is fake and it is impossible to get it to the auction.

"Okay, have you done the thing I asked you to do?" Zhuang Chong asked casually put the Pi Xiu bracelet in a silk bag.

"It's done, according to your requirements, I specially found a group of people with little experience. They were a group of three, and there was a shortage of Feng Shui masters who looked at the tombs. I contacted them through channels and agreed to meet this afternoon." Fan Zhiyi introduced.

"Well, okay. You have to do the whole set when doing the show, otherwise it will be easy to reveal your strength and be easily found by Fan Zhiqi afterwards. In this way, the origin of this bead will be available." Zhuang Xin nodded.

I had solemnly told Fan Zhiyi before, but I asked Fan Zhiyi to find a group of local masters, and it would be better to find someone who had just debuted and had not done a few times.

The Tushizi is a tomb robber. The reason why Zhuang Chong wanted to find a tomb robber was to make a source for this Pixiu hand bead.

Generally, tomb robbers will find someone who understands Feng Shui to observe where the entrance of the tomb is. Even if the Feng Shui master is a scout in the tomb robber gang, he is used to find the location to enter the tomb, while others are responsible for getting things in.

The gang that Fan Zhiyi found was just short of a Feng Shui master, and the gang was preparing to steal a tomb in Suzhou Province, which can be said to be completely in line with the solemn requirements.
Chapter completed!