It feels so good.

Song Wen stretched his waist in the quilt and woke up the little fire and the kitten who were still in the quilt.

These two guys are getting lazy. When he woke up, they would say hello to him, but now they are only nestled in the quilt. Sometimes when he gets up, the two little guys are still sleeping. After driving the two lazy bugs out of bed, he gets up and dresses by himself.

I opened the window and the weather was sunny outside. I took a deep breath and felt that I felt better.

Last night, I made a live fish with the big grass carp I caught. I put all the fish intestines, fat, and other fish internal organs inside. I was happy to eat and forgot to control myself. I still smelled fish in my mouth.

Suddenly, my stomach felt strange, so I quickly ran to the bathroom, and when I came out, I felt my whole body smelly.

It’s all because I ate too much fish yesterday, which made it smell like fish when I pulled it out, and it smelled so bad. I wouldn’t have eaten so much fish if I had known it.

Song Wen resented himself in his heart and walked downstairs.

I came to the kitchen, bought some rice and put it in the pot and cooked porridge on the induction cooker. Then I went to the backyard to feed chickens, ducks and cows, and squeezed another glass of milk.

Now a glass of milk in the morning is part of Song Wen's eternal life.

Seeing that the weather was good, Song Wen put out the chicken, duck and cows, then picked some cabbage and celery and walked into the house.

When I arrived at the front, the porridge was cooked. Song Wen cut a little fish, added some winter vegetables, turned on the fire, and continued to cook. Then he took the cabbage and celery to the pool to wash it, cut some cabbage, seasoned it after cooking, and finally cut the celery into the grains and put it down, sprinkled with some pepper, and the delicious fish porridge was ready.

Although I ate too much fish yesterday, I didn’t want to eat it anymore. But the fish porridge is different, refreshing and delicious, and it’s very pungent. Song Wen ate several bowls in a row before he finished.

After dinner, Song Wen opened the door of the front yard and wanted to go to the bamboo forest to see. In a few days, he would have to cook bamboo shoots again to see how the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest were like.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened the door, I saw a person flashing from the side. He was startled and couldn't help but take a few steps back. When I looked closely, it was the guy who came yesterday.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Wen asked with anger.

"Master, please, please save my tree! If you don't save it when you see death, our whole family will jump into the sea. Please, Master, please."

When Zeng Xinyong saw Song Wen, he immediately knelt down, and cried and begged with tears.

Song Wen quickly helped him up, but he didn't have such great blessings to kneel. This kneeling would cost several years to live.

"What's going on? Get up and talk about it carefully, don't look like this."

Song Wen helped him up and asked him to sit inside.

When I came inside, I heard his story before Song Wen understood what was going on.

Zeng Xinrong is the owner of a flower company, specializing in the transaction of precious flowers and trees.

This time, a guest booked a small-leaf red sandalwood tree from him.

Because the customer asked to be as big as possible, preferably wild, he inquired about it, and finally worked hard to make people dig a small-leafed red sandalwood from the primeval forest in India. He spent all his money for this tree and even borrowed from the bank. But high investment also means high harvest. If the small-leafed red sandalwood can be transported to the customer, he will also make a fortune.

After the small-leafed rosewood was transported back, it was nothing happened, but the leaves were a little wilted. He thought it was lost, so he didn't care too much.

Unexpectedly, after a period of time, the leaves on the tree began to fall off, and even the branches on it dried up and died.

Zeng Xinyong himself was also an expert in gardens. When he saw that the situation was wrong, he quickly tried every means to treat this small-leafed red sandalwood tree, because this tree was already the place where his family and life were.

Unfortunately, Xiaoye Zitan was still not good after he tried every means to treat him. He quickly invited friends and experts from the garden to help him with the treatment. Who knew that they shook their heads one by one, and there was no way.

He didn't believe that this red sandalwood tree was really helpless, so he spent a lot of money to invite an academician of international gardens from the capital. Unexpectedly, there was no way.

He was panicked now, and he had to know that this little-leafed rosewood tree is not only related to him, but also to everything in his family. He spent all his savings for this little-leafed rosewood tree and even put in the customer's deposit. If the little-leafed rosewood dies, his whole family will not only go to sweep the road, but also face the blame of the customer. Thinking about the power behind the customer, he feels chill.

By chance, he heard that Song Wen had cured the old wintersweet in Chi Qiaosheng's house, so he wanted to ask him to come and take a look, but he didn't expect to be fooled. After he went back, the more he thought about it, the more he became, the more wrong he was. He quickly asked his friend and even asked his friend to get a photo of Song Wen. Finally, he realized that the person by the lake was Song Wen, and he was fooled.

As the delivery date is approaching, if Xiaoye Zitan cannot save it, the consequences will be unimaginable. It doesn’t matter if his life is gone, but what should his wife and children do? That’s why he waited early in the morning at the door of Song Wen’s yard, because Song Wen was already his last hope.

Looking at Zeng Xinyong's messy hair and blood-red eyes, Song Wen was speechless.

The person in front of him was also obsessed with profit and self-inflicted. If he hadn't been greedy for money, he wouldn't have to fall to this point today.

But it seems wrong to say this. After all, it has been fine for people to be in this industry for so long. I can only say that no one can walk by the river without getting wet shoes. I blame him for being unlucky.

Song Wen didn't want to intervene because he was not in this industry, and he was not sure that he could cure the tree. But he thought that he still had his wife and children, and his parents, so he felt a little embarrassed. Although he had done so, his family was innocent and could not watch the family go to the destruction, and it was from the city.

He couldn't help but sigh and said, "Actually, I can't control trees, and curing the old pot of wintersweet in the Chi family is pure luck."

"Then please be lucky for the master! Master, please help me."

Zeng Xinyong knelt down in front of Song Wen and begged.

Song Wen avoided him and quickly supported him.

I really couldn't bear to see his miserable, sad and resentful appearance.

After thinking about it, he said, "Then I'll go and have a look, but I'm not sure that I can cure your tree. You must be prepared."

"As long as the master can go," Zeng Xinyong said happily.

"Don't call me Master, Master, Master, Master, I'm still so wet? Just call my name Song Wen!"

"Why are you so embarrassed? I'd better call you Mr. Song."

Seeing that he was so stubborn, Song Wen had no choice. He ignored him and went inside to get a few glass bottles left by treating the old osmanthus tree, then filled it with spring water from Ruyi's fan, took a few more syringes, closed the door, and followed Zeng Xinyong away.

In fact, he really can't control trees. Song Wen has always thought so. He is just hanging spring water and bubble trees, and he can't do anything.

Maybe he didn't know that having the strange spring water in Ruyi Fan was already the hope of controlling the tree. Not to mention, he also had that magical bronze mirror.

Zeng Xinyong carried Song Wen, and he was very home-oriented, but even so, he drove steadily and did not dare to drive fast.

Song Wen couldn't help but glance at this person. When he asked for help, he would not hesitate to bow down and cry bitterly. He could completely abandon his so-called self-esteem, but he was serious when doing things and knew how to be sensible. It was not simple!

The car is slow, but the road finally has an end.

When he arrived at the junction of Nanzhou City and Longxi County, Zeng Xin turned his car into a four or five-meter-wide county road.

The county road is lined with mountains, lush trees, and looks a bit gloomy.

After driving for a while, Zeng Xinyong turned the car and drove into a small road between the two mountains next to the road.

The path was asphalt. As we walked up, Song Wen could see the clouds floating in the mountains in the distance. If he hadn't known that he invited him to come here to manage trees, he would have thought he was trying to kill him.

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