After the drizzle stopped for a while, it started to fall again.

It took seven days in a row.

After the rain stopped, the sky was blue, white clouds were blooming, and it was a sunny sky again.

The bamboo forest after the rain became greener and a layer of mist shrouded over the bamboo forest, changing like smoke.

It has rained these days, and Song Wen stayed at home all day and felt that his people were almost moldy. Today, he saw the weather was clear and there was sun again, so he cut down a slender branch, tied the fishing line he bought, hung the fish hook, and then used the dried Sugami flower stems as fishing marks, dug a few fat earthworms to go fishing by the lake.

After fishing for a while, I felt bored again, so I moved out my homemade bamboo chair, went to the kitchen to press some pointed chestnuts in a pressure cooker, and then made a plate of five-spice peanuts. Then I lay on the bamboo chair, peeling the pointed chestnuts while leisurely catching fish.

The bamboo chair is covered with wolf skin, which is soft and comfortable. Under the sun, people want to scream loudly.

Intuition that life is always like this, what else can you ask for?

The kitten lay on his stomach, asking him for a peanut from time to time to eat. The puppy was also on the side, looking at the kitten with dissatisfaction, humming "hum". If it weren't for its larger size, it would be the one who lay in the owner's arms. Song Wen touched its head, comforted it, and made a few pointed chestnuts for it to eat, so it calmed down a little.

This guy has a very good appetite and eats everything. He not only eats vegetables and fruits, but also eats things like chestnuts. Sometimes he doesn't even miss the cat food that Song Wen feeds to kittens. It's probably because he has this good appetite, which makes him grow bigger and bigger. Now Song Wen's calves are taller.

The warm sunshine shines on the body, making people fascinated.

Song Wen stretched and was undoubtedly the happiest thing to do in this cold day, basking in the sun and eating delicious food.

The lake after the rain looks clear and shining by the sun, adding an unspeakable charm.

The stream beside it is gurgling, and the stream is clear and clear. The huge rocks of fish at the bottom of the water can be seen vaguely. Looking up, the bamboo forest is green and ethereal, tall and handsome, which makes people feel moved.

Song Wen inserted the fishing rod on the ground next to him and no longer cared about it. He just basked in the sun and ate chestnuts and peanuts, which was extremely comfortable. I don’t know if he came to fish by the lake or to eat.

Above the mountain road, a middle-aged man drove slowly towards the bamboo forest.

When I came inside, I saw the bamboo door with the words "Private place, don't enter the idle person", and hesitated for a moment, then got out of the car and opened the door, and continued to open it forward.

There are green bamboo forests on both sides, and there is a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves floating in the bamboo forest. However, the middle-aged man does not seem to be here to appreciate these, but he is just entangled and sad.

After a while, the car finally reached the end and a clear stream appeared in front of me. There was a wooden bridge on the stream, and there was a small courtyard not far from the wooden bridge. The courtyard stood quietly under the bamboo forest, quiet and peaceful.

The middle-aged man looked at it and couldn't help but lit up. He quickly parked the car, then raised a few boxes of tea from the car and walked towards the yard.

When the puppy Xiaohuo saw someone coming, he opened his mouth and was about to yell, but Song Wen held it down.

The middle-aged man came to the gate of the courtyard and politely shouted inside: "Is Master Song at home? Zeng Xinyong came to visit."

When Song Wen heard this, his face twitched slightly. When did Master Song live here? Why didn’t he know?

Zeng Xinyong shouted a few times, but when he saw no one responded, he thought the master was not at home, so he wanted to leave, but hesitated in his heart. He hesitated for a moment and looked around without realizing it.

Suddenly I saw someone fishing by the lake, so I walked over.

Seeing Zeng Xinyong coming, Song Wen ignored him and ate directly.

When he came to Song Wen, Zeng Xinyong took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened the box, took out a cigarette, and handed it to Song Wen with a smile.

