This meal Lao Yang invited was very worthwhile, because people raised 50,000 yuan for him on the spot, of which the largest donation was Kai Ledi, and he paid 20,000 yuan himself!

And that's not all, they donate their own money and organize fundraisers in their spare time, and Rowling, who now teaches at a university, says she mobilizes students to raise money for the reserve.

"Protecting wildlife is everyone's responsibility. ”

There was a small amount of money in the account, and Yang Shubao slept well at night.

Thinking that there would be more small money in the future, he didn't feel so harsh when he heard the cry of the couple parrot in the morning.

Stretching out to get out of bed, he does his routine first: write love letters to Nicole.

After writing a love letter in both English and Chinese, he nodded with satisfaction, put it in the letter bag and released the pigeon.

The morning dawn has just arrived, and the sky is blue and the grass is green.

It rained quietly last night, and the clouds had dispersed when the morning sun rose, and the orange-red sunlight was shining on the grassland, and many of the leaves and grass were a little reflective, which was the light of the raindrops.

Lao Yang stood at the door while enjoying the sunrise over the grassland while stretching his waist, and occasionally he looked down at the ground but was startled: there was a dead mouse on the grass outside the door!

Seeing this, he shouted to the depths of the garden: "Marlon, Marlon!"

The figure of the night elf came out of the small room downstairs, and Yang Shubao was surprised when he saw this: "Why did you change the hiding place?"

Marlon said coolly: "Night elves will never hide in a corner that is easy to be noticed. ”

Yang Shubao nodded approvingly: "That's right, the so-called soldiers are not tired of deceit, cunning rabbits are three holes, but the truth is virtual, and the virtual is real, and the so-called good attackers move above the nine heavens, and the good defenders hide under the nine springs......"

Sighing, he remembered his original intention and returned to the original topic: "Where did these rats come from?"

Malone said: "It was caught by the cats and dogs that were just brought back yesterday, and they put the rest at your door after they were full, which should be a gift for you." ”

Yang Shubao smiled: "These dogs are too polite, but what kind of gift is this?"

"The best gift they can give you, the only gift they can give but themselves. ”

Hearing this, Yang Shubao hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't say it, don't say it, besides, my conscience is uneasy." ”

With the bread maker, he has a simple breakfast, baking two sides of bread, frying a few slices of bacon and an omelette, and then serving it with delicious small vegetables from the vegetable garden.

In addition, he bought a juicer, and now that the fruit trees have been transported and the orchard is formed, he picks two fruits and comes back to squeeze a juice, which is completely self-sufficient.

The juice of mango and banana is very good, but it is a little thick, Yang Shubao happily ate breakfast and pondered what he was going to do today, well, it's nothing, then continue to read.

Lao Yang loves to learn.

In the morning, the carrier pigeon flew back, and Nicole responded with a love letter, the Chinese character version: Xiao looks at the sky and looks at the clouds at dusk, walks and thinks of you, and sits and thinks of you.

Yang Shubao was amazed when he saw the words on the paper, Nicole has a talent for hard pen writing.

He knew that this poem was searched by her from the Internet and then described it according to it, and she didn't know any of these words, but the words were fresh and graceful, and they had the taste of Luan Piaofengbo.

It's remarkable.

Then he found that the fast-food restaurant letter bag was also bulging, and when he took it out, he saw that Maison had also written a letter to him, sprinkled a bunch of words, and copied the central idea in one sentence: Something, come quickly.

Lao Yang happened to be looking for him for something, so he got on a motorcycle and drove to the town.

There were some people around the entrance of the town, and a crane was busy working, and a big hole was dug in the ground, presumably to plant trees.

Yang Shubao glanced casually and prepared to continue north, and this glance hooked him: Maison was here, beckoning to him.

As the third wheel drove by, he asked, "Why do you have the leisure to come and plant trees? Today is Arbor Day in South Africa?"

Maison looked unlovely: "Don't be stupid, brother, this is the post office tree." ”

"Yes, the post office tree. "Bran didn't look good, but he was black, and black people had always been black.

Yang Shubao was stunned for a moment and asked, "Post office tree, why is there a post office tree in the town all of a sudden?"

He looked at the tree, it was a thick fig tree, the same one he had seen on the transport cart on his way back the previous evening.

The post office tree is a major feature of the South African postal system, which belongs to the local postal culture and has been born for more than five centuries.

Around 1500, a Bushman named Bedro Ataide hung a cowhide boot on the largest fig tree on the side of the road, and placed a letter in it, stating on the envelope that whoever wished to deliver the letter could take the boot.

Later, the local people have imitated and popularized this method, the indigenous people from all over the country found a big fig tree and hung their boots on it, people put the letters in the boots, and every once in a while there were special people driving ox carts to collect the letters and send them, which was equivalent to the post office, so this fig tree was called the post office tree.

According to Yang Shubao's knowledge, many cities in South Africa still have post office trees and continue to exert their residual heat.

Indigenous peoples such as the Bushmans and Zulus in the city still use the post office tree to communicate with the people scattered in the wilderness.

Hearing his inquiry, Maison sneered: "Why is there a post office tree? Why don't you use your clever little brain to think about it?"

Someone next to me sighed: "This is the government's response to us, there is no signal tower, they planted a post office tree for us, and let us use the post office tree to communicate with the outside world." ”

Yang Shubao was shocked by this news: "Kid me, the king of telecommunications? Hey, Richard, aren't you the king of telecommunications? You tell me it's true?"

Maison nodded with a bitter face: "Fakmarzel!"

Yang Shubao also wants to explode foul language, what do the officials in the provincial government think?

Originally, he hoped to live a small life of lying in the shade of a tree and scrolling through the circle of friends in the near future, but now it seems that this day is far away, and his smartphone will continue to play the role of a player.

A fat middle-aged man cursed angrily: "These officials are all stepping on horses, it's a bunch of stinky shit! What we want is a signal tower, and they actually sent me a post office tree? Do I have a landline and broadband at home, and I still need this damn post office tree? The key is that I can't use it if I need it, and I can't climb trees!"

According to the traditional post office tree to place the letter is still boots, broken boots from the top of the tree to hang down, the local people put the letter from the high boots to the bottom of the boots to deliver, so to put a letter also have a good ability to climb the tree!

Looking at the big tree that was gradually being straightened, Yang Shubao suddenly felt a little happy: there were a few golden lion-faced tamarins in his territory, and if he wanted to mail letters, he didn't need to climb the tree himself, just let the little marmosets deliver it for him.

But he has no relatives in South Africa, who is he going to send letters to with the post office tree?