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Vietnam is a country where once summer comes, it is a continuous and sultry weather. If it's raining, it's a little cooler. Now the sun is high, and the sky seems to be on fire, and the rolling heat wave is steaming the earth, so hot that people are not falling.

Uncle Huo and his entourage, who were facing the scorching sun, were looking for suitable wood for coffins in the forest with various tree-cutting tools in their shoulders. The first choice for making coffin wood is cypress, which is easy to obtain and shape, so most of them are made of cypress.

At present, the woods are full of annoying chirping sounds, which make people panic. Occasionally, I heard a few crisp and pleasant bird chirps, which made people re-energize.

"Lao Huo, what do you think of this tree?" Gao Guangrong took a fancy to a thick cypress tree and stepped forward to pat it. The diameter of this tree is about 30 centimeters, more than 10 meters high, and the trunk is straight and straight. It is said that this cypress wood is immortal all year round and evergreen at four days, and it is very suitable to be used as a coffin.

At this time, Huo Jingui had been secretly thinking about what Liu Xinghao said, and he was also full of doubts about the cause of the old village chief's death. Under this distraction, he didn't pay attention to Gao Guangrong, and continued to walk forward silently, looking unpredictable.

Seeing that this old Huo didn't even take care of himself, Gao Guangrong touched the ash of his nose, and secretly scolded in his heart: "You old widower, the death of the village chief, I'm afraid I think I'm going to take the position, right?

Who knew that this walk, after walking for more than half an hour, this old Huo's footsteps never stopped, could it be that there are so many trees along the way, and there is no suitable one?

Gao Guangrong couldn't hold back the fire in his stomach, stepped forward and blocked Huo Jingui's face, and asked loudly: "I said that why are you more careful about choosing a tree than choosing a daughter-in-law?

Lao Huo's original train of thought was suddenly disrupted, and the whole person was stunned, raised his eyes and looked at Gao Guangrong in front of him, and said with a blank face: "What do you say?

"I asked you how long will this tree be chosen? It's been so long since you've been gone, and you don't have a single tree that you like?" Gao Guangrong snatched him angrily.

"Tree, just look at the decision, I'm okay with that. Lao Huo's words came out, and he almost didn't make Gao Guangrong angry. Okay, after a long time, you came to say no opinion! No opinion, why didn't you speak just now? On this hot day, after walking the wrong road for so long for no reason, no one will inevitably lose his temper when it is his turn!

"Then this one?" asked Gao Guangrong casually, pointing to a nearby tree.

"Okay. Huo Jingui took a closer look, and this cedar tree was not bad, so he unloaded the saw blades and ropes on his body.

The work of cutting down trees was carried out in an orderly manner, and the young people who came out this time were all good at work, and several people worked together, saving the strength of the two old men.

Huo Jingui and Gao Guangrong found a shady place to sit on the ground, and the two chatted with each other.

"I said Lao Huo, our old village chief suddenly left like this, you look at the candidates for the next village chief, who else in our village can be competent?" When Gao Guangrong spoke, those shrewd eyes kept rolling on Huo Jingui's face. He was taking the opportunity to chat, wanting to get a cliché from Lao Huo's mouth.

"What are you talking about now? The old village chief has just left, and the first seven haven't passed yet, isn't it too early to think about this now?" Huo Jingui frowned, and did not express his attitude towards this matter.

In fact, Lao Huo is benevolent and kind, and his prestige in the village is also very high, and most of the young juniors in the village learned the hunting skills from him. If someone elects him as the next village chief, I believe that he will naturally gain the support of many people.

"Alas, what is not early, this is not yet a matter of sight. Let's look at Beicun, I think you have the ability to take on this burden. Gao Guangrong tentatively complimented Lao Huo, wanting to see if he really had this thought.

But Huo Jingui shook his head and did not show a particularly strong will for the position of village chief. "There are several older brothers in the village who are older than me, and I don't have much education in my stomach, but I'm afraid I can't bear such a heavy burden. In fact, Lao Gao, you are much stronger than me, and your family in the village has opened up the most wasteland and collected the most grain. If you become the village head, it will be a good thing for us in Wangbei Village. ”

"Hahaha, look at what you said, how can I be glorious. In fact, the job of the village chief is not easy to do, and the Li family, the head of the Tiantian family, has to take care of everything, and I am afraid that I can't cope with it. Although Gao Guangrong kept saying no, he actually hoped for it in his heart. If he really made him the head of the village, the first thing he would do was to replace all the grain grown in his own field with poppies!

Don't look at this high glory Chinese characters, you can't recognize a few, but people's minds are very shrewd. The money earned through hard work in this kind of grain over the course of a year is simply not worth mentioning compared to growing poppies! Only an old man as stupid and pedantic as the old village chief would put away the white money and not make it, and he would be worthy of his heart for anything.

Can I eat it as a meal? Can I use it as money?

And the most hateful thing about this old village chief is that not only does he refuse to grow opium poppies, but he also does not allow other people in the village to grow poppies. Now that this old stubborn man is no longer there, who else will stop him? In today's money society, only by putting money into one's own pocket can one truly be the king! Although money is not omnipotent, it is absolutely impossible to do without money!

These two old men with their own thoughts chatted in a daze. The young people worked very hard, and in a short time they sawed the big fir tree to the ground.

Looking at the big tree that fell to the ground, the blocked vision in front of me suddenly widened. This made Huo Jingui suddenly realize something, he had always suspected that it was those who had a grudge against the old village chief who would poison him, but now he suddenly thought, could it be that someone thought that the old village chief was too much of an eyesore, so they found a way to get rid of him? ?