With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Xue Ming took all the ginkgo leaves and ginkgo fruits to the supply and marketing cooperative, and Pei Lin immediately arranged for someone to weigh them. After completing the process, he paid 255 yuan for the goods.

This was a huge amount of money. Everyone's faces were full of envy and jealousy. Suddenly someone in the crowd made trouble, "You kid is too much. We don't have enough leaves in our team."

Xue Ming turned around and saw Sun Yuhou's angry face, and hurriedly said with a smile, "When did you come? How many leaves does our team still have?"

"There are still five packs left. If I can't pull away the leaves today, you will be punished." Sun Yuhou sat on the bench with his legs crossed, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

The entire commune was snatching ginkgo leaves. Xue Ming found the ginkgo tree but did not give priority to the Zhaocun brigade. The brigade leader Sun Yuhou was naturally angry.

"Don't be angry, Old Sun. The commune gave me a quota for purchasing ginkgo leaves. Xiao Xue is here to help me fulfill the quota." Pei Lin smoothed things over with a smile.

"Old Pei, you don't know. Sometimes this kid is very smart, sometimes he is ignorant. If he does this, he will be stabbed in the spine by the members." Sun Yuhou became more and more depressed as he talked.

"You smoke a cigarette to calm down first. I guarantee that our brigade will have enough leaves. Director Pei, please arrange the shipment." Xue Ming took out the cigarette and handed it to him.

Pei Lin immediately arranged for someone to load Sun Yuhou's car and charged him 17.5 yuan for five packs of ginkgo trees. "Old Sun, you have to keep it a secret. Other brigades buy leaves for 4 yuan a pack. I'll give your brigade 3 yuan for Xiao Xue's sake." 5 a pack.”

"Don't worry, I will keep it strictly confidential." Sun Yu finally showed a smile, patted Xue Ming on the shoulder and said, "I just said what I said unintentionally, don't take it to heart."

This old guy fell out of control faster than turning over a book. Xue Ming exchanged 3 packs of leaves for 30 kilograms of wheat from the brigade last time, that is, one pack of leaves for 10 kilograms of wheat.

Last night, my mother quietly revealed the news that more than a dozen squad leaders jointly put pressure on the brigade to prostitute Xue Ming's ginkgo leaves for free.

They thought that Xue Ming was a member of the Zhaocun Brigade. How could he use free leaves in exchange for collective food? As a member of the commune, he must carry forward the spirit of sacrificing his family for everyone.

At the brigade meeting, they condemned Xue Ming's ideological decline. Xue Dingshan, a technician at the agricultural technology station, said that Xue Ming's behavior was on the opposite side of the masses, which made Liu Yue'e angry on the spot.

However, party secretary Zhao Tian, ​​team leader Sun Yuhou, and accountant Zhou Mengmeng supported Xue Ming. Zhao Tian slammed the table and scolded the team leaders for playing the piano randomly, and continued to purchase Xue Ming's ginkgo leaves for a fee against all opinions.

So Xue Ming realized what abstraction meant. He originally planned to keep five bags in exchange for food from the brigade, but after listening to his mother's words, he simply sold them all to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Five bags of leaves were taken away by people from Zhao Village. Sun Yuhou also pulled Xue Ming out of the supply and marketing cooperative, pointing to his head and whispering, "Some people are stupid, don't be like them."

"I know, you should go back to the village first." Xue Ming decided to keep a low profile in the village from now on. These days, some people are stupid and some are bad, and some people are stupid and bad.

"Xiao Xue, do you have time to follow me to the hospital to visit Huang Dehou? I heard that he had several stitches on his forehead," Pei Lin said.

"I have something to do at home so I won't visit him. Uncle Pei helped me transfer the condolence money to Comrade Huang Dehou." Xue Ming took out two yuan and handed it to Pei Lin.

Although he hates Huang Dehou, he is nominally Xue Ming's helper. Of course, he must express condolences when his helper is injured at work.

"You don't need your money. Our supply and marketing society will pay for his medical treatment. You can go about your business." Pei Lin waved goodbye to Xue Ming.

Xue Ming rode his bicycle back to Zhao Village. He passed by Liu Village and went to his uncle Liu Jianqiang's house to give him the beehive drawings drawn by Li Chuanying. "Uncle, do you think this can be done?"

Liu Jianqiang recognized it as a beehive at a glance and immediately sent the children out, "Children, please don't mess around. The commune does not allow private bees to be kept. If you are caught, you will be paraded through the streets."

Xue Ming is not afraid of being paraded in the streets, but is afraid of delaying the swarming of bees and causing losses to himself. "God knows and the earth knows that you know and I know. As long as you keep it secret, no outsider will know."

"I am your uncle and I will definitely keep it a secret, but..." Liu Jianqiang hesitated, hesitated for a long time and finally nodded, "You think of a way to send the wood over, and I will do it for you."

"Okay, help me make a few more beehives, I won't treat you badly." Xue Ming took out two dollars and stuffed it into his pocket, "Thank you uncle for your help."

"We are all one family. Don't say thank you." Liu Jianqiang decided to take the risk.

His mother wanted to marry her grandson to her granddaughter. After the marriage, Xue Ming became both Liu Jianqiang's nephew and son-in-law. He risked his life for his daughter's future happiness.

"Uncle, is ginkgo wood suitable for furniture? I found a ginkgo tree about forty meters high," Xue Ming said.

"Forty meters high, it is a thousand-year-old tree. Of course it can be made into furniture. In the past, only emperors and rich men could use ginkgo to make furniture." Liu Jianqiang rubbed his fingers excitedly.

Of course, carpenters like precious wood. Liu Jianqiang became more and more excited the more he talked, "The emperor's vegetable cutting piers are made of ginkgo wood that is more than a hundred years old. It does not mold, absorb water, or crack. Ordinary people with flat heads cannot afford it."

Xue Ming was stunned. He thought it was just a tree that was several decades old, but he didn't expect it to be a thousand-year-old tree.

"Uncle, you have to keep it a secret. I'll come back to you another day." Xue Ming immediately left on his bicycle. He went straight to the woods without returning home and released the rhubarb to find the tree.

The tree must be cut down as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to sleep and eat well.Huang Weiguang had already drawn a map when he was picking leaves. If he cuts off the beard, he will make people vomit blood.

When it got dark, Xue Ming went into the space to cook and stuff himself, and caught a few small fish to feed the two eagle owl cubs.

"I think I want to make a nest for your mother."

We continued on our way the next morning. At noon, Dahuang suddenly ran behind a big pine tree. Xue Ming immediately pulled him out and walked over. Soon, a smell hit his nostrils.

It turned out to be human feces. Xue Ming pinched his nose and took Dahuang away. After careful inspection, he quickly discovered many human footprints, with a hint of ferocity between his brows.

"The feces is fresh. At least five people were here a few hours ago. Who could they be?"

Xue Ming naturally thought of Huang Weiguang. He must have led people into the woods to cut down the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree.

"Sir, you are really not afraid of death if you dare to snatch my things." Xue Ming released two golden eagles to feed a few small fishes, and pointed in the direction of the ginkgo tree, "Go and find someone for me. If you find someone, let me know as soon as possible." I."

Two golden eagles flew into the sky. Xue Ming took out his telescope and looked ahead, but found no trace of Huang Weiguang and others.

Load the rifle magazine with bullets, touch Dahuang's head and whisper, "Old man, help me find the owner of that pile of shit, please."

Xue Ming had a premonition that there might be bloody conflicts during this trip, so he couldn't help but be extra vigilant.