Song Wen looked over and saw that it said, "Guoliang House Demolition and Foundation Laying Co., Ltd., the house is demolished and laid, and the foundation is laid, and the price is affordable. Please pay attention."

He looked at this messy business card and couldn't help laughing, looked at Huang Guoliang, and said, "Uncle Huang, you have a company that demolishes the house for others!"

"Why are there no? There are companies that collect junk, let alone me." Huang Guoliang said angrily.

"He was writing randomly. In fact, he just demolished the house and laid the foundation for people in the village. He had no choice but to demolish the building that was too high. Once he sent a business card randomly. A real estate boss called him after reading it, hoping that he would be responsible for the demolition of the building. Unexpectedly, after he went to see it, he left directly, and didn't even tell the person. Later, someone called and asked what was wrong. Do you know how he replied? He said that you were so high and asked me to demolish it!"

When talking about his uncle's embarrassing things, Huang Xiaojun laughed happily.

"That's the truth. I'm just a small demolition company. How can I demolish the building with more than ten floors? Besides, there are people living in his building. How can I demolish it? Aren't you going to ask me to be a bad person to drive people away? I can't do such a thing."

Song Yuanzhi smiled after hearing Huang Xiaojun's words, but when he heard Huang Guoliang's words, he couldn't help but nodded again.

People really cannot do things that destroy conscience and lose human nature just for money. Now, some local officials, in their interests, have forcibly purchased land and demolished houses, causing public resentment and turbulence. If this continues, I am afraid that the country will be out of state.

After looking at the business card, Song Yuanzhi thought for a while and said to Huang Guoliang: "Can you demolish the old house in the old city?"

"Of course, there are old houses over there, and they are all tiled houses, which are easy to demolish."

Huang Guoliang said: "Why, your house has a house there to be demolished? If it is demolished, I will give you a 20% discount for Awen's sake. How about it?"

Song Wen's face became strange when he heard this. Will his uncle need him if he wants to demolish the house?

"No, I don't have a house to be demolished."

Song Yuanzhi smiled and said, "However, there is a place in the old city that needs to be renovated. You need to find someone to deal with it. This way! Take your company's information to the municipal government office, and then I will see if I can help you find something to do, that is, a small project."

"real?"

When Huang Guoliang heard this, he couldn't stop smiling, but he said seriously: "It's okay to demolish the house, but I don't do unethical things. I won't demolish someone who lives there."

"Don't worry," Song Yuanzhi said.

This is what he likes. After all, this demolition represents the government's face, so he doesn't want anything to happen.

After saying a few more words, Song Yuanzhi left. When he left, he still asked Song Wen to go to his house for a while. Song Wen nodded and agreed. He was ashamed that he had not visited his uncle's house for so long. Instead, his uncle's family went to his house to worship his ancestors during the Chinese New Year.

Huang Guoliang didn't expect to have a meal, but he took over the task for no reason and laughed so hard that he couldn't stop. But suddenly he thought that he seemed to have met Song Yuanzhi somewhere.

He asked Song Wen: "Awen, where is your uncle working? Why do I seem to have seen him there?"

"Working in the municipal government." Song Wen said.

"It's good to be an official. You eat delicious food and drink spicy food every day. There are people giving gifts during the Chinese New Year and the holidays. If I hadn't had talent, I would have wanted to be an official. By the way, what is your uncle doing?"

"Deputy Mayor."

"Ah..." Huang Guoliang was shocked.

He usually stays busy, but only watches the news broadcast at night, but he doesn't watch local TV stations at all. Sometimes he only watches the TV. Because the TV programs there are richer and the language is also Minnan, it sounds friendly, he doesn't know who Song Wen's uncle is.

However, he is from Nanzhou after all, and has heard of some things in business dealings. After thinking about it, he knew that Song Wen's uncle was.

"It's Song Yuanzhi! It turns out that the county magistrate is so awesome. Once I heard that he started working with people from the city."

Song Wen smiled and said that his uncle had a bad temper and refused to do something bad. Once, the city approved a project that destroyed the environment and wanted to settle in Lanling, but his uncle refused. For this reason, the city wanted to remove his position, so he simply stopped doing it and took people directly to the municipal government to protest. In the end, the city had no choice but to transfer the project to other places. He offended the city's leaders, and later transferred him to the city to get a free job in the elderly.

However, his uncle did not regret it. In his words, "If you are an official and do not make decisions for the people, it is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes." If that project is settled in Lanling, it will be a disaster for the descendants. At that time, he will not be scolded to death, and may even be looked down upon by the Song clan.

"Since the deputy mayor has opened the golden mouth, this project must be outstanding. I will hurry up and prepare the information and hand it over. You can eat it, I will leave first."

After saying that, Huang Guoliang got up and left.

When he walked to the door, he turned around and said, "Xiaojun, please help me take Awen back later. I will put the pot of old pine bonsai next to your car. When you leave, remember to take it back to save it. I will get it later."

Song Wen and Xiaojun nodded without doubting him.

After saying that, Huang Guoliang left. He didn't leave at this time and then he wanted to find a chance to leave and give the two of them space to be alone.

