In the early morning, mist is everywhere.

The hills by the lake are also surrounded by a layer of fog.

The breeze caresses gently, the fog gathers and disperses, and the hills become dreamy and confused, appearing and disappearing.

The flowers and plants in the mountains were covered with a thin layer of fog. When the wind blew, the fog shimmered in the wind, like an Indian girl wearing Lisa stepped on the flowers and plants barefoot, dancing and flying.

There are also some early birds, chirping and jumping among the bamboo forest, on the grass, and among the flowers, setting off this place like a fairyland and not like the world on earth.

The bamboo forest is silent, letting the mist cover. On the bamboo leaves, there are some dewdrops condensed from fog or dew, which are shaking in some winds.

Song Wen stood beside the old osmanthus tree with his hands behind his back, looking at the old osmanthus tree seriously, and found that yesterday's method was indeed useful. The branches that had lost their moisture had obviously radiated new vitality. With the injected nutrient solution made of spring water in Ruyi Fan, the branches above and the meridians of the root part of the tree are completely connected, and the nutrients below can be transported to the branches, and there is no longer any fear of the branches dead.

After looking at it, Song Wen nodded. It seemed that it was okay to use spring water to treat trees.

On the side, the big buffalo was gnawing on the ground with tender green grass. The newly born calf stumbled behind it and ran under the big buffalo from time to time to suck milk. Seeing Song Wen, the little guy ran over curiously. Song Wen looked at it and was worried about it, fearing that it would fall accidentally. But it was strange that it just stumbled and didn't fall.

When he came to Song Wen, he looked at him curiously, then ran back to his mother, got under the big buffalo and sucked milk. He also looked at Song Wen from time to time, as if he wanted to invite him to drink milk.

Song Wen saw it and his face was almost half dark.

After the big buffalo gave birth to the calves and recovered, Song Wen released them out and allowed them to enter and exit the yard freely. The big buffalo is also very spiritual, just walking by the lake, but not far away.

On the mountain road, Huang Xiaojun drove Song Hu and his parents-in-law to Song Wen's courtyard.

Originally, Song Hu should still be in the quilt at this time, but Xiaojun asked Huang Wenfeng to call him up as soon as he came over, saying that he wanted to thank Song Wen on the mountain and asked him to accompany him. Song Hu ignored her and wanted to go by himself, why should he accompany him? It was not enough to have his wife to accompany him? Yesterday, he was called by Song Wen to work as a coolie all morning, and finally only made a meal. He is still very tired and has no leisure time.

It’s a pity that my wife couldn’t disobey the orders, so she had no choice but to follow her.

I used to hear people say that not marrying a wife is not a perfect person, but after marrying a wife, he realized that perfect person is perfect, but he is becoming less and less like a man. He is like a young wife every day, and he can't even go out for a while if he had to accompany his wife and children. He is really a miserable life. If he had known this, he wouldn't have married a wife. However, he wouldn't dare to say this, otherwise his wife wouldn't be able to spare him, and it would be difficult for his parents to pass the barrier.

The car slowly drove on the mountain road, and bamboo shadows kept passing by on both sides. The green bamboo leaves came into view, making people feel relieved.

When he arrived at the parking lot, Huang Xiaojun saw that the fruit trees transported from him the day before yesterday had been planted, and it seemed that they were fine. Some trees even had small buds, so he couldn't help but secretly wonder. You must know that this month is not a good time to plant longans and mangoes, especially this kind of big tree, which is even more difficult to survive. However, she didn't expect that Song Wen would really plant them, and tender buds grew in such a short time, so why didn't she be surprised?

After looking at it, walking across the wooden bridge, he saw Song Wen standing under the old osmanthus tree with his hands on his back. The mist surrounded him, gathering, scattering, and disappearing, making him look like an ancient hermit, extraordinary.

Song Hu walked across the wooden bridge, glanced at Song Wen, and then ran into the house to find his third uncle to make tea. Huang Wenfeng looked at it, and also followed Qiqi with tactfully, leaving only Huang Xiaojun behind.

Huang Xiaojun was walking towards Song Wen with a pot of flowers, but she didn't expect that the good sisters would go into the house. She hesitated for a moment and didn't know where to go. But after thinking about it, she still walked towards Song Wen.

Today she came to thank Song Wen. Last time his father took the stewed medicinal ingredients of wild boar belly introduced by Song Wen. Unexpectedly, after taking one post, he felt that the old problems that often vomited and nausea were gone. After taking three times, the problems did not happen again. This made her very happy, so she quickly drove over to thank him. She felt that it was too abrupt for her to come alone, so she dragged her good sister over. Unexpectedly, the sister was so unfaithful that she actually ran away at this time.

