Cheng Xiaofan was startled by Liu Ting Shu's words. Since Liu Ting Shu had almost no impression of Ye Shisan, how could he conclude he was a jinx?
"Old Liu, what are you talking about?" Cheng Xiaofan asked with a faint smile.
Liu Ting Shu said, "Xiaofan, Ye Shisan's appearance left a deep impression on me. Afterwards, I inquired about him."
"It is said that he has been pursued for many years. Some people say he is a jinx. Anyone who gets close to him will have bad luck!"
Hearing this, Cheng Xiaofan laughed again, "Ye Shisan was indeed pursued for a time, and almost lost his life several times!"
"Old Liu, in the eyes of others, Ye Shisan is a jinx. But in my heart, he is a priceless treasure. Whoever can get him will be blessed!"
Liu Ting Shu heard this and smiled, "Xiaofan, hearing you say that, I am also relieved."
"I know your vision is extraordinary, and you never misjudge people. If you say Ye Shisan is a treasure, then he must be a treasure!"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled, "Old Liu, please don't spread our conversation today to others!"
Liu Ting Shu quickly said, "Xiaofan, please rest assured. I have lived this long, and I always have a sense of proportion. I know what can be said and what cannot be said!"
"Alright, we'll stop here today. You are welcome to visit Zhuxi Village at any time!" Cheng Xiaofan felt quite at ease with Liu Ting Shu.
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Xiaofan went into the space again. It took him nearly an hour to make more than seventy jade blood sandalwood bracelets.
For people like the Shui Fox sisters, once they break through with these special bracelets, the bracelets will become waste materials, or even turn to ash, as their spiritual energy is absorbed.
This means new bracelets will have to be made for them.
It's always good to have some of these bracelets on hand.
Besides keeping some for himself, he handed over the rest to his White Goddess to keep.
As a former domineering CEO, she always had some close sisters. She could give them to whomever she pleased.
Bracelets like these could not be bought on the market, no matter how much money one had.
This was also an opportunity for his White Goddess to show off.
Taking advantage of the remaining time, Cheng Xiaofan took out a piece of blood sandalwood in the space, thirty meters long and a little over one meter in diameter.
This kind of timber, fallen in the primeval forest, was at least a thousand years old. Among blood sandalwood, it was an extremely rare and fine specimen.
Cheng Xiaofan wanted to cut a piece from it to make two beds: one for his parents and one for himself and the White Goddess.
In his conception, his father and mother, who admired ancient styles, would be given a bed with carved dragon and phoenix patterns and a moon gate canopy.
This type of bed had a distinct Qing Dynasty style, highlighting nobility and elegance. In the Qing Dynasty, only affluent families could afford such a bed.
This blood sandalwood, having fallen on the ground for nearly a thousand years, was naturally very hard. Coupled with the carved dragon and phoenix pattern moon gate canopy bed Cheng Xiaofan designed, it was very intricate to make. It took nearly two hours to finish the bed.
Cheng Xiaofan used his "sharp energy" to age the entire bed. The original bright red color turned to purplish red, as if there was a layer of patina formed by time, exuding a sense of historical depth.
At first glance, the entire bed looked exquisite and beautiful. A connecting board was placed in front of the bed.
He had originally intended to make another bed for himself and the White Goddess, but time was running out. After all, he had promised Zheng Yixin to attend a banquet on Huxin Island that evening.
Cheng Xiaofan immediately rushed back home. Coincidentally, his parents were not at home. He directly moved the bed and the connecting board out of the space.
Then, he went into his parents' bedroom, moved the old bed that was there to the empty room in the backyard, and moved the bed he had made into the bedroom.
As he was busy, Miao Xiuhua returned from the neighboring winery.
She heard noises in her bedroom and went in to see her son fiddling with a bed. She asked in surprise, "Xiaofan, where did you get this bed from?"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled and asked, "Mom, do you like this bed?"
Miao Xiuhua looked at the bed from front to back, touching here and there, and smiled so much that her eyes became slits. She said, "How could Mom not like such a beautiful bed?"
"I've seen it in movies. Beds like this are only for empresses in the palace, aren't they?"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled and said, "Who cares if it's for empresses in the palace? If they can sleep in it, so can my mom!"
Miao Xiuhua quickly asked, "Xiaofan, you still haven't told me where you got this bed from!"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled, "Mom, this bed was actually made by your son for you and Dad."
"What, Xiaofan, this bed was made by you?"
Miao Xiuhua asked with a look of astonishment, "When did you make it? Mom didn't know!"
Cheng Xiaofan once again displayed his talent for telling plausible lies: "Mom, I collected the timber from Baimang Lake and made it for you there, so you wouldn't know.
"You also know that your son is omnipotent. Making a bed is just a piece of cake!"
Hearing her son say that, it seemed to make sense.
"Okay, Xiaofan, Mom accepts your filial piety!"
Miao Xiuhua spread the quilt on the bed, sat down with a plop, and bounced a few times, laughing, "Oh my, the bed an empress sleeps in is indeed different!"
Cheng Xiaofan said cheekily, "Empress Dowager, when you and Dad sleep on this bed tonight, I guarantee you'll wake up ten years younger!"
Miao Xiuhua said, "Forget it. Your dad and I often drink Golden Tea and Energy Water. The villagers already say we look ten years younger. If we get any younger, we might go back to the womb!"
The mother and son chatted and laughed for a while, and Cheng Fugui also returned from outside.
Upon seeing the bed and hearing that Cheng Xiaofan had made it himself, he was utterly shocked.
"Good heavens, Xiaofan, I didn't expect you could also make such an antique bed. It's too beautiful!" Cheng Fugui exclaimed.
Miao Xiuhua said, "This kind of bed is what ancient empresses slept in, of course it's beautiful. Do you need to say that?"
Cheng Fugui looked at his wife and said, "Do you mean this bed is only for you to sleep in, and I can't?"
Miao Xiuhua rolled her eyes at her husband and said, "Who says you can't sleep in it? You're overthinking things!"
Cheng Fugui stopped arguing with his wife and smiled at his son, "Xiaofan, if you changed professions and became a carpenter, you'd make a fortune!"
"..." Cheng Xiaofan could no longer continue the conversation.
You only realized your son could make a fortune as a carpenter?
Why don't you go to Nanshan Lake and ask around? If I dig up an earthworm and sell it, it's worth a million. Do you believe it or not?
"Dad, besides being a carpenter, can't your son make a lot of money as a doctor?"
Cheng Xiaofan continued, "Even if I don't become a doctor, can't I make money as a simple farmer?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Miao Xiuhua's phone rang.
She pressed the answer button and said, "Oh, it's Uncle Xiaofan's grandfather. Mmm... Okay, I'll call Xiaofan over to take a look right away!"
"It's nothing, Xiaofan can definitely help you solve this little problem!"