Gu Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He never would have imagined that the trees in the forest behind his village were actually Small-leafed Purple Sandalwood. He remembered the villagers would go to that same forest to chop off branches and twigs to take home for cooking and heating.
"No wonder the steamed buns always had that faint, fragrant aroma. We were using Small-leafed Purple Sandalwood as firewood." Gu Zhao rubbed his chin. 'I wonder if even ancient emperors were ever this extravagant?'
At this thought, Gu Zhao's eyes lit up.
"As I recall, our family business doesn't use Small-leafed Purple Sandalwood to make furniture, right?" Gu Zhao asked.
Gu Qi retorted irritably, "Small-leafed Purple Sandalwood? Why don't you just ask for Huanghuali while you're at it?"
