If it wasn't a rainy afternoon in summer, it would be stuffy. The first hot summer weather this year came today...

The slight hot wind gently blew the big poplar trees with dense branches and leaves, but it could only make the leaves on the branches swing slightly, and even the smallest tender branches could not move regretfully. The weeds and wild flowers on both sides of the cement road were all wilted and drooped, which reduced a lot of vitality.

When the sun was covered by the white cotton-like clouds in the sky, Dawei felt as if he was in a wet sauna, and his whole body was sweating constantly. After a while, the T-shirt on his upper body became soaked and stuck to his body, feeling very uncomfortable.

In this weather, even the most hardworking old farmers are unwilling to go to the fields to serve the precious crops. They stay at home and blow the fan, lie on the kang to rest, and avoid the invasion of the hot afternoon sun and humid air.

But Dawei had to walk on the concrete road in the village where eggs could be spread out directly in such weather. Because Wang Yong's mobile phone could not be connected for some reason, he called his godfather and asked him to find out that he threw the phone at home and took Wang Qian's county magistrate boyfriend up the mountain to check the property on the mountain.

This matter must not be delayed. If it is a little later, it may be too late. So Dawei had to risk the poisonous sun that was showing his first power this summer and hurried up the mountain to find Wang Yong. Only he can solve this matter as soon as possible now. I am afraid that it will be too late if others delay.

Following the winding path that was stepped up by people, Dawei went up the way. When he walked to Wang Yong's orchard, Dawei felt a hint of chill, and it felt so comfortable!

Not only did you no longer have to face the scorching sun above your head, but even the originally hot breeze brought a slight coolness to your face, into your neck, and down all the way to your belly, quickly taking away the heat from your body, just like drinking a cup of iced drink, which suddenly cooled from the beginning to the soles of your feet.

Shuving through the sparse orchard, Dawei heard the conversation between Wang Yong and Hao Wenjie from afar.

"Can you promote the hen that can lay golden eggs? If farmers in the county can raise this kind of chicken, in a year, all rural areas in the county will live happier than urban people. At least you will have much richer hands than most so-called urban people. Even if you can't sell dozens of ones in your village, it's okay to sell them for ten yuan each!"

"It's not as simple as you think. At present, this thing is not in the area of ​​Banshan Village, even the armed police base on Dongshan, which is only a mountain separated by a mountain, cannot let the chicken lay golden eggs. Even if you carry the hen in Banshan Village that is laying eggs, you can only lay ordinary eggs when you go outside. On the contrary, carry the hen outside the village that is laying eggs to Banshan Village, and it will take a few days to lay golden eggs!"

"Then didn't you invite an expert to come and see what's the reason?"

"I am an expert myself, okay?"

Dawei curled his lips as soon as he heard this, thinking that you are too shameless! You dare to call yourself an expert in those few tricks. Just when you were about to stand up and expose his true face, he suddenly stopped. He remembered that he came to find Wang Yong not to expose his true face, but this matter was urgent!

"Wang Yong, where is it? Come out quickly, something big happened!"

After shouting, Dawei sat down under a peach tree full of fruits, without thinking it was dirty. He leaned against the tree and pretended to be breathing heavily.

After a while, Wang Yong and Hao Wenjie walked out of the bushes along the path and walked towards Dawei slowly. It seemed that they had never heard Dawei's words, without any rush.

When he arrived in front of Dawei, Wang Yong looked down at the face without any sweat, pretending to be tired, gasping for breath, and lifting up his T-shirt and constantly fanning himself, as if it was really hot.

"Okay, don't pretend. Tell me, what big thing happened? Could it be that you made your Wang Jing big?"

"Get out! The dog can't spit out ivory!"

"Have you ever seen a dog that can spit out ivory? Where can I take me to see it. I have never seen such a great dog. At that time, no matter how much I spend, I will buy two, and tie them to my yard and wait for it to spit out ivory every day!"

Hao Wenjie watched Wang Yong and Dawei play with each other enviously. Since entering the officialdom, especially since he became the secretary of Director Wang, who was the secretary of the municipal party committee at the time, he has no more friends who can chat and spank with him without hesitation. In the officialdom, he always has to pick up omnipresent open and secret arrows, and even turn a blind eye to sleep at night and be alert at all times. Although the official is getting bigger and bigger, the interest in life is getting less and less, and he feels more and more boring in life.

"Do you still remember the big locust tree in Yangjia Village?"

As soon as Dawei finished speaking, a series of childhood memories suddenly appeared in Wang Yong's mind. Even without the need to tune the memory of the little light, every bit of the big locust tree was released into Buddha as if it was yesterday, and he could recall it clearly.

