Chapter 9： Expert (1/2)
The so-called Wenwan world has been very popular since ancient times. Gourds, walnuts, purple sand, folding fans, pen holders, jade, and so on, dozens of small utensils have their own ways, many obsessed.
Playing with incense is a category that has emerged in recent years. It has few cognitions, is difficult to improve, the price is high, and its fans are relatively fixed. There are two kinds of them: one is to like bracelets, go to the place of origin to collect the materials, pick up a piece of real or fake raw spices, similar to gambling jade, and test your eyesight and luck.
The other is to prefer incense, find the best incense, maru incense, loose fragrance, smoke in a copper furnace in the quiet room, or drink tea alone, or get together with friends.
No matter which one, it has nothing to do with making incense. Because making incense is a craft and a way of doing things, playing incense is a taste of life.
Agarwood is an extremely precious spice and has a high medicinal value, which is beyond doubt. But in modern times, it was frantically marketed by some speculators, as if it had become a natural treasure.
According to the custom in the industry, agarwood is generally divided into seven types: inverted, water, soil, ants, live, white wood, and Qinan.
Baimu is the cheapest, Qi Nan is the most precious. As for water sinking, there are usually two statements. One is that incense is buried in the swamp, biodegraded, and then recovered from the swamp area. One is that the density of the fragrant material is large and it can sink into the water.
No matter what, they are both more precious and more common.
The string of beads sent by Zeng Yuewei belonged to high-quality, and it was less than a few hundred thousand. Zeng Guoxiang's discipline of his children is very strict, and there are few indulgences. She took out the money, afraid that she would see the blood.
However, it was also because of this that it surprised everyone at the table and immediately looked up.
She was also proud of herself, and when she heard the old lady asked, she laughed and said, ”Yeah Xiaofei, what gift have you prepared for us to show us?”
”Uh……”
Li Zeng Shufei has not moved yet, Li Meng is trembling. Her family is also a little rich, but the structure is simple, never such a shit. The girl is not stupid, she can feel the bright guns and arrows on the table.
She didn't understand incense, she just felt that the sachet was a pile of blind powder, and she was nervous and worried about her boyfriend.
”I took Xiaomeng to climb the mountain today, and I accidentally saw this Qing Ruixiang. I think the taste is very special, so I bought it for my grandma.”
He said, Zeng Shufei also found a small box, got up and handed it over.
”Oh?”
The old lady took it, and saw that there was only a dark blue sachet inside, and the workmanship was rough. It was not stitched with silk. It was just a rag. Curious under her heart, she opened the box and lowered her head to smell it.
I was just like this, suddenly felt a trace of sweet Qin into the heart and spleen. Suddenly, as if here and now, in this situation, everything is isolated, except that he is haunted by the taste of leisurely elegance.
What's even more amazing is that in this leisurely mood, there is also a faint sense of nobility.
There are three realms of taste, saying, taste, taste and taste. Appreciation of raw materials, appreciation of taste, and connotation, the three levels gradually improved. The former two are both tangible and descriptive, but the latter are in their own minds and do nothing.
The incense in the old lady's hand is very meaningful. Qingrui Qingrui is just like a master in the mountains who ignores the dust and is independent.
”...”
Grandma Zeng Zeng was holding a sachet and said nothing. It took a while before she raised her eyes slightly and silently closed the sachet.
Everyone is unclear. Therefore, the eyes are staring back and forth. The elder sister's complexion is complex. The younger brother is very calm, but the palm of his hand is sweating.
Finally, Zeng Guoxiang asked, ”Mom, what's wrong? Is there any problem with this fragrance?”
”Oh Nope.”
The old lady waved her hand and said to her grandson, ”Xiaofei, where did you buy it?”
”Yes, at Phoenix Mountain.”
”Is this Phoenix Mountain in Baicheng?”
”Ah, right!”
”how much is this?”
Xu Zengshu paused and said embarrassingly, ”I bought one for sixty. I bought three.”
”Xiao Fei, you're embarrassed to be a gift for sixty dollars? Even if you come empty-handed, grandma won't blame you, so why fool around!”
Zeng Yuewei had a clear mind and no snoring. One of the aunts present was her faction and could not help but provoke words.
Whoever thought about it, the old lady drank directly: ”You shut up!” Then he asked: ”Xiaofei, what about the other two?”
”This, this!”
He quickly took out the other two, and honestly said: ”I have opened one and wanted to see what it was.”
”Really? Which one?”
Upon hearing this, the old lady opened the sachet and immediately discerned it in her hand, and said, ”What do you think?”
”Uh, I smell Jasmine, I don't know anything else.”
”In addition to jasmine, there seems to be chicken bone incense, as for the other ...”
She shook her head and sighed, ”I don't know. The incense is completely different from the usual ones, which is really strange.”
As soon as this remark came out, everyone was surprised. The old lady was a little savvy in playing incense, and she was quite accomplished in just a few years. She was also a little famous in the province's incense group.