"Hello, hello, my name is Huang Guoliang, and I am Xiaojun's uncle."

Huang Guoliang stepped forward enthusiastically and greeted Song Wen.

Song Wen was stunned and felt a little flattered. It seemed that he didn't know him. What's going on? But he still greeted him politely: "Hello, my name is Song Wen, just call me Awen."

"Why, do you also like to plant osmanthus?"

"Um..."

"The same is true for me. This osmanthus is not only for viewing, but also for medicinal use. The osmanthus flowers can disperse phlegm and destroy phlegm and relieve cough; the osmanthus fruit can warm the stomach and calm the liver. The osmanthus root can dispel rheumatism and dispel cold. It can be said that it has many uses."

"I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable about osmanthus."

"certainly."

Huang Guoliang said proudly, but he thought fortunately that he usually reads books, otherwise who would know what osmanthus is used for? It seems that Uncle Mao said the saying "Reading is power" is indeed correct.

After saying a few words, she felt that Song Wen was quite angry with him, so she put her hands on Song Wen's shoulder and said generously: "Let's go and see which osmanthus tree you like. I'll ask someone to dig it for you."

"How can you be so embarrassed?"

"What's wrong with that? Xiaojun's friend is my friend." Huang Guoliang said very hard (refreshly).

Song Wen felt a little dizzy when he heard this and thought to himself, uncle, are we a generation missing?

Huang Xiaojun next to him was puzzled, and she didn't know what was wrong with her uncle. She might not know that his uncle had decided to charge forward in person and inquire about the enemy's situation for her lifelong event.

After a while, Song Wen took a fancy to a osmanthus tree in the Intermediate Courtyard. Huang Guoliang immediately asked someone to dig it out and tie it up, and waited for transportation.

After digging, Song Wen looked at the yard and suddenly found an osmanthus tree thrown at the corner of the wall. The osmanthus tree is thick with its waist, and its mottled surface carved the traces of time. The tree is covered with dried moss, and there are only one or two leaves that are about to dry up on the branches. Under the tree, there is a deep hole bitten by termites, as if it is telling people the helplessness of survival.

Song Wen remembered that when he was studying, there seemed to be no such osmanthus tree. It was probably planted later. So he asked Huang Guoliang curiously: "What's wrong with that tree? Why did you throw it there?"

"That tree is dead, it's useless. I'll pull it out and throw it away later." Huang Guoliang glanced at it and said.

After hearing this, Song Wen walked over, stroked the trunk with his fingernails, and found that there was still a hint of green in the depths of the bark.

"I'm alive, why don't you?" Song Wen asked strangely.

Although this osmanthus tree looks almost to meet its osmanthus ancestor, if it is taken back and can support it, it will make money, at least one hundred thousand, which is the price offered by him, a person who does not understand the market.

"It's useless. The roots of the tree are rotten, and even the trunk is almost bitten by termites. There is almost a layer of skin left. Even if you pull it back, you can't save it. You'll waste a lot of money in vain." Huang Guoliang explained patiently.

After hearing his words, Song Wen looked carefully and found that the situation of the osmanthus tree was similar to what Huang Guoliang said, except that there were still some trees inside that were alive. When he saw that he didn't want it, he wanted to take it back to plant it. If he could plant it, he would have a more osmanthus tree in vain. Why not do it?

"You don't want it, then give it to me!"

"Why, if you want to take it back and plant it, don't waste your energy, you can't plant it." Seeing that he was about to take the dying osmanthus tree back and plant it, Huang Guoliang kindly advised.

Huang Xiaojun saw them pointing and talking here, and was curious, so she walked over.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

"I said that this osmanthus tree can no longer be planted, and he still has to take it back to plant it. Isn't this a waste of effort?" Huang Guoliang said to his niece.

After hearing this, Huang Xiaojun walked to the osmanthus tree and began to check carefully.

After a while, he turned his head and said to Song Wen: "Song Wen, this osmanthus tree has severe water loss and is actually dead. It's just that there is still some water in it now, so it looks like it's alive. It will die if it takes it back a few days. Do you really want to take it back to plant it?"

Song Wen smiled bitterly. He felt that if he used the water in Ruyi Fan, he might be able to save the osmanthus tree, so he wanted to take it back to save it. Unexpectedly, these two people were so enthusiastic and speechless. But this situation was not easy to tell them clearly, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "Yes, I still want to take it back to plant it, maybe it will suddenly live?"

"I can't live. I have planted trees for decades. I don't know what trees can live and what trees cannot live. If you really like osmanthus, I'll give you two more trees, don't waste your energy."