"Little brother, you're fishing! Come and smoke a cigarette."

Song Wen glanced at him and waved his hand.

"I don't smoke, you can come here to play!"

Seeing that this person was so good at being a human being, Song Wen was embarrassed to ignore him, so he blew up and said some irrelevant words.

"Yes! The air here is good, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and it is a rare and good place!"

Zeng Xinyong exclaimed, then asked Song Wen: "Little brother, do you know where that Master Song has gone?"

"What Master Song?" Song Wen was very surprised who this Master Song was.

"It's the Master Song who can control trees! Don't you know? Master Song is superb and has great skills. He actually saved the old wintersweets inherited from the ancestors of Chi Qiaosheng's family in the Nanzhou Flower Association, and also made the wintersweet grow new leaves and branches and bloom. This method is comparable to a god. I have also seen Chi Qiaosheng's bonsai. It's almost dead, and many experts can't save it. Unexpectedly, he was saved by Master Song. Now the reputation of the master has spread throughout our Nanzhou, and even some experts in the provincial capital are shocking."

"Um..."

Song Wen didn't know what to say, but he just cured a pot of flowers. As for? Master, you banana guava, I still want to marry a wife? You can't become a monk.

"You really don't know Master Song?" Zeng Xinyong asked again when he saw Song Wen not answering.

"I don't know." Song Wen shook his head.

"Do you know the people in the yard?" Zeng Xinyong pointed to the yard behind.

"Meet." Song Wen nodded, fishing here and saying that he didn't know the people in the yard, that would be too fake.

"Do you know where the people inside are going?"

"It seems like I went up the mountain to collect herbs early in the morning."

"Do you know when you will be back?"

"I don't know. But it will take at least several days to go up the mountain to collect herbs!"

When Zeng Xinyong heard this, he frowned, not knowing what he was thinking?

After a while, he said to Song Wen: "Little brother, can you help me?"

"Speak and listen."

"Can you help me give these things to the master? The money is your hard work." As he said that, Zeng Xinyong put the tea on the ground and took out three hundred yuan in his pocket.

"This is not possible. You should give it to him yourself!" Song Wen shook his head repeatedly, jokingly. He didn't want to manage trees for him anymore, so how could he collect his money?

"Little brother, please help! I'll treat you to a big meal next time."

Zeng Xinyong put the money in his pocket, "You just say it was given by Zeng Xinyong from Credit Flower Co., Ltd., and come to ask him to help manage the trees. If you say that, he will know. I will come again in two days, and that's it. Thank you, little brother." After that, he left as if he was flying.

Song Wen quickly got up and took his shoes and chased after him.

Who knew that this guy looked fat but ran away. He ran to the parking lot, opened the car door, got in the car and left.

Song Wen chased after him and just touched the body of the car, but the guy had already activated the accelerator and drove away.

With the tea and money, Song Wen was amused and crying, and someone gave gifts like this. Suddenly, he remembered that Tianchi Wannian seemed to be the same as him. It seemed that he was fooled by Chi Wannian that day, and he didn't forget it. He was afraid that he would refuse, so he used such a move.

In fact, when middle-aged people talk about tree management, they know what middle-aged people are asking him for. But their methods cannot guarantee that they can cure all the trees, and they are not short of money, so they don’t have to make a living. To be honest, guarding the bamboo forests on these hills of his family, harvesting more than 100,000 yuan a year, so they don’t have to worry about food and clothing. There is no need to cure any trees for others. It doesn’t matter if they cure them, what should I do if they are damaged?

Looking at the tea and money in his hand, he shook his head and had to wait until he came back to him next time, otherwise what would he do?

Song Wen took the things back into the house and then returned to the lakeside. He wondered why the fishing rod had not moved for so long. He pulled it up and looked at it, and found that the bait had been eaten up.

I had to get on the bait again, and then continued to lie on the bamboo chair, eating and teasing the kitten.

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