Interstellar Gardener Life

Chapter 13 The Missing Piggy Bank

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ling washed his face and brushed his teeth.

But halfway through the wash, Jiang Ling's movements slowed down.Because Jiang Ling felt something was wrong... In addition to being able to see the large mirror on the wall in front of the washstand with her eyes, she seemed to be able to "touch" it—but her hands were clearly twisting the towel!
Jiang Ling put down the towel slowly, as if realizing something in her heart.

In recent months, the public recruitment of immigrants to Jin Haixing has been the biggest and hottest news.Naturally, Jiang Ling has also heard some reports, and knows that the registered immigrants will get different scores and treatment according to different professional skills, work experience, and levels of physical and mental strength.

From the settlement fee to the arrangement of the position, it all depends on the level.For example, engineers who have presided over road construction several times will have higher grades and better pay than graduate students of the same major who have just graduated.In terms of physical skills and mental strength, the third level is an obvious watershed.

Generally, healthy people have first-class physical and mental strength.Level [-] physical skills, as long as you don't encounter ferocious beasts, etc., you can adapt well to various environments such as forests and deserts, and work normally in those environments.And the third-level mental power can make people detect the surrounding objects in a short distance.

Several simple test methods are widely circulated on the Internet, and Jiang Ling has also seen and tried them.And the results at that time proved that she was an ordinary person.

But what about this time?

Jiang Ling immediately turned and went into the kitchen, scooped out a small spoonful of rice, covered her eyes with a towel, and poured the rice onto the black marble cooking table!
One here, one here, two here...

Jiang Ling counted more than a dozen grains of rice, then slowly tore off the towel, and found that what she "detected" was exactly the same as what her eyes saw!
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There is no doubt that all of this has something to do with the "pop" in my mind last night.It is a good thing to have a third-level spiritual power; however, Jiang Ling has never heard of a third-level spiritual power person who can make Heguoyao grow rapidly, and even grow pale golden leaf veins!

——Or it never happened; or there was such a situation, but it was all kept highly confidential!

Therefore, Jiang Ling made up her mind, never let the second person know about "Li Zi" - she has no interest in being a "guinea mouse"!
……

So Jiang Ling took the taro out from under the bed, and spent a lot of effort to help it change the color of the veins back; then put it on the window sill of the bedroom to let it bask in the sun.

Then, Jiang Ling stepped on the slippers, turned on the computer, and was going to find out if there were any scenic spots nearby, so that he could go back and forth within the day; then Jiang Ling went to the kitchen, planning to turn a piece of sweet potato for breakfast.

But as soon as he picked up the sweet potato, Jiang Ling found that it was covered with a layer of "grey fog".This made Jiang Ling startled.

It took a full half a minute before Jiang Ling sighed and put down the sweet potatoes, looked around in the kitchen, and even opened the refrigerator to check.

As a result, Jiang Ling found that, except for the things she just bought yesterday, most of the original ones were covered in a layer of "grey fog".Even potatoes, corn, etc., are no exception.Only oatmeal, which was fine.

Jiang Ling soaked a bowl of oatmeal in hot water, turned around to wash up, and made a mental note to go to the supermarket when shopping in the afternoon, find out the food and brands that are not polluted, and replace all these at home!
It was easy to find a scenic spot, and Jiang Ling quickly chose the local Sun Moon Lake.

Then, Jiang Ling switched to Google's online satellite map, intending to find a scenic spot in the middle of the green area.

As a result, I didn’t know if I didn’t read it, but I was shocked when I saw it.From the satellite map, Jiang Ling was pleasantly surprised to find that Riyue Lake is just a puddle at the foot of the mountain—to the southeast of Jinghai City, there are thick green ridges extending from the Wuyi Mountains in the southwest to the northeast , submerged into the sea, and then a string of islands emerged.

In this way, the same bulge on the earth's crust became a mountain on land at one end and a small island at sea at the other end.No matter what people call them, they are of the same origin.Among them, the section passing through the southeast of Jinghai City is called Furong Mountain.

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In the end, Jiang Ling chose Liugong Temple.

Liugong Temple is located on the southeast bank of Riyue Lake, surrounded by several kilometers of green mountains and green waters.There are occasionally a few scenic spots and a few hotels, and there are no residential areas or commercial areas, so there is no hindrance.

The Liugong Temple is actually not the center of the scenic spot.But better places, too remote.

There is no way, now there are more and more people cheating, stealing and snatching bags every year.Coupled with the recent increase in the unemployment rate, law and order are even worse.Jiang Ling is a girl who goes out to play alone and dare not go to a corner where no one is around.