"Yes, Song Wen. Otherwise, you can pick two more trees back, and I will plant them in the garden anyway, so it's useless."

When Huang Guoliang heard this, he immediately turned to look at Huang Xiaojun and said to himself: Good niece, nothing is useless. This osmanthus tree is the money that people have worked hard to work hard and work hard for two or three months.

But he didn't dare to say this.

"No, I just want to take it back to see if I can plant a living. It is certainly a pleasure to plant a living, but it doesn't matter whether it is planted or not. Just use it as firewood."

Looking at the warm-hearted uncle and nephew of Gu Dao, Song Wen had nothing to say. He just wanted to take it back and take it to see it. Unexpectedly, he looked at the silly boy in his eyes.

Huang Guoliang wanted to persuade him again, but Huang Xiaojun saw that Song Wen had made up his mind and said to him: "Uncle, since Song Wen wants to take him back for a look, let him take him back, anyway."

"Forget it, you won't listen if you say it. If you die, don't say I didn't remind you." Huang Guoliang waved his hand and said.

"How can I do it? Thank you, uncle." Song Wen hurriedly thanked.

"Uncle..."

When he heard Song Wen call him uncle, Huang Guoliang and Huang Xiaojun couldn't help but look at him together.

Song Wen realized that his name seemed to be wrong and hurriedly said, "No, it should be called Fei Ge, Brother Fei, thank you."

Huang Xiaojun next to him heard this and burst into laughter. His big eyes looked at Huang Guoliang's belly, and his face was joking.

Fat Brother???Where am I still a white pigeon? Huang Guoliang thought angrily.

"Forget it, you'd better call me uncle."

After saying that, Huang Guoliang didn't know what he thought of, and his eyebrows were slightly tilted at Huang Xiaojun, with a strange look on his face.

Huang Xiaojun saw it. Although he didn't know what he was thinking, it must not be a good thing. He couldn't help but take a hard shot of this uncle who was not as good as an elder at all.

It’s wrong to call it uncle, it’s not okay to call it fat brother, Song Wen was confused. He thought to himself, it’s just a title, is it?

"Or I'll call you Uncle Huang." Song Wen thought for a while and said.

This sounds good without a card (this is not better). Uncle Huang, yellow potato, weasel, what have he become? Huang Guoliang thought depressedly, and finally, he had to say helplessly: "Whatever."

Otherwise, if he kept calling, he would not know what would happen if he could call.

The three of them were talking here, and the workers next to them were doing their own things.

At this time, Song Wen suddenly saw a worker next to him taking a chainsaw to the mango tree on the side. After a few strokes, he sawed the mango tree down. He couldn't help but shake his head and said, "What a pity, such a big mango tree was sawed like this. These are all white flowers and can be used as medicine."

"There is no way. The yard will be demolished, and the tree will definitely be pulled away, otherwise the construction period will be delayed, and the developer will have to claim compensation."

Huang Guoliang is not only engaged in the transaction of flowers, plants and trees, but also a contractor. This time he contracted the demolition work of the old town government, so he had the opportunity to build these flowers and trees for his niece.

"Or else give me these mango trees too, and I'll take them back to plant them so as not to waste it."

“Now isn’t the time to grow mangoes?”

"It doesn't matter. Take it back and seed it. Even if you don't live, you will waste your energy at most and you won't lose anything."

Now, Huang Guoliang didn't know what to say.

Seeing that Song Wen had already said this, he stopped persuading him and went down to instruct the workers to dig up the tree. Seeing that Song Wen liked planting trees so much, he simply asked the workers to dig out the longan in the yard for him.

But I don’t know that this is exactly what Song Wen wants. You should know that the longans planted in this old town government are the best varieties in Suiyuan Town. The longans produced are not only thin skin and thick flesh, but also have small juicy and sweet fruits. They were planted by his uncle who spent a lot of effort to get them. Therefore, even if Huang Guoliang didn’t give them to him, he would still buy them from him.

After a while, when Song Wen saw that all the trees he wanted were dug out, he called Song Hu, hoping that he would call a car to come and carry the trees back, but was stopped by Huang Xiaojun beside him. She said there were cars in the yard and there was no need to be such trouble.

So she called two cars and carried the trees.

When I returned to Songjiabao and unloaded the trees, the sky was already a little dim.

After the workers finished unloading the tree, Huang Xiaojun said goodbye to Song Wen, waved his hand without taking away a trace of clouds.

Song Wen originally wanted to invite Huang Xiaojun to dinner at home, but when he saw that it was almost dark, he didn't say it.

Although a girl's house is driving, she is still a bit dangerous to walk at night, especially on a rural road where she is so quiet that she can't hear any sound.
Chapter completed!