Interstellar Gardener Life

Chapter 14 Reciprocity
Seeing that something was wrong, the young servant climbed out of the fence and went into the woods.

However, what kind of eyesight do soldiers in troubled times have?
Following the traces in the back garden, the young servant was arrested and he was beaten and kicked before slowly asking questions. He followed the young servant and left.

The old servant was frightened and fell seriously ill. He was taken away by his son and never came back.

In the past few years, there have been several rounds of people with guns in their waists, and they are all of one virtue.

Afterwards, the garden gradually fell into disrepair, except for the occasional homeless people and beggars who took shelter temporarily in winter, no one came here.

Then one winter, the beggar who lived here accidentally walked out of the water and burned the house down.

Fortunately, there had just been a heavy snowfall at that time, which did not cause a forest fire.

Next, a group of staff came here.They dressed very plainly, surveyed the land, and registered it.They felled the big trees that became useful, and planted all the pine trees.There are masson pine and Chinese pine.

Later, there was a group of young schoolchildren, both male and female, with short haircuts and red armbands.

They climbed to the top of the mountain and smashed the little Liugong Temple into a mess; not long after, they came again, urged a few forestry workers to come up the mountain happily, and vigorously selected a few trees, felled them and dragged them away. .

Among them, there are several trees that were planted together at the beginning.

The old camphor tree was not considered the best batch of trees at that time, so it was not selected.However, the kind of deep-rooted fear made this scene particularly clear.

In the end, the scenic spot was developed, the mountain road was paved with cement, and the bulldozer crawled over to remove the last trace.

As one of the scenic spots, Liugong Temple needs to be expanded and built—otherwise, how can we collect tickets?
It happened that the original mountain dwelling was the private land of the landlord. After the landlord was overthrown, it was nationalized.So just like that, the new Liugong Temple, resplendent and resplendent, occupies most of the hillside.

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Jiang Ling roughly understood what was going on; he opened his eyes and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Immediately, Jiang Ling secretly laughed again.

In fact, the remaining jar of silver dollars did not disappear.However, because of the age, the whole pot has been "stepped under the feet" by the old camphor tree.

——Just like the grass sprouting up and growing leaves, the result is the same as overturning the stone; the roots of the old camphor tree grow down, pressing the pot deeper into the ground.

How could the diggers think of this?
Looking at the traces of the other three pots, I always thought that if there were any, they must be in a similar depth.So they dug left and right, upside down, and broke several roots, but found nothing.

So I gave up and never came back.

The old camphor tree was afraid and hurt, so he designated the remaining jar as a "dangerous bad thing".

Communication with the old camphor tree is not laborious.Thinking of getting a large sum of money easily, Jiang Ling was extraordinarily energetic, looking left and right, carefully examining the surrounding terrain.

The old camphor tree was happy to give the jar out to Jiang Ling.However, Jiang Ling had to come up with the strength to "arch" things.In order to save effort, Jiang Ling wanted to choose a better direction.

——After all, there is too much difference in the size between Heguo taro and old camphor tree!

Just then, there was a sound of footsteps from the other side of the path.A little boy shouted: "Mom and Dad, hurry up, let's go to see the big tree!"

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Jiang Ling quickly turned his head to look.

is a family.A six or seven-year-old boy, a couple; look at the clothes, the family is rich.

Among the husband and wife, the woman is younger, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, straight nose, clear-looking, beautiful and well-maintained, probably in her early thirties; the man is older, about 40 or so.

The little boy was lively and active. He rushed under the big tree, panting, his little face was flushed and sweating profusely, and he still refused to stop. Son, tossing and jumping out.

——It was an emerald green safety buckle; the only thing exposed was a thin red string around the back of the neck.

To Jiang Ling's surprise, there was also a cloud of "white mist" on the safety buckle—very small, only contained in the safety buckle.It doesn't flow like the "white mist" that covers the mountains.

Like "white cheese," to be exact.However, although it is solidified, the concentration is not high.