As for the several star-rated hotels where you can see the scenery of lakes and mountains by opening the windows, that's good, but Jiang Ling was not willing to spend thousands of dollars all of a sudden, just to stay for a day.

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Jinghai City is the same as other cities in China. The urban planning is based on a period of five to ten years-very few top leaders care about what happens after they leave office.

Therefore, Jinghai City often suffers from traffic jams.

Fortunately, Jiang Ling had a good time to go out. Before ten o'clock, she hailed a taxi and left the city smoothly.

After leaving the urban area, there are more farmlands on both sides of the road.In the early autumn, before and after Bailu, whether it is the rice in the late season, the lotus in the lotus pond, or the metasequoia and phlox on the roadside, they are all lush and not depressed.

Green, pink, emerald, and red are pleasing to the eye.

Most importantly, the farther away from the urban area, the more "white fog" will fill.

The taxi driver was only around [-], and with a Mandarin accent, he should be from the north. I don’t know if he was in a good mood when he met a young girl, or he was good at talking. He chatted along the way and said a lot about the car: this brand is good, that one Great price cuts, blah blah blah.

Coupled with the good scenery outside the window, Jiang Ling's short trip was very relaxing and enjoyable.

When he arrived at the place, he paid the money and got off the car. Jiang Ling looked around, and then his eyes lit up—the lake was shining, and the mountains were green.The clouds are high and the sky is far away, and the autumn wind is cool.It is a good weather, a good season, a good place, a good view.

After buying a ticket of 25 yuan, stepping over the high threshold and stepping into the Liugong Temple, Jiang Ling's footsteps slowly became brisk.She strode forward, passing several groups of tourists.

Jiang Ling couldn't explain why he was in such a hurry.Faintly, it seemed that there was something calling her in front of her.

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Compared with famous temples and great temples, Liugong Temple is not too big.Although speaking, it also has a history of nearly a thousand years.But unfortunately, during the * * period, like many other temples, Liugong Temple was not spared.At present, these majestic halls and golden Buddha statues were all rebuilt on the original site later.

This is not the first time Jiang Ling has come.However, Jiang Ling has no interest in the history of Liugong Temple—it can’t be helped, Jiang Ling remembers it very clearly. When she first came here to play, she was curious and read the introduction on the billboard in front of the main hall. There is a typo!
Now, maybe the typo has been corrected...

But Jiang Ling was no longer interested in thinking about Liugong Temple.Later, I came back a few times, and they were all strolling in the park.This time, I came here for "White Mist", and of course it was no exception.

To be honest, because the Liugong Temple is relatively close to the original ecological villages beside the Sun Moon Lake, there is no real estate development nearby.Just repaired the road and preserved most of the mountains and forests.In terms of greening alone, it is really much better than ordinary parks.

Before Jiang Ling reached the mountain gate, he found two dense "white mist" on both sides of the front hall from a long distance away.

Jiang Ling hurried over to take a look and found that they were two camphor trees.The canopy of the tree is higher than the flying ridge on the top of the hall, with luxuriant branches and leaves, full of vitality. There is also a copper and yellow nameplate on the tree, which shows that it is a national third-level protected ancient tree, and the tree is more than 200 years old.

——Let’s say it’s better to have greenery here.

Jiang Ling had a good time, walked through the mountain gate, the front hall, and the main hall, took the steps up the mountain, and went straight to the Drum Tower in the West Pavilion—the Liugong Temple was built on the mountain and facing the lake. Near the top of the mountain, walking near them, the view is not bad.

From the temple gate to the Drum Tower of the West Pavilion, the road is twists and turns, and it is about one kilometer.Because more than half of them are steps, I was in a hurry and tired.People like Jiang Ling, who have been sitting at a desk for a long time, used to take a rest when they climbed down the Drum Tower leisurely.But this time, Jiang Ling arrived in one breath, but felt a little hot, sweated a little, and didn't even breathe much.

Jiang Ling knew it well and was secretly pleasantly surprised.

Another ticket is required to go up the Drum Tower. Jiang Ling has seen it before and has no interest in going again.Because although the decoration above is beautiful, with red-painted wooden pillars, blue, white, green and gold patterns, it is magnificent, but the place is very small.From time to time, tourists go up and come down in a circle, but no one is clean.

At that moment, Jiang Ling looked around, trying to find a clean and not remote place to sit down and practice for a while.

——Yes, practice.