Seeing Huang Guoliang leaving, Song Wen asked Xiaojun: "Did you have a meal?"

"No," Huang Xiaojun responded softly.

"Then let's have a meal." As he said that, he served her with rice and picked up food.

The food in Qinxiangju is good, but Song Wen feels that it is a little worse than the dishes he cooks. Of course, it is not that he has better skills, but that his dishes are raised with spring water in Ruyi Fan, with a natural sweetness, so they are particularly delicious when cooked.

After dinner, Song Wen came to the parking lot to put the bonsai bought by Huang Guoliang on the car, and then asked Huang Xiaojun to take it home.

The wind was rushing, and the scenery on both sides quickly retreated.

The breeze blew in through the car window that opened a gap. It brought a faint fragrance toward Song Wen. Song Wen took a deep breath. This was Yiren's body fragrance, which made people fascinated, obsessed with it, and imaginative. He glanced at Xiaojun who was driving, and simply closed his eyes and smelled Yiren's fragrance to fall asleep.

Xiaojun looked at it and smiled slightly. He fiddled with his hair that was scattered by the wind, continued driving and heading forward.

When they arrived at Songjiabao, Xiaojun suddenly found a crowd of people around Songjiabao. He didn't know what he was doing, so he woke Song Wen up.

"It's here." Song Wen woke up with his sleepy eyes rubbing.

"What's wrong with it in front?" Xiaojun pointed to the front and said.

Song Wen looked in the direction of his finger. He found that there were many people around the hillside next to Songjiabao. He didn't know what he was doing, so he said to Xiaojun: "You drive the car to the side and let's go down and take a look."

"Um."

Xiaojun drove the car to the side and stopped. The two got out of the car and walked over. After asking someone, they found out that it was a python in the mountain that ran down to eat chicken and was sleeping in the chicken coop.

After hearing this, Song Wen asked Xiaojun to stay here and go over and take a look.

"Then be careful." Xiaojun reminded.

Song Wen nodded and walked over.

After passing through the crowd, I came inside and saw a chicken coop at the foot of the hillside next to me. There was a chicken feather in the chicken coop, and there was chicken blood on the ground. Some chickens inside were walking around anxiously.

Seeing everyone pointing at the chicken coop, Song Wen looked around and found a python with a thick calf inside, with a bulging belly, lazy, closed his eyes, and motionless. He probably didn't want to move after eating.

"Does go. Dos go, don't squeeze here, be careful of the python biting people." Just as he was looking, he saw a middle-aged man holding a bamboo basket and carrying pole coming from behind.

"Didn't you say that pythons can't bite people?" said a young man watching the fun.

"Why don't you bite people? If you are a snake, you will bite people. The difference is that it is poisonous and non-toxic. Let's go away a little, don't get in the way here anymore."

Song Wen turned around and saw that it was Song Mingdao, a master of snake catching in the village. His family had the ability to catch snakes and cure snake injuries, which was not inferior to Song Mingde from Asi Clinic. After hearing his words, the people around him quickly moved a little away and asked him to catch snakes.

Song Mingdao came to the chicken coop with his things, put down the bamboo basket and shoulder pole, and walked gently to the python, slowly and gently grabbed the python, and put it in the bamboo basket. I don’t know if the python was full, so I was lazy and motionless. I just let him hold it and put it in the bamboo basket, without any resistance.

After putting it in place, Song Mingdao put the rope tied to the bamboo basket onto the shoulder pole, then turned to look at the onlookers, pointed at one of them and said, "A Chuan, come here to help carry it."

"oh..."

After hearing this, A Chuan walked over hesitantly, glanced at the python in the basket, and said worriedly: "Uncle, he won't bite people, right?"

When Song Mingdao heard this, he immediately glared: "With me here, what are you afraid of?"

"It hurts a bite!" A Chuan said in a low voice, but he still went over and lifted the bamboo basket with his uncle.

"Uncle, where are you going to carry?" A Chuan asked when he walked in front. He always felt cold behind his butt, and he was afraid that the python would be in a good mood and he would have tears and nowhere to shed.

"Releasing animals on the mountain." Song Mingdao said angrily.

"What should I do if I run down again?"

"Catch again."

"Then they caught it and ran down?"

"Why are you so long-winded, like a woman, and you won't leave quickly."

When A Chuan saw that he was angry, he didn't dare to say anything, so he had to walk forward.

Fujian is called Fujian, with hills and many snakes and insects, so most people in Fujian regard snakes as totems and believe in them as gods to worship.

Songjiabao is no exception. Since the Song Dynasty moved south to the present, snakes have been gradually worshipped according to local customs. There is a statue of a snake in the temple of the princes in the village. The snake god statue has its neck and its body crossed, looking very powerful.

Although I believe in snakes, I also kill snakes. The only one kind of snake does not kill is the python. The old man believes that the python is carved with Bagua patterns and is born with spirits, so no one dares to kill the python; there is also a kind of snake that does not kill, that is the Land Snake, and no one dares to kill, because the Land Snake is not poisonous, and it will run away as long as it is driven away. It is very honest, so no one will eat it. (To be continued...)

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