"What treasure have you dug?"

Zeng Xinyong walked to Song Wen and asked teasingly.

"Some seeds, right." Song Wen handed him the cowhead sandalwood seeds dug out of the tree hole.

Zeng Xin glanced at the seed. Although it was a slight smell of cowhead sandalwood, it was obviously useless. I don’t know how many years it had been soaked in the sea water. If it was useful, his surname would be written in reverse.

Song Wen did not believe in this evil. This kind of seed was sealed in a tree hole and was not eroded by sea water at all. It looked very fresh. When I went back to soak it in the spring water in the Ruyi Fan, it might even sprout. This cowhead sandalwood is so expensive. If I can plant a piece of it in the future, I will not make a fortune.

Song Wen thought, regardless of Zeng Xinyong's unusual eyes, put the seeds in his pocket and patted them carefully. Zeng Xinyong next to him almost fainted. Lin Xie, who was not far away, was also funny.

The cowhead sandalwood was cut open, and a pile of cut powder fell from the ground. The warehouse worker took out a clean broom and swept it carefully, then put it in a transparent plastic bag and sealed it and handed it to Lin Shi. It seemed that the workers also knew the preciousness of this thing.

Lin Jie took it in his hand and smelled it, then handed it to Song Wen: "You can take this too!"

He has such a big cowhead sandalwood, and he doesn't care about such a little thing.

Song Wen looked at it, turned to Zeng Xinrong and asked, "Do you want it? If you want it, I will give it to you. I have this piece on the ground."

"Really give it to me?" Zeng Xinyong asked in surprise after hearing this.

His mother worships Buddha, and he often buys some sandalwood for her.

However, I didn't dare to think about something as expensive as the cowhead sandalwood, because it was no longer something that could be bought with money. However, I didn't expect that Song Wen would give it to him generously. This bag of cowhead sandalwood sawdust weighs about one pound, so how much does it cost? If I took it home and added some ingredients, I could make a lot of incense plates. My mother would definitely be very happy to see it.

"Of course I'll give it to you." Song Wen smiled and gave him the bag.

This time he invited him to control the tree, so he got a lot of money, which was considered as owing him a favor. He should thank him well. This little thing is nothing at all.

Zeng Xinyong took the bag and thanked him quickly for his mother.

His mother was not a devout Buddhist, nor was she a unique "Caigu" in southern Fujian. She just believed in Buddhism and worshipped Buddha.

She regarded this as her hobby. Every day, in addition to washing, cooking, and cleaning the house, she would worship Buddha devoutly three incense sticks in the morning and evening. She worshiped Guanyin, and most of the female members of Fujian, and Guanyin was worshipped.

In fact, the practice of the temple is only self and individuals; while those who practice at home are the masses and all living beings. They become monks, take precepts, eat vegetarian food and chant scriptures in order to eliminate distracting thoughts in their hearts, but it is not a good thing for those who practice. In this way, their nature will be restricted and cannot be natural. How can they practice all dharmas and realize their true knowledge?

Taoism is obviously more human and more in line with the laws of nature in this regard.

Zeng Xinrong often does business abroad and cannot be with her mother. She feels guilty, so she buys something she likes for her every time she goes out. She thinks she will like the things she brings back this time.

The cowhead sandalwood had been cut. Knowing that Song Wen was going back, Lin Jie didn't waste time, so he directly asked someone to drive them to the apron to take a plane.

After three days, Song Wen couldn't stop smiling at the account.

He took Song Wen back to the mountains. Zeng Xinyong thought about going home, so he drove away without even taking a sip of tea.

The air in the mountains is still as fresh as it was when it was gone.

The stream is gurgling under the bridge, the lake is bright in the distance, the bamboo forest next to it is green, the trees are green, and the trees are green, and the quiet and natural.

Standing on the small bridge passing by the stream, Song Wen took a deep breath. The fresh air in the mountains was filled with the strong smell of home.

The courtyard still stands under the bamboo forest as before.

On the grass in front, the big buffalo slowly took the little buffalo and two black and white camels leisurely gnawing on the tender green grass. The little buffalo secretly ran to the flowers beside him, quickly bit the flowers, and ran back to his mother, chewing the delicious flowers, licking his lips, as if he was still a little unsatisfied, so he wanted to take another bite. Suddenly, he saw Song Wen standing on the bridge, and the little guy ran over happily and mooed to him.

The black and white camel also ran over closely behind its butt, but it was obviously not as close to Song Wen as the little buffalo.

After not seeing each other for a few days, these little guys looked much stronger again.

Song Wen touched the little buffalo that rubbed his head over and found that the bulge on the little guy's forehead seemed to have horns. If that was true, it would have become a triangular cow and would be very awesome at that time.

Xiaohuo, the little dog in the yard, seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised his head from the cushion on his lying side, raised his ears and listened for a while, and ran out quickly.

As soon as I left the yard, I saw a familiar figure, which immediately accelerated a little.

Xiaohuo came to Song Wen and shook his head and tail to welcome Song Wen. When he went out, Song Wen told him that he would go out for a few days, otherwise this little guy would be foolishly guarding the door and waiting for him to come back.

Song Wen rubbed the little guy's head, and I really missed it a little if I haven't seen him for a few days. He picked it up, held it in his arms like a baby, touched its head, and rubbed its head. The little guy was fluffy and fleshy, and it felt very comfortable to touch. Xiao Huo was so happy that he saw his master come back, he shook his tail desperately, and stuck out his tongue to lick Song Wen.

Song Wen quickly turned his face aside. The little broken dog liked this trick. After playing with it for a while, he put it down and walked into the yard.

The kitten seemed to hear the sound inside, and slowly walked out of it, came to his feet, and shouted and turned. In order to attract his attention, the little guy stretched out his claws and grabbed his pants. Song Wen looked at it and saw several white patterns on his jeans. Is this little guy saying hello to him or want to destroy his pants?

Song Wen touched its little head and made a little affectionate with it. This guy was getting less and less cat-like. He screamed like a beast, and he didn't have the "meow" sound of a domestic cat. Fortunately, with it, there was no mouse at home, which was of some use.

The door of the house was open, but there was no one to see, and I don’t know where they were going. I faintly heard a sound of talking from behind. I thought it was working in the backyard, so Song Wen walked to the backyard.

When he arrived at the backyard, he saw his mother squatting in the vegetable bed to pull weeds, while his father was watering the flower bucket, while his little nephew Xixi was squatting on the corner of the wall with an apple, and he didn't know what he was doing. When he walked over, he found that he was feeding the little hedgehog with an apple. It seemed that the little guy was hibernating.

Song Wen walked over and greeted it. The little guy seemed to recognize him and shouted at him "puff". After screaming twice, he buried his head in chewing the apple again. It was probably because of hibernation that he was starving. It seemed that he wanted to buy something to come back to replenish his body.

Xixi was concerned about feeding the little hedgehog, but he didn't even miss him. Song Wen was so upset that he had given him a big red envelope when he was in the fire during the New Year. If he had known it, he wouldn't give it to him. This little brat.
Chapter completed!