——Reiki is also found on jade stones?

Jiang Ling couldn't help but take another look.

Unexpectedly, she took another look at this, and the little boy's mother became vigilant, stopped the little boy, and put the safety buckle back into the T-shirt: "Yuyu, put it on, don't let others see this, in case it happens to you The bad guys will take it away. Remember?"

The man walked slowly. He had just walked to the flower bed, and watched the scene from beginning to end. Hearing this, he couldn't hold back his face immediately: "What are you talking about! There are so many things, let him play by himself. "

The woman is not happy, there is no interface.

Jiang Ling didn't care, but she couldn't laugh or cry; in order to relieve the embarrassment, she praised: "It's a good piece of jade."

Complacent and contemptuous at the same time, the woman adjusted the boy's neckline, straightened up, and adjusted the shoulder strap of the satchel: "This is jade."

The man glared at his wife vaguely, smoothed things over and said, "Emerald is also jade—it's hard jade." He then nodded apologetically to Jiang Ling, and said, "Little sister, do you know jade?"

As soon as the two of them spoke, Jiang Ling recognized that the woman had a Sichuan Hui accent and the man was from the north.Jiang Ling was scorched tenderly by his "little sister".But this man was easy-going, and he didn't approach him casually, so Jiang Ling had a good impression of him, and while soothing his goosebumps, he replied, "I don't understand, it just looks good."

The woman had already turned around and called the little boy: "Yuyu, let's go over there and take some photos." She gave Jiang Ling a sideways look.When Jiang Ling spoke, she saw her curl her lips in disdain.

Jiang Ling remained calm and turned his gaze back.The man looked over there, and sighed indistinctly; realizing that Jiang Ling was paying attention to him, he smiled apologetically, and said to Jiang Ling, "How old do you think I am?"

Jiang Ling didn't know why he asked this.They were strangers to each other. Since the other party was friendly, Jiang Ling should of course be more polite.So Jiang Lingmu estimated that this person was in his early forties, but what he said was: "I think you are a little older than your wife, around 35?"

The man was a little proud after hearing this, and explained: "49. Calling you little sister is not an advantage, right? No way, if you call 'Miss' now, it's good for others to ignore you, maybe a slap in the face Throw it over."

Right now, the word "Miss", which was reserved for ladies in ancient times, has a new meaning that everyone knows - prostitute.And this person spoke frankly, with the blissful manner of a businessman.Listening to him, Jiang Ling felt comfortable, so she nodded her head and complimented, "You can't see it, you are in good health." Jiang Ling doesn't communicate much, and she doesn't know how to speak and doesn't want to learn.But for people in their fifties, what they care about most is their own body. Jiang Ling knows this.

The man smiled: "It's okay, it's okay." He took out a business card and gave it to Jiang Ling: "It's not like there's no jade that's better than that one. It's just for children's family, just wear it for fun; the good ones don't dare Give it to him, after all, he has to go to school and go out to play every day, so he is afraid of being jealous. If you are interested, come to the store to have a look."

He said it proudly and honestly.Pride is about one's own career, and it is really a concern for one's son.Therefore, Jiang Ling had a good impression of this man, and said "thank you" to take it over, but still couldn't help but said, "I'm afraid I can't afford it even better than that." While looking at the business card: Zhang Fu, Chairman and General Manager of Dongrui Jewelry Co., Ltd.Below is the address of the mobile phone, office phone, and storefront. "Mr. Zhang, I'm afraid I will disappoint your good intentions."

The woman over there looked at them one after another, and whispered something in the little boy's ear; the little boy turned his head and shouted, "Dad, I'm hungry!" The man responded to his son, and said to Jiang Ling: " You are only in your 20s, right? I think you have a noble spirit, and you will definitely be different in the future, so don’t forget to take care of my business!" He hurriedly coaxed his son to go.