Looking at it, Jiang Ling found that there was a particularly dense "white mist" not far away.An unassuming winding path that leads in that direction.

This section of the path is a stone road.Compared with the previous mountain road, it is much narrower and steeper, and it is also much older. There is even some moss growing on the side, which looks slippery.

Jiang Ling looked at her feet carefully, not daring to be distracted.Fortunately, the road is not long, and after winding for about [-] meters, we arrived.

Jiang Ling walked to the head, and when he raised his eyes, the "white mist" was in front of him, filling it up.

—Ancient tree again!
There are six trees in total, all of which are camphor trees—speaking of which, camphor trees grow fast and have a long lifespan, accounting for a large proportion of ancient trees all over the country—one of them has been on the tree for 400 years.The rest are two or three hundred years old.The "white mist" on them merges with the wetland pine, black pine, etc. on the surrounding mountains, and is particularly rich.

Jiang Ling touched the trunks one by one, and murmured in his heart: "Could it be that the legendary tree spirit and flower demon are real?" When he touched the last tree, Jiang Ling couldn't help but wondered secretly.

——The tree took advantage of the opportunity of contact to complain to Jiang Ling repeatedly.Complaining that under its "feet", it is stepping on a "dangerous thing".

Jiang Ling was puzzled and asked the old camphor tree; luckily, the old camphor tree didn't know what the thing was called.However, the old camphor tree remembered the situation at that time.

So Jiang Ling put down his hands, stood under its shade, and calmed down.

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Jiang Ling felt as if she had become this old camphor tree.Together with other saplings, people dressed in short clothes were carried on a boat and shouldered on their shoulders, and they were transported from a long distance, and planted here around the original big camphor tree, forming a forest.

The two camphor saplings next to the main hall at the foot of the mountain were also brought here at that time.Then they stand between the sky and the earth, exposed to the sun and rain, and grow against the wind.

In the beginning, the field of vision is relatively short, only about two people tall; but it can be seen in all directions.At that time, the Liugong Temple was very small and was on the top of the mountain.On the mountainside and at the foot of the mountain, all belong to a wealthy family's mountain dwelling.

The white walls and black tiles built against the mountain, and the corridors with carved windows; where the camphor saplings landed, and a section of the road further up, there is a winding low wall that encloses the entire mountain dwelling.

Inside the mountain dwelling, there are two pavilions for resting.Not a rough quadrangular pavilion, but a delicate octagonal pavilion.When the carpenters built the pavilion, they relied on the mortise and tenon structure without using a single nail.

After the pavilion was built, a young couple would often come to live there for a period of time when the sun was at its best every year.They were talking hand in hand. The man was wearing a long robe and mandarin jacket, and the cloth shoes on his feet had a ridge.The woman was wearing a short jacket and a skirt, bound her feet.

Behind the two, the servant followed from a distance.Later, a little boy was added.

Then the fallen leaves sprouted, and the buds flourished, and the fallen leaves flourished.As the years passed, the field of vision gradually became higher.Young men become old men, and little boys become middle-aged men.

After so many generations, the original little boy is getting old.His great-grandson has also grown from a young boy to a suave young man, with a beard and a straight face, he has become a master of the family.

The mountain dwelling has become more and more exquisite.Back and forth, many houses have been added.

Then one night, the new head of the family came with his son and buried four clay pots deeply.

The two of them were used to being pampered, and when they did this job, they were extremely clumsy.The father accidentally knocked over a clay pot, half of the contents of the pot spilled and rolled all over the floor.When the son wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, he quickly picked them up one by one.

—all white metal biscuits.

After that, another ten years passed.Suddenly one night, the son, who was no longer young, rushed over together with the hostess, who was also in the middle age.

They didn't take anyone else with them, they went into the backyard late at night and dug with their own hands.The silver dollar was buried more than one meter deep, and the two of them only had time to dig two pots, and it was dawn; the two didn't continue, and ran away as if fleeing, and dismissed the servants of the mountain residence before leaving.

The servants scattered one after another; there was also an old servant who refused to leave and stayed behind to watch the door.

A few days later, another young servant came to find it. He groped into the back garden at night, followed the traces and dug in the middle of the night, and finally found a jar of silver dollars.He was still continuing, and the old servant in front came over to check with a lantern.

The young servant felt guilty and slipped away.

But after a few days, the young servant came again.This time, he was more careful not to disturb the old servant.

Unfortunately, after digging a few times, a string of torches rushed to the mountain gate.The voices of people boiled, the horses neighed, and a group of men in military uniforms with guns on their waists rushed in.

(End of this chapter)