After hearing the old monk's words, Song Wen didn't say anything.

Of course, he has to pay for a carriage when he comes to manage trees, otherwise why would he travel here thousands of miles to do good deeds? He might as well stay at home to make tea with this intention. He and him are not so familiar yet.

"The lychee tree needs to be processed, I'll go first. Master, you don't have to be there, just stay here with Mr. Chi, just let Mingdao and me go there."

Seeing that it was nothing, Song Wen planned to go back and continue to manage the trees. As for the old monk and Chi Qiaosheng, there was no need to go. They were older, and it would be a big deal if they had three or two shorts after standing for a long time.

After hearing this, the old monk nodded and asked Mingdao to come and help, while he discussed Buddhist principles with Chi Qiaosheng.

When he arrived in front of the old lychee tree, Song Wen asked Mingdao to get a knife, then jumped into the pit where the iron box was dug out to dig out the dead roots under the lychee tree. After spraying the spring water in the Ruyi Fan, he filled the pit back. After filling the pit under the lychee tree, he sawed and sawed the dead branches on the lychee tree, and cleaned the moss on the tree body. Then, he hung the drip bottle filled with Ruyi Fan spring water on the old lychee tree with a syringe.

After hanging a dangling bottle at the top, roots and stems of the old lychee tree, he took some spring water and sprayed it on the tree. I don’t know if it was Ming Dao’s illusion, but he felt that the lychee tree seemed to be much more energetic when Song Wen got this, and the whole tree was full of vitality.

After dealing with the old lychee tree, Song Wen returned to the guest room.

In the guest room, Chi Qiaosheng was chatting with the old monk. When he saw him coming in, he hurriedly asked him to sit down. Mingdao went to make another cup of tea.

After drinking a few sips of tea, Song Wen said to the old monk: "Master, I have almost handled the lychee tree, but the roots of the tree are seriously damaged, and it may take several days to recover."

"Then I'll trouble Mr. Song. I might as well stay in the temple these days!" said the old monk.

"No, I'd better stay in a hotel! Come here tomorrow morning." Song Wen refused. Living in the temple, I didn't have any freedom. Every morning and evening class, I had to listen to a lot of monks buzzing. I still had to eat steamed buns and white porridge. Who could stand it? It would be better to stay outside by yourself. At least you can eat whatever you want, don't abuse your stomach, or follow the rules and regulations of the temple.

When the old monk heard what he said, he didn't force him, so he asked someone to take him to a hotel, while Chi Qiaosheng wanted to live in the temple to discuss Buddhist principles with the monk.

Song Wen and Chi Qiaosheng took the morning flight. After dealing with the lychee tree, it was still early when they arrived at the hotel, but it was only about ten o'clock. He took a shower in the hotel and took a rest, and got up at noon to have lunch in the hotel. After eating, he walked out of the hotel and wandered around the streets.

Song Wen likes to wander around and wander around, especially likes to wander around in the streets of ancient buildings, because only in the ancient streets can you feel the ancient charm of a city.

Sanfangqi Lane in Rongcheng, an ancient neighborhood formed since the end of the Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties, is embedded in the most prosperous city center of Rongcheng, and is also a must-visit place Song Wen went to Rongcheng. In the past, walking on the streets and looking at the ancient streets and alleys on both sides, the tiles and patterns all contain ancient charm.

However, in 2006, after the government spent 4.5 billion to renovate this old street, although the appearance of Sanfangqixiang was completely renewed and became one of the top ten historical and cultural streets in China, it also made the old flavor of the old street no longer exist. Now the rugged stone roads have become flat green granite, and the ancient houses in the Ming and Qing Dynasties have been replaced with old antique modern buildings. Those centuries-old streets, Lifang ruins, Ming and Qing styles, architectural settlements, and the thousand-year-old Fujian capital charm can no longer be felt at this moment.

Many things in the world always have various contradictions and helplessness.

Some people think that the house is demolished and rebuilt, and drive the people to buildings that do not know whether it is qualified. They think that building a new countryside is to allow the people to live a happy and healthy life. In fact, otherwise, the people would rather build a house by themselves than live in a low building that is only more than two meters high and almost overwhelmed by the backbone; they would rather farm than go to the factory to do the same job as a grandson in the exploited box, but we have no choice.

With the expansion of urbanization, rural land has been pushed little by little. People have no land to plant and no rice to harvest, and they can only buy it every day, and they have to pay for everything from food to firewood, rice, oil and salt. If one day encounters a financial collapse or a food crisis in the future, will the people live a life of eating grass roots and eating bark in ancient times. Nowadays, tall buildings are growing one after another, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to eat bark.