It was a very thick tree, with a diameter of more than one meter in the thickest place. The middle of the tree was blown by wind and rain, and it was completely rotten. There was also a large hole near the roots of the tree, which even the bark was rotten, which could easily allow an adult to get into it.

When he was a child, Wang Yong studied in Yangjia Village for two years, and had a year of Honghong Class. He was in the first grade. When he was in the second grade, the primary school in Yangjia Village moved. Since then, Wang Yong rarely went to Yangjia Village again, but every time he went there, he always couldn't forget to see the ancient locust tree standing in the middle of the village.

At that time, I heard from adults that this big locust tree was the first generation of Yangjia Village. It was planted when it settled in Yangjia Village. It has a history of more than 400 years. A few years ago, the country had corresponding protection measures for these ancient trees. This ancient locust tree with a history of more than 400 years was also gloriously hung with a small sign, proving that the tree began to enjoy the protection of the country and the origin and age of the tree.

At that time, every time he went to school, Wang Yong would pass by this ancient locust tree. He laughed and crawled into the hole of the big tree with his friends, played and played for a while, and he did not leave reluctantly until class was about to begin. After school, a large group of children would always come to the ground of the big locust tree, jumped rubber bands, shot cartoons, smashed mud, hopss, and popped glass balls,...

The big locust tree looks like a kind and kind old man looking at his children with a smile, covering the sky with dense branches and leaves to shelter the children from wind and rain. There has never been any complaints.

However, as the children grew up from generation to generation, the old man became older. The big hole in the middle of the trunk became even bigger, so that he could accommodate three or four children to play in it at the same time, without the feeling of being crowded at all.

Because of the existence of the hole in the trunk, the whole tree is closely connected to the little trunks next to the skin and transmits the nutrients needed for growth upward, making the branches of the whole tree less and less. Now there are only a dozen branches left, and there is no longer the beautiful scenery that covers the sky and is said to be the ten miles away by the elderly in the village.

When he returned home during the summer vacation of his first year of college, Wang Yong learned that in order to protect the big locust tree, the villagers in Yangjia Village specially used soil to fill the holes of the big locust tree to death. He also planted poplar trees on it ingeniously, hoping to create a landscape of trees among the trees. However, it is said that after two months, he was told that the big locust tree had encountered a lightning strike, which made the originally sparse and pitiful branches and leaves less and less.

"What's going on?"

Wang Yong asked in surprise. You should know that it is the ancient locust tree, known as the patron saint of Yangjia Village, and is deeply loved by the people of Yangjia Village. It is not dead, right? It shouldn't be? A few days ago, I heard someone say that someone was idle about this big tree blocking the way and wanted to cut it down, but was opposed by all the old people in the village and ended up leaving it alone.

"The news I just heard was that the big tree in Yangjia Village somehow, but suddenly the leaves all over the tree fell almost completely overnight. Many people said that the lifespan of this big tree has reached, and the tree soul has been taken away by the King of Hell. Therefore, this strange thing suddenly happened."

"Really and false? When did it happen?"

"It is said that it was the day before yesterday. After discussion in the village, they decided to saw off the part above the ground and let it emerge from the root. Now they are about to do it. When I heard the letter, I came to you, a self-proclaimed expert, to see if you have any solutions?"

"Oh! So that's the case. I've left it to me for a small matter. By the way, do you have an acquaintance in Yangjia Village? Make a call first and ask them to delay the action. I'll go and see it before talking."

Dawei took out his cell phone without saying a word and quickly dialed a number. Before long, the phone was connected. After saying Wang Yong's meaning, the other party immediately agreed happily and persuaded the villagers to wait until Wang Yong saw it before taking action.

Hao Wenjie, who had just heard for a long time, suddenly said: "Since it is an ancient tree that has been hung on the sign, it cannot be done with the intention of the village. You must inform the relevant units, such as the Cultural Relics Bureau, the Forestry Bureau, etc."

"Come on! Still counting on them? Since the signboard was put on, I have never seen the group of officials come to see it. I guess this matter was reported, and no one came down to check it. At most, I asked the village to write a report into the file for future verification, and then cut it off directly."

Dawei disagreed with the county magistrate who was very unpragmatic and seemed to lack experience in grassroots work. He spoke in his mouth full of official words, which made people disgusted for no reason. If he hadn't known that he was Wang Qian's boyfriend, even if he was the mayor, Dawei would have taken care of him.

This is a kind of arrogant surname that people in the village gradually developed after a series of events. After seeing each other, they were even a very irrelevant beggar and could become a VIP in the village. Those who looked down on him would still not open their eyes to you even if you were the mayor or the governor. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!