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"How old is she?" Liang Yong asked, hearing Sister Mei say this, he also felt pity

"I don't know exactly if it's seventeen or eighteen. Since the birth of this child, her mother has given her a face towel so that no one can see her face. And since she was born, the bad luck of her whole family has also become, grandparents have passed away, then her father, and finally her mother...... All of these people have died in eight years......" Sister Mei said this, her hands unconsciously clenched her chest, and the two white rabbits were squeezed out a lot, and you could vaguely see two crimson strawberries.

Liang Yong didn't pay attention to this, he was amazed by Xiao Qian's pitiful background.

"Her family has passed away, how will she live?" asked Liang Yong worriedly.

"There was no one to take care of her, she refused to be cared for by all the good Samaritans, and kept living in that dilapidated house halfway up the mountain. By the age of eight, he had already learned how to go up to the mountains to pick wild vegetables and mushrooms, and later he grew his own vegetables. The mushrooms she picked were fresh and delicious, and everyone said that there was spirituality in the dishes after eating. Since then, she has been delivering mushrooms and greens to me. She doesn't want my money either, she just takes a small bag of rice and some daily necessities from me every month......" Sister Mei continued.

"Such a well-behaved girl, the government should have help!" Liang Yong asked, and with Sister Mei's description, there was a fairy-like pure little girl dancing in his mind.

"Xiaoqian is very stubborn and never accepts relief from others, even from the government. Sister Mei shook her head.

"Then she didn't go to school?"

She went to school, but she sat in the last row of the classroom and never spoke to other classmates until she finished high school in the first half of the year. ”

"Why? She has a mental disorder and is autistic. The deeper Liang Yong's understanding, the more worried he became.

"No, she's certainly not autistic. It's good to treat small animals, and she likes to help others, but when she helps others, she always chooses to be far away from everyone......" Sister Mei shook her head.

"Why is that? She can't keep doing this!" Liang said.

"The old man here has a saying in private...... "Sister Mei wants to speak but stops."

"What do you mean?" asked Liang Yong.

"Alas, forget it......" Sister Mei shook her head.

"Sister Mei, say it quickly! Liang Yong is more and more eager.

"The old people say she's a lone star, and anyone who comes near her will be glued to bad luck. That's how the family was killed by her......" Sister Mei said hesitantly.

"Cut, what age is it, still believe this. Liang said disdainfully, feeling more and more sympathetic to Xiao Qian in his heart.

"Yawn...... Don't talk about that, it's still early, I'm going back to sleep. By the way, why are you getting up so early?" Sister Mei didn't want to talk about this issue, so she said in a lazy tone.

"This ...... Hey...... Had too much drink last night and it was convenient to go downstairs. Liang Yong was attracted by her demeanor, his eyes became unnatural, and he found that the tip of the steamed bun on her chest was exposed, and he was even more moved and couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Oh...... You've drunk too much, hee-hee...... I think you should take a shower now......" Sister Mei is a master of the party, how can she not see what Liang Yong is thinking now, she deliberately looked at the root of Liang Yong's thigh and said.

"Hehe, Sister Mei, you are the same, the pajamas seem to be a little shorter. Not to be outdone, Liang Yong returned the tip of the steamed bun to her.

"Let's go, I won't talk nonsense with you. Sister Mei shook all the parts that could be swayed and walked out, and the meaning of temptation was extremely obvious.

When she walked to the door, Yanran turned around and said, "Little brother, you haven't got a girlfriend yet!" Hahaha......"

Stared at Liang again with a thigh glance and left bewitchingly.

Liang Yong's little brother had already erected the cannon.

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In the morning, Liang Yong accompanied Wu Lexuan to the village next to Wolong Township for a field trip. Representatives of several households for poverty alleviation were interviewed, and on the whole, the results of poverty alleviation in the past six months have been implemented, although some problems have been found. But it's not a big matter of principle.

After a short time, the local village cadres at the two levels rushed over after receiving the notice, and they hugged each other for a long time. At noon, a banquet was held at the township government to entertain them.

Liang Yong was used as a companion, and he felt bored after a long time, and he didn't like the hypocrisy of officialdom and the ushering in and sending off. Now Wu Lexuan is accompanied by a large number of leaders before and after, and he has become an outsider, unable to say a word for a long time.

In the afternoon, Wu Lexuan was accompanied by the leaders of the township and continued the inspection. Liang Yong took the opportunity to say goodbye and leave, he would rather go back to the hotel to sleep, it was more meaningful than this.

When I returned to the hotel, I met Song Youcai going out. Two old local farmers followed him.

Song Youcai was very happy to see Liang Yong, and stood up to greet him and said, "Brother, I didn't play with my girlfriend in the afternoon." ”

"There are a large number of leaders accompanying her, and it is not interesting for me to follow. Liang Yong shook his head and said.

Seeing Song Youcai with a camera, a laptop, and the two old farmers still carrying some equipment, he asked curiously, "Brother Song, are you going out?"

"I heard from a fellow villager that there is a lot of old material in an old house in the mountains, and I am going to take a look. Since the brothers are fine, it is better to go around together. Song Youcai didn't hide it from Liang Yong, and invited Liang Yong happily.

Liang nodded in agreement, and the four of them drove towards the mountains together.

The Humvee stops and stops, sometimes through the wilderness. After driving for more than half an hour, I arrived at the destination Yangtian Village.

It is more than 10 kilometers away from the Wolong Township Government.

But the old house to see is not here, and you have to hike up the mountain for an hour to get there.

Along the way, Song Youcai introduced his business to Liang Yong.

He is also a native of Huacheng and runs a large furniture store and an antique store. It belongs to the kind of businessman who runs whatever makes money and has a flexible mind. A few years ago, I also speculated and sold Pu'er tea and Chinese medicinal materials, and I could make a lot of money every time.

In the past two years, he has been speculating in mahogany furniture, from the previous red sandalwood, huanghuali, to the current golden silk nan, he has been smooth sailing and made a lot of money.

This is the traditional production area of golden silk nanmu, and most of the royal nanmu during the Ming and Qing dynasties came from here. At that time, there was also a special yamen responsible for this work. After hundreds of years of logging, there is very little wood available in the mountains, and the few hundred Nanmu trees are also closely monitored by the government, listed as first-class protected trees, and are not allowed to be logged.

Song Youcai and the others are now looking for golden silk nanmu, and they can only look for those old materials that have been used before, and look for them from the old houses or furniture of the mountain people. This kind of work is not easy, in recent years, the price of golden silk nanmu has grown wildly, there is a saying in the industry: "a piece of wood for a building." "That is the price of Jin Sinan.

151 Kanshu.com .