Rongcheng is close to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, so the architecture also has the style of Jiangnan. The white walls and gray tiles are different from the white walls and red tiles of southern Fujian. There are two places in southern Fujian and northern Fujian. There are two styles of architecture, different foods, different languages, and different customs, which are interesting to say.

Looking at the new and modern streets, Song Wen felt bored, so he went to a small alley next to him. He liked the old smell in the old alley. Walking into the alley and looking at the tiles with the ancient smell in the alley, Song Wen smiled slightly. This was his favorite place. He walked and watched, occasionally buying some food from the houses of the alley. Suddenly, he heard a loud noise from a distance, and a woman's voice sounded very familiar, so he hurried over.

"Shuyan, where are you going!"

"You care about me."

"How about we go to the movie together?"

"Go away, the ghost knows who you are!"

"Or we'll go for a ride?"

"I said damn it, have you heard it?"

"You are March 8, our Brother Hong invites you to play to give you face, don't give you shamelessness."

"Give your mother's face, do I want to play with you all the trouble?"

"Okay, I just like your fierce look, but since you don't listen to your kind words, don't blame me for being rude, go."

"What are you doing? Let go."

When Song Wen walked to the place where the sound came, he saw three men in front of an old house in front of him, surrounded by a woman, and didn't look like they were doing good things, so he wanted to go over and help. But suddenly he saw the woman kicking a man in front of him.

With a "Oh" sound, the man shouted in pain while holding his crotch, his face pale.

The two men next to him looked at it and were about to come forward to catch her. I didn't know what the woman did. One man suddenly fell to the ground and twitched constantly, and the other was like the first one, holding his crotch and wailing.

"Hmph, I don't know how to live or die." The woman saw the three of them falling down, clapped her hands proudly and said, "Even my aunt dares to tease her, I don't know how to live or die." As she said that, the woman kicked the three of them hard with her feet wearing high heels, making them scream. One of them was still twitching without feeling.

Only then did Song Wen see who the girl was, it was clearly the little pepper from Aunt Si's house. At this time, he suddenly remembered that Little Pepper seemed to have been to college in Rongcheng and worked in Rongcheng after graduation. How could she be here? Could it be that she lives here? Looking at this old and decadent alley, Song Wen couldn't help frowning. Although he liked the old flavor of the old streets and alleys, he never wanted to live here because it was too bad.

"Little Chili." Song Wen shouted at the cheerful little Chili.

When Xiao Lajiao heard someone shouting, she turned her head and saw Song Wen. She immediately shouted in surprise: "Awen, why are you here?" Then she ran to Song Wen without caring about the three of them.

"I'll do something here, why are you here?"

"I'll live here! Let's go to my house to sit." As he said that, regardless of whether Song Wen agreed or not, he pulled him into the room next to him.

The house is actually a two-story building with a small courtyard. After entering, it is a small courtyard. Song Wen looked at the small courtyard and frowned slightly. The house was mottled, covered with tile and tiles. The white lime on the wall peeled off, and a decay, decay, and ancient aura appeared all over his body.

Xiao Lajiao took Song Wen through the courtyard and came to the room upstairs. The room was a small house of about ten square meters, which was painted and looked very clean. There was a small balcony in front of the room, which could cook and looked ok.

"What happened to those people just now?" Song Wen asked while looking at the house.

"That's the son of our company boss, a playboy. I want to fuck me when I see that I am pretty. It's very annoying. I dare to pull at me today. I'm really looking for death. I wonder if I have practiced it?" Xiao Lajiao said while pouring water for Song Wen.

Song Wen took the water cup she handed over and was speechless. The man was also a bad guy and didn't even go to inquire. Who knew how powerful Xiao Lai was in the countryside and dared to hit her, and he thought she was too old to be long. After thinking about it, he glanced at Xiao Lai again. He could not tell where Xiao Lai was beautiful. It can only be said that it was a turtle who saw mung beans facing each other.

"Do you live here?"

"Well, the rent here is cheap, only about 200 yuan a month. If you move to a single apartment, it will be at least 400 yuan a month, which is better here!" Xiao Lajiao said. Her father passed away at a young age. He relied on his mother to raise him and learned to live a life carefully, but he inherited her mother's style.

"This place is so remote, aren't you afraid tonight?" Song Wen asked, looking at the gloomy alley outside.

"What are you afraid of? I have this." As she said that, Xiao Lajiao took out an electric shock stick from the bag next to her and showed it to Song Wen. "I'm a 200,000-volt electric shock stick. I will use anyone who dares to do anything, so that she can know how powerful her aunt is."

Little Lajiao said proudly with her chin raised, and turned on the electric shock stick for Song Wen to show it.
Chapter completed!