When I got closer, I suddenly saw the old osmanthus tree full of bottles of all sizes. I couldn't help but be stunned and asked, "What's this for?"

Suddenly, when he heard a sound from behind, Song Wen turned around, but it turned out to be Huang Xiaojun.

"I think it seems to be lacking in water, so I replenish it with some water." Song Wen said with a smile.

"Put the nutrient solution!" Huang Xiaojun said. She was also in this industry. Of course, she knew about hanging nutrient solution for trees. Besides, it was no secret.

"Yeah..." Song Wen nodded, not explaining that the bottle was the spring water in Ruyi Fan.

Infusion of trees is a new type of garden treatment technology, which has only emerged in recent years. The reason is just like infusion of humans, which is to supplement nutrition to maintain normal metabolism of trees. It has direct medicinal effects and has less environmental pollution. It is said that nutrient solution contains nutrients required for tree growth, which can activate the cell activity of trees and provide tree growth active substances, such as a variety of beneficial biological bacteria, organic peptides, boron, zinc, magnesium, iron, molybdenum and other trace elements, and is conducive to replenishing moisture to trees.

As for the effect, it is just like giving infusions to people. Some are effective and some are not effective, and it is purely a matter of opinion.

Huang Xiaojun walked to Lao Gui with curiosity, observed carefully, and found that small green bumps appeared on the old osmanthus tree, as if new buds were about to grow. For a moment, Huang Xiaojun was shocked. It was only two days ago, so why did the situation change so much? I remember that the day before yesterday she said that this tree could not be saved, but why was it actually rescued by him now? It was so incredible. It was obviously an old tree that was about to be buried.

She couldn't help but look at Song Wen curiously. Her eyes made Song Wen a little furious.

After looking at it for a while, she couldn't tell what's special about Song Wen, so she said quietly: "I didn't expect you to be a doctor tree!"

"It's just a coincidence that I met a dead mouse," Song Wen said with a smile.

Huang Xiaojun didn't believe that he happened to be. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to ask for this old osmanthus tree that day. It seemed that it was planned and really cunning. Thinking of it, I felt a little angry. She treated him as a friend. She immediately handed the flower pot in her hand in anger.

"Send you."

This time, his father's stomach disease was cured entirely by the stewed medicinal materials recommended by Song Wen. He had to come to thank others for his home. He always had to give something to him. It seemed bad to send fruits and nutritional supplements, and even worse for money. She originally thought that it was rare to eat seafood in the mountains, so she wanted to buy some abalone, shark fin, red croaker, etc., but she felt it was not good. Finally, she chose the left and right, and then chose a pot of orchids she liked.

Song Wen took the flower pot and saw a pot of orchid.

The flower pot is a four-corner shape with four sides. Each side has a picture, as if telling a story. Looking closely, I saw a dancing girl in the first picture, and the girl was dancing among the flowers, with pink butterflies flying next to her; the second picture shows a girl holding a fan and staring in the rain; the third picture shows a girl planting flowers; and the fourth picture shows a girl making soup with her own hands.

If you look at it in a string, these pictures are not just pictures, but telling the life of a girl.

A yellow orchid is planted in the flowerpot. The orchid is blooming, like a young girl, dancing gracefully on the orchid leaves, passionate, beautiful, free and unrestrained.

Song Wen didn't know what this orchid was called, but he could feel its extraordinaryness and extraordinaryness.

"Does it look good?"

Seeing Song Wen staring at the orchid, Huang Xiaojun asked in a strange way.

"Well..."

Hearing the question, Song Wen looked up and found that Huang Xiaojun was wearing a tight denim today, wearing a white cartoon underwear, and a goose yellow jacket on the outside. Her hair was half-splitting, which made her beautiful face. She looked like she had a thrilling beauty.

At this moment, Song Wen had to admit that his heart, an old man who was nearly thirty years old, was in a state of chaos.

"Hey, do you ask if you think it looks good?"

Seeing that Song Wen didn't speak for a long time, Huang Xiaojun asked a little annoyed.

"Oh...good...good...good." Song Wen woke up from his dream and quickly responded.

However, someone asked about orchids, but his eyes were staring at them, and he didn't know whether he was talking about whether people were beautiful or flowers were beautiful.

Seeing Song Wen's stupid look, Huang Xiaojun couldn't help but laugh.

This smile was like a peony that suddenly opened, so thrilling and so ecstatic.

Song Wen had to admit again that his heart was in agitation again.
Chapter completed!