Fisherwoman: After my divorce, I became rich by fishing at sea

Upon hearing this, Fu Wan looked at Xu Baoguo and asked, "Comrade Xu, do you really have someone who wants to buy Phoebe zhennan wood?"

"Don't call me Comrade Xu, that's too formal," Xu Baoguo waved his hand, looking forward to saying, "Just call me Uncle Xu, like you call Feng Ji!"

Xu Baoguo had his own selfish reasons for having Fu Wan shout that.

Ever since Feng Ji was invited back to work at the research institute, he could tell that the old guy had some real skills.

When Fu Wan came before, Xu Baoguo spoke sarcastically, but in his heart he was actually more envious.

Since both were isolated figures in the research institute, Feng Ji was clearly living a much happier life than Xu Baoguo.

Xu Baoguo's life has been a story of many tears and snot. In the first half of his life, Xu Baoguo was a university professor with a harmonious family and a promising future.

But such happy days didn't last long. Suddenly, chaos broke out at the school. Students stopped attending classes and even beat up teachers. He was reported for collecting a few foreign books and was sent to a remote mountain village.

His wife was already in poor health, and she fell ill and died shortly after arriving at that place. His child was also sent down as an educated youth, but was killed by a wild boar in the mountains.

The villagers in the village where he was sent down were not friendly. They criticized and struggled against him every now and then, and made him carry manure and live in a cowshed. He didn't eat or sleep well. In the end, only Xu Baoguo survived until he was exonerated and returned to Beijing.

So when he first met Fu Wan, he couldn't help but think of her as one of those barbarians from the countryside. But after observing her for a while, he realized that Fu Wan and the others were not like those rural people who were always ready to fight.

On the contrary, she is cultured, has a vibrant spirit for this era, and most importantly, she has a pure and kind heart.

So he envied Feng Ji. Although Fu Wan called Feng Ji "Uncle," she treated him like her own father, and he received bags and bags of mountain and sea goods almost every month.

Xu Baoguo was envious. If he had such treatment, he would have something to look forward to in his future days at the research institute!

"Uncle Xu?"

Fu Wan changed her address without even thinking. Calling him "uncle" is not the same as calling him "father," so what's so difficult about it?

"Hey!"

Xu Baoguo was very pleased with himself. You see, back in the village, everyone, young and old, liked to call him "Stinky Old Nine," but now, some people even call him "Uncle."

"Alright, alright, let's get back to the point!" Feng Ji yawned impatiently. If this dragged on any longer, this old man would really fall asleep.

Upon hearing this, Xu Baoguo took out the notebook from his pocket.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he turned to the last page.

"Old Feng also knows that my main focus is on the history of wood products. In Beijing, it's not just research institutes that have wood products; the Forbidden City and princely mansions also have wooden thresholds, beams, and windows."

"But wood is also easy to break, and with what happened in the past, a lot of things were cut down."

I couldn't bear to see it, so whenever I had time, I would go to those people's homes to help with repairs, depending on my mood.

It was before the Lunar New Year this year, I think. An elderly man near Prince Gong's Mansion asked me if I had ever seen Phoebe zhennan wood. He wanted to take some back to make a...

"Make a coffin?"

Fu Ming couldn't help but guess that Boss Fu was startled by his sudden words and kicked Fu Ming directly.

What nonsense are you spouting, you brat!

Xu Baoguo wasn't angry at being interrupted; instead, he glanced at Fu Ming with surprise.

"Yes, it is indeed making a coffin."

"Good heavens, are they really using Phoebe zhennan wood to make coffins? I thought it was just a hoax in a book!"

Fu Ming exclaimed in surprise, but Qin Fu seemed unfazed.

"Golden Phoebe wood used to have another name, Emperor Wood. This wood can ward off insects and evil spirits, so it is normal to use it to make coffins."

In the past, the most prominent families in the capital never used cheap wood for any of their furniture.

After saying that, Qin Fu glanced at Xu Baoguo. He knew an old man who lived near the Prince Gong's Mansion and could afford to buy Phoebe zhennan wood.

The old man was actually an old prince. He was too old to run away and used to sweep the streets in the capital. After he was exonerated, he was given more than ten courtyard houses. It's not surprising that he used two of them to exchange for a coffin.

After all, you can't take anything with you when you die. The old man's younger generation are mostly overseas, so it's normal for him to spend his own money.

"Ah Wan, this deal is worthwhile. That person is indeed wealthy, and the price he offers shouldn't be too low."

Qin Fu nodded to Fu Wan, and seeing that Qin Fu also said so, Fu Wan stopped worrying about it.

“Selling it to him is fine, but how do we transport the timber to the capital?”

Upon hearing this, Xu Baoguo waved his hand and said, "That's his business. I came here mainly to check the goods. If it's confirmed, that person has a way to get them back."

Money makes the world go round. After the old man was exonerated, he became a prominent figure in the capital. It was not unreasonable for him to send a few trustworthy people to transport the timber.

Upon hearing that there was such a good thing, Fu Wan readily agreed.

"Then I'll ask Uncle Xu to go back and find out the exact amount for me. If it's possible, I'll sell the wood to him."

Xu Baoguo responded with a smile, "Don't worry, the price will definitely not let you suffer a loss."

After discussing the matter, everyone realized that it was almost nine o'clock. Exhausted from the journey, Feng Ji was already sleepy.

Fu Ming had guest rooms, so the three of them stayed there for one night.

That night was destined to be a sleepless one. The next morning, Fu Wan was puzzled to see Fu Ming appear with two big dark circles under his eyes.

"Brother, what did you do last night?"

Fu Ming sighed and pulled Fu Wan aside.

"Ah Wan, I've been thinking about this all night. Do you remember where you got that piece of wood? It's worth millions per piece. Let's go into the water and get a couple more. We can exchange them for several courtyards in Beijing!"

Fu Wan didn't expect that he hadn't slept all night because he was thinking about this.

She shook her head helplessly. "You should stop thinking about it. These things are definitely buried in the deep sea. We were just lucky that time; we were pulled up by a trawl net."

Even if you actually go out to sea to look for it, you might not find it.

Sometimes things are just that mysterious. You might try to pick a flower but it won't bloom, while you might plant a willow without thinking and it will thrive. If you deliberately try to find something, the chances of success are very low.

Fu Ming understood this perfectly well, but the thought that every time he went out to sea, there might be millions hidden somewhere under his feet made his heart ache as if someone was scratching at it.

As they were talking, Qin Fu and the others returned after taking a stroll along the beach.

Qin Mingzhu stared at Qin Fu with her bright eyes, looking at him curiously.

“I remember you, you are my sixth cousin.”

When Qin Fu saw the face that resembled his cousin by seven or eight points, the man in his thirties almost couldn't help but cry.

"Yes, I am your uncle." Qin Fu reached out and patted Qin Mingzhu's head. "Mingzhu, I've come to see you on behalf of your mother."

Qin Mingzhu was immediately relieved upon hearing this. As long as her uncle wasn't taking her back to the capital, she didn't want to go back to that wretched place at all.

After breakfast, Fu Wan took the two children to school. Upon learning that Qin Fu had come over, Qin Anning also returned home at noon.

Fu Ming used all his skills to cook a large table of dishes, and Qin Fu and the other two stayed in Fu Family Village for two days before returning home.

Fu Wan had seen what he brought. Everything was almost ready, and now all that was left was to find a master to calculate an auspicious day to start construction.

On the afternoon she saw the three off, Fu Wan had just driven back when her cell phone rang.