Jiang Ling's ears are more sensitive than before.Jiang Ling actually heard clearly what the woman said to the little boy just now—"Are you hungry? Tell Dad to have lunch. Let's go to Pizza Hut."

Jiang Ling didn't care about this; after all, it was a legitimate defense, and at most the alert level was too high.But the word "nobility" at the end made Jiang Ling dumbfounded, and waved politely at the family, watching them leave.

The little boy ran ahead, the two couples followed, and the family of three went down the mountain.

Jiang Ling looked away, pondering over the business card - the base of the business card with antique patterns, looking at the exquisite flower paper made by those literati in the past.Dignified and generous, gorgeous style.

— Nobility?
Embarrassment to embarrassment, Jiang Ling really cared about this word.Because of Lin Yuzhe's relationship, Jiang Ling has more reservations about ghosts, gods, Fengshui, etc. than before.

In the past, Jiang Ling just "would rather believe what he has than believe what he doesn't have" and "do as the Romans do" for peace of mind; but now, Jiang Ling hopes to have the opportunity to seek evidence and discuss it.

Therefore, Jiang Ling carefully put away the business card.

Then, get down to business.

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The roots of these ancient and famous trees are protected by square cement flower beds.

The flower beds are connected into one piece, and the whole piece is built with stone and cement.In case of mudslides caused by heavy rain, or drilling piles up and down the mountain, the soil at the root of the tree will collapse.

However, the roots of a big tree under the soil will not be smaller than the trunk and crown of its growth on the ground.

In fact, for non-potted trees, the height of the tree and the depth of the roots are always the latter.

In other words, as long as Jiang Ling finds a relatively steep direction and walks down the mountain for more than ten meters, the place where he settles will be very close to the roots of the old camphor tree.

Jiang Ling came out to play today, and for the sake of convenience, she carried a backpack instead of a satchel.

At that moment, Jiang Ling opened the backpack, checked the size, and communicated with the old camphor tree. After confirming that the clay pot was not big enough to fit in the backpack easily, he started to act.

According to the position of the clay pot conveyed by the old camphor tree, Jiang Ling looked around, chose the side close to the mountain, walked down the concrete platform, waded through the weeds, and stepped down the mountain.

Finally, Jiang Ling stopped among several thick pine trees.

Soon, Jiang Ling experienced the feeling of "taking time off" again.

The old camphor tree quickly conveyed mixed emotions of joy and regret, followed by encouragement.

On the ground in front of Jiang Ling's feet, the clod of soil cracked into fine lines.

Jiang Ling rested and adjusted his breath, communicated with the surrounding mountains and forests, and then continued to work hard.

The "white mist" flowed even more urgently, and Jiang Ling "took time" again.

This time, the soil clod was obviously arched, and a small bag was slightly raised on the ground, more than one meter in diameter.

At this time, the clay pot is already very close to the ground, about half a meter.But Jiang Ling didn't bring a hoe, not to mention that this is a scenic spot after all, if a tourist digs here, it will easily attract attention.

So Jiang Ling looked around and decided to ask the little pine trees beside him for help.

For the last time, as if a living thing was slowly arching underground, within a few minutes, something was pushed up and broke the ground.The soil clods collapsed, exposing half of the clay pot.

Jiang Ling quickly signaled them to stop.

The tree roots that had finished their work stopped at the sound, and shrank back happily, plunging deeper into the ground more comfortably and deeply.

The old camphor tree is happy.For it was not only free from danger, but well nourished.

The little pine trees are happy.They worked like never before and made a fortune.It is very cost-effective, so they will be happy to come again a few times.

Jiang Ling was also happy, and easily pushed away the fallen leaves, dead branches and floating soil, and picked up the clay pot.

The pots are heavy.However, this is a scenic area and Liugong Temple after all, and people will come up to the mountain at any time.So Jiang Ling suppressed his curiosity, and didn't rush to look; roughly wiped off the dirt on the clay pot, and then stuffed it into his backpack.

(End of this chapter)