Return to Splendid

The father knew better about the three trees, so he told his son about it.

After all, it has been 30 years since the three trees were planted.

The year they were planted, Wu Tanggui's son had just been born.

It’s impossible to mention the days at that time, let’s just talk about his house. The only things that could be seen were a wooden barrel, a broken iron pot, a tree branch bed, and half a tree stump.

There is no electricity, no roads, no money to buy coal, and even if you buy it, you can’t transport it in. To cook and keep warm, you can only stretch your hands towards the mountains.

As the population increases, the land decreases. In a few years, the dozens of slopes in front of and behind the village, and the slopes that were originally covered with trees, have all been cut down in a few years.

One day, a man walked by the door. His foot slipped on the way and he rolled. His waist was hit by a stalagmite, and he was injured and couldn't walk.

Wu Tanggui was about to go down the ravine to carry water. When he saw this, he put down the barrel and helped him up.

The passers-by were thirsty and looked eagerly at the bucket.There were still two bowls of water at home, and Wu Tanggui brought it to him to drink. Passersby drank more than half of the bowl and looked at the half bowl of water as a souvenir.

He sat on the stone egg and heard the cry of the baby in the thatched house, which was like a weak kitten meowing.

He rummaged through his pockets and found seven kilograms of food stamps, three yuan and fifty cents, and gave them all to Wu Tanggui.

"Take it first, and buy some nutritional supplements for her mother and son."

Wu Tanggui's mouth trembled and he could not speak. The only egg-laying hen in the family was slaughtered. The seven eggs he had accumulated were eaten up. He could not find anything better.

Wu Tanggui brought him another half bowl of water, but he raised his hand to block it.

He knew that the water here was too dry and expensive, so every morning he carried wooden buckets over two mountains to get water from the river ditch, which took two hours to go back and forth.

People in the village never bathed in the converted water. When it rained in June or July, they would take off their clothes and stand in the rainwater, washing themselves like this.

He looked around for a while, and as far as he could see, there were bare slopes and bare ground.

He staggered down the mountain.

A week later, the man came again, bringing four taels of brown sugar, three kilograms of glutinous rice, and ten eggs.

He sat on the mound and let Wu Tanggui hold the baby to look at it. It was one foot long and the size of a monkey. Looking at Wu Tanggui's mother-in-law, she didn't have three kilograms of flesh on her body and was as dry as Bao Gudou.

He couldn't help sighing, his eyes were moist, he shook his head, and even raised his hand to give himself a slap.

Wu Tanggui was confused. What was he doing?

The man pointed to a few trees not far away and said, "Did you plant those?"

Wu Tanggui replied: "Yes."

The man said: "Plant more and cut less. The number will increase every year. After ten or eight years, you will know their benefits."

He was leaving, and Wu Tanggui wanted to thank him, but what did he have at home?Nothing can be produced.

As if he had read his mind, he pointed to the trees and said, "You have to take good care of those small trees. When your children grow up, the trees will also grow up, and that will be fine."

From then on, Wu Tanggui began to manage the three trees, and he used all the washing water for watering every day... He watered the trees every day, and also gave some of the manure he used to Baogu to the small trees.

In the blink of an eye, three years later, the small tree has become as big as the mouth of a bowl, its trunk is straight, and children can sit under the shade of the tree and play clay balls.

Wu Tanggui tied a cloth belt around the waist of Shugui (the child's name), tied the kerchief on his back, went down the mountain, passed through the village, and went to Maoliba, where he planned to spend one yuan to buy something to meet his benefactor.

He can't express more feelings, but he is by no means an ungrateful person.

Wu Tanggui was shocked when he heard that his benefactor was called president.

The person who took the money, food stamps, brown sugar, and eggs to save his son and his mother-in-law was the president!

He used one yuan to buy a pound of candies to repay the president!

Wu Tanggui came back quietly with his son and told his mother-in-law everything. She knelt on the cobblestone ground and kowtowed three times on the threshold.

A few years later, they went there again, wanting to tell the president that the three trees were very big and taller than the house, and they hoped he would have time to take a look.

They were told that the president had been transferred to the county.

The two men stood blankly at the door, why did they just leave like that?Don’t you want to look at your own tree?If we leave like this, what will happen to the tree?Wu Tanggui wanted to chase him to the county. He was not afraid of the hundred-mile road, but the county was so big that he didn't know where to go.

Wu Tanggui thought it through. The only way was to greet Three Trees and wait for the president to come see his tree.

The president has to look back at the tree after walking a long way, so if he touches the leaves of the tree carefully, he will definitely come if he can't leave the tree.

Wu Tanggui watered and took care of it more diligently.

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, the son grew up and went out to work. The son’s mother suffered from the disease in his early years, and the son died of the illness when he was 15 years old and passed away.

Wu Tanggui is 60 years old. At this time, his legs are no longer flexible, and the most terrible thing is that his eyes are also damaged.

He limped to the township health center for a checkup. The doctor said he had cataracts and could not be cured in the township. He had to go to the county hospital for treatment.

He did not inform his son that it was interesting enough to go out alone and take care of himself, and he did not want to burden his son.

Fang Kehua was planning for him. After much deliberation, he came up with a way, which was to sell trees.

Fang Kehua asked someone to measure it, and after calculating the square measure, he found that each tree could be sold for a little over 300 yuan. After selling all three trees, he had almost 1000 yuan. For the remaining part, he would think of other ways. .

Fang Kehua invited several elders to work together and agreed to cut down the trees and sell them for money to treat eye diseases.

He refused: "That is the president's tree and cannot be chopped down."

Fang Kehua said: "The president is no longer alive."

Elder A said: "Even if he is still alive, if you do the math, he is already 90 or [-] years old. How can he still come to see the tree?"

He said: "I have to wait for him. He promised to come and see the tree."

Elder B suggested to Fang Kehua to find an opportunity and find a way to move him away. Just stay here for an hour or two and make a quick decision.

It was agreed upon.

"He must have gotten the news from somewhere."

Xing Yi's father said: "Those three trees cannot grow so big easily. It would be a pity to cut them down."

Xing Yi said: "The first thing that comes into view when you come from a distance are the three trees. It can be said that they are the symbol of Ma'anshan Village."

Every half hour, Xing Yi would go out and take a look to see if the tree was still standing there.

It was dark, and the shadows of the trees were no longer visible.

When his father went out, Xing Yi wrote a report at home, but thinking about Three Trees was like holding a stone in his heart.

An hour later, his father came back and told Xing Yi: "Wu Tanggui cut a wall with stones, and he lived in it. He had shovels, hoes, and sickles at hand. There was no way, the team leader and the others had to give up."

After dinner, Xing Yi settled down to write a plan.

In his father's little notebook, he saw all the basic conditions of the village, including households, labor force, heaven and earth, hillsides, ditches, water sources, etc., historical evolution, population structure, cultural level. With these data, the report would be much easier to write. .

My father's handwriting is very good. With his beautiful handwriting, there is no doubt about his skill.But in the years since my father left the county town to go to the countryside, this place is remote and poorly informed, and many new things and new information may not be known.

Why did my father come here? I just wanted to have a frank talk with my father.

In front of his mother, he didn't say much. He knew a little about his father.

In his last life, when he was a teenager, he didn't care much about this matter.

But things finally came to light for him.