When Yang Bo and his entourage arrived at his hometown, they saw Yang’s mother standing outside the door and looking around. She didn’t know how long she had been looking there. (

Yang Bo took Li Er and Li Er to the back of the house, pointed at the coffin and said, "You guys take a look first, I have something to do."

After that, Yang Bo gave some instructions to Mother Yang, then picked up the snakeskin bag and walked towards the Earth Temple.

There was no one else on the road, which made Yang Bo breathe a sigh of relief. He quickly walked into the temple, took out the burning incense in the incense burner, poured the ashes into the prepared fake Xuande burner, and re-inserted the incense burner.

He smeared incense ashes on the incense burner, cleaned up the scene of the crime, put the Xuande burner into a snakeskin bag, and walked out.

It wasn't until he carefully put the incense burner into the box in the trunk that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Bo turned around and walked towards the back of the house, but did not notice that he hurriedly came and went from the Earth Temple, which attracted the attention of the old lady. The old lady walked into the Earth Temple and looked around. There was a statue of the Earth God and an incense burner.

, the incense was still burning, and she was a little confused. She never thought that Yang Bo had replaced the incense burner.

Yang Bo walked to the back of the house and saw Boss Jiang negotiating the price with Mother Yang. When Mother Yang saw Yang Bo coming over, she hurriedly waved and said: "Xiaobo, you know a lot, come and see, how much can this wood cost?"

Yang Bo walked over with a smile, "What price did Boss Jiang give?"

Mother Yang stretched out four fingers and said, "This is the number."

Yang Bo nodded. He walked over and took a look at the coffin. "Boss Jiang, we Ming people don't talk secretly. This number is too low. You must have done this kind of business. No matter what the fragrant nanmu is like,

Whether it is sold directly or made into other items, the number is far higher than this number."

"Brother Yang is really good at joking. How can something like this be used to make other furniture?" Boss Jiang denied.

"Really?" Yang Bo smiled and stared over.

Boss Jiang had seen this kind of situation many times and didn't pay much attention to it. He didn't even move his eyelids.

"Eighty thousand, if Boss Jiang gives this number, just take it away!" Yang Bo said.

Boss Jiang shook his head quickly, "No, no, the price is too high."

"It's very reasonable." Yang Bo said.

Boss Jiang hesitated slightly, "Sixty thousand yuan, brother Yang asked me to pay for the consignment fee, that's the amount!"

Yang Bo turned to look at Mother Yang, and when he saw that she was already excited, he hesitated, and then said after a while: "Well, just think of it as making Boss Jiang a friend!"

Boss Jiang laughed and said, "Okay, I'll find a car and take it away now!"

Boss Jiang was busy making phone calls, and Yang Bo walked over and asked Mother Yang, "Is this price okay?"

Mother Yang nodded.

Yang Bo thought for a while and said: "I'm going to buy a house in the county now. You should live there. After all, the countryside is inconvenient, and half a year is a lot of time. They should be leaving soon, and there is no place to live here.

"

Yang's mother opened her mouth, but in the end she couldn't refuse, because Yang Bo's last words convinced her that there was no place to live here. It would be okay for Yang's father to come back alone, but Yang Lang would have to blow up if he lived here!

After paying the bill, Yang Bo wrapped a red envelope and handed it to Li Er. Li Er was humble and accepted it.

Yang Bo took Yang's mother to the bank in the town, deposited the money, and rushed to the county town. Tuolu Dongxing helped buy a new house with fine decoration, which cost him 300,000, and gave the key to Yang's mother. Yang Bo then

That's why I sent Mother Yang back.

When we got back to the store, it was getting dark.

Yang Bo took out the bronze elephant-ear Xuande stove and wiped it carefully.

The Xuande furnace is stained by incense ashes and looks very ordinary, but if you really wipe it clean, you can see the true color of the Buddhist scriptures, which is like the color of the Buddhist scriptures paper.

This Xuande furnace has a solid coating, elegant color, and is honest yet deft and delicate. On the bottom, there is a regular script inscription "Made by Wu Bangzuo in the fifth year of Xuande year". Wu Bangzuo was the supervisor of the Xuande furnace!

Yang Bo was in a good mood. He packed up the Xuande stove and took it back home. This trip was a great harvest!

Back home, Yang Bo took a shower, picked up the carving knife, and was about to practice his skills when his cell phone suddenly rang. Yang Bo took a look and it was Hu Qingqing!

"Hey, do you have a problem with me?" Hu Qingqing said bluntly.

Yang Bo was a little dumbfounded, "I came to you yesterday to ask you something."

Before Yang Bo finished speaking, Hu Qingqing said: "I got on the plane last night and went to Tokyo. I didn't see your phone number. If you have anything to say, just tell me!"

"I have a piece of nanmu material here and I would like to know the price. Yesterday you..." Yang Bo explained.

However, before Yang Bo finished speaking, Hu Qingqing interrupted again: "Oh, nanmu, the price of nanmu is not very high, but it is still considered a mid-to-high-end wood. It mainly depends on the quality and size of the nanmu..."

Hu Qingqing explained for a long time, then she remembered and asked Yang Bo: "Are you going to carve nanmu? Let me tell you, nanmu is not easy to carve. You'd better find poplar, willow and the like.

Practice your skills and save yourself from spending all your money on materials..."

Yang Bo did not interrupt until Hu Qingqing suddenly asked: "What is the matter with you?"

Yang Bo had a headache, "I have a piece of material here that I want to sell..."

"Sell it. My dad is in the Imperial Capital. With such material, he probably won't make a special trip to Jinling." Hu Qingqing interrupted again.

"Hu Qingqing! Can you listen to what I have to say?" Yang Bo raised his voice and said sternly.

Hu Qingqing was startled, and her voice suddenly became gentle, "Ah? Just say it!"

"I wanted to ask you about the price yesterday, but now I have sold the wood. I am not using it for carving, and I am not asking your father to come over to collect the wood!" Yang Bo said sharply.

"Oh." Hu Qingqing responded.

Yang Bo softened his tone and said, "I'm a little anxious. I spoke a little louder. You weren't scared, were you?"

"No, it's okay." Hu Qingqing said.

After chatting for a few words and exchanging recent carving experiences, Yang Bo hung up the phone. It was really difficult to chat with Hu Qingqing!

Yang Bo picked up the knife, imagining Hu Qingqing's appearance and carving it in his mind. Because he was angry, he cut the knife very quickly, without even thinking about it. He moved the knife at will, moved his hand at will, and the knife penetrated the wood.

Because of his fast movements, the images carved by Yang Bo inevitably appear to be outlined with thick strokes, just like the thick line technique of the Han Badao, but he is far from achieving it, so that the final carved image has sharp edges and corners.

Yang Bo couldn't help laughing when he looked at the final product. It turns out that carving can also vent his emotions. Liu Yidao asked him to send one of his favorite works every week for comments. If he sent this one, he would definitely be criticized.
Chapter completed!