Just after lunch, the leaders of the city, county and town headed by Zhang Tianming came to the forest farm.

In addition to informing He Wandong of the results, they simply dismissed Li Letian from the police and the party, and handed him over to the judicial organs.

The result of such a treatment has long been expected by He Wandong and others. If Li Letian can still get away with it after the secretary of the provincial party committee personally made instructions, it would be a big joke.

What is surprising is that because of such a vicious incident that occurred in the compound of the town government, Zhou Yunshan had an unshirkable leadership responsibility, and was suspended from his post as secretary of the town party committee, and Wu Dashan temporarily presided over the daily work of the town party committee.

Ling Zikai quietly gave a thumbs up to Wu Dashan, who was standing at the outermost, and congratulated him. There is Zhang Tianming covered on it, and it is already eight or nine to sit in the position of this secretary.

Although Wu Dashan, who had been blessed by misfortune, had a calm face, there was still a hint of joy between his eyebrows, and he secretly arched his hand towards Ling Zikai, obviously saying: This matter is all up to your help.

Subsequently, Zhang Tianming also formally apologized to He Wandong and his wife on behalf of the government.

When this incident just happened, He Wandong and his wife were really angry, but when their mood slowly calmed down, and after thinking about it, they felt that if this matter became a big problem, it would not be good for their daughter's reputation, so they gave up.

Originally, I wanted to comfort the person concerned, but He Ling, who locked herself in the wooden house, didn't want to see anyone at all.

Zhang Tianming and the others were on official business, and after sitting for a while, they took their leave and left.

In the afternoon, He Wandong wanted to walk around the forest farm, and Ling Zikai accompanied him to Weiyang Lake.

Zhang Fang originally wanted to go, but he was a little worried about He Ling, who was still angry, and stayed in the wooden house.

When he arrived at Weiyang Lake, Ling Zikai found some long wooden poles piled up on the shore of the lake, and he didn't know who brought them from the mountain.

When I was puzzled, I happened to see Uncle Boer and Grandpa Sugol coming from a distance carrying two wooden poles.

Ling Zikai stepped forward and asked.

Uncle Boer said: "Let's build a handful of Luozi here first, so that everyone can have a place to rest during construction." ”

When Ling Zikai heard this, he said, "It's still Uncle Boer, you are thoughtful, this idea is good, it is simple and convenient." Why don't I come back with you on a few wooden poles?"

Uncle Boer counted the wooden poles, there were already nearly thirty, then shook his head and said, "The number is almost the same, wait until you build it first." ”

In the past, it was the most common type of building in the Xing'an Mountains. For the Durenque people in particular, this is their mobile homeland.

Uncle Boer selected three relatively stout wooden poles with branches on top, and let them support each other into a conical shelf with an inclination of about 60 degrees, and then evenly placed the other wooden poles between these main frames to form an umbrella-like skeleton.

Next, Sugol brought a piece of plastic canvas in the shape of a colored strip, covered it with wooden poles, and pressed some wooden poles on the canvas.

Uncle Boer hung a curtain made of animal skins on a door left on the south side. This pinch is even a good one.

The whole construction process was operated by Bol's grandfather and grandson, and it only took less than half an hour before and after.

Although He Wandong had heard of the name of "Puluozi" before, he had never seen it with his own eyes, so he curiously went inside from under the curtain to watch.

Ling Zikai and Uncle Boer stayed outside.

Looking at the building in front of him that was eight or nine meters high and more than ten meters in circumference, Uncle Boer shook his head and said in a somewhat regretful tone: "If you use patches of spore skins to surround this outside, then you can be regarded as the real pun of our Durenke people." ”

Hearing him say this, Ling Zikai also felt that the colored striped canvas around the outside felt out of place.

This is originally a kind of primitive architecture, the biggest feature is to adapt measures to local conditions, local materials, to give people an ancient and simple charm. Now with the addition of modern civilization, it seems a bit nondescript.

This is like a TV picture of a primitive tribe, in a group of wild men wearing animal skirts and holding wooden sticks, a modern man wearing a suit and holding a submachine gun suddenly appeared, which destroyed the primitive artistic conception at once.

However, the current spores are national protected animals, and if you want to enclose such a large area of spores, you need nearly 100 spore skins. Not to mention whether you can collect so many hides, even if you get your hands on it, it won't be long before the law enforcement officers of the state forestry department will come to the door.

Ling Zikai comforted: "Old man, don't worry, when I have a chance in the future, I will definitely set up a Luozi tribe for you on the shore of Weiyang Lake that truly belongs to your Durenke people!"

Uncle Boer was overjoyed when he heard this, and said: "Then dare to be kind, when the time comes, I will call those brothers who are scattered all over the country to come and live here for a while!"

The Durenke tribe was originally sparsely populated, and when the state established the Xing'an Forest Resources Natural Environment Protection Zone, the people living in the mountains were required to move to settle outside the forest area, and the people of the entire tribe were scattered everywhere, and they would not meet at all. Uncle Bol hadn't seen his relatives and friends in those clans for several years, and he was very worried about them, so he said so.

Ling Zikai said briskly: "When this Weiyang Village is built, you invite all the clansmen, and we will have a 'Naimer' conference, what do you think?"

The "Naimer" assembly is a grand festival of the Durenque tribe, somewhat similar to the Han Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival. Uncle Boer didn't know how many years he hadn't spent a good time, and when he heard Ling Zikai say this, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he said, "Kaizi, if this thing is done, I will elect you as the new generation of 'Tatan' at the "Naimer" conference!"

Ling Zikai didn't know what Uncle Bol's mouth meant by "Tatan", and just wanted to ask, only to hear Uncle Bol continue: "If you tell the cuckoo girl, don't give me this year's salary, and use it all for the hospitality of the 'Naimer' conference." ”

"Uncle, that's tens of thousands of dollars, are you really willing to do it?"

Ling Zikai joked with Uncle Bol.

Uncle Bor glared and said, "Kaizi, what you said is not right, you are also half of the Durenke tribe, do you know what is said in our tribe?"

That is: visitors from afar do not carry their houses on their backs. If the guests come and don't treat them well, we won't be courteous when we go out in the future.

So I decided that I would buy ten sheep, ten pigs, two cows, and a hundred salmon. Fifty pounds of good wine, and ..... Anyway, when the time comes, we must let everyone eat and drink well! It's a pity that there is no spore meat now, and there are no bear claws. ”

Ling Zikai looked at the interested Uncle Bol with a smile on his face, which was not much different from when he was a child when he heard that the Chinese New Year was approaching, and he was full of excitement.

After he finished speaking, Ling Zikai said: "By the way, Uncle Bol, there is something I forgot to tell you, in a few days, an old friend of yours may come to see you." ”

"Old friend, who?"

"Well, when the time comes, you'll know!"

Regarding the fact that Zhang Dashan was coming to Yunhai, when he left the Zhang family compound, Director Ye had already greeted him in advance and asked him to pay attention to the confidentiality system. After all, the old man's identity is too special. Ling Zikai has never told anyone, even if he mentions it in front of Uncle Bol now, it is only to the point.

Seeing Ling Zikai's somewhat mysterious appearance, Uncle Boer said dissatisfiedly: "You kid is good for anything else, but this habit of talking and leaving half a sentence is not liked!"

After He Wandong and the others came out of Puluozi, Ling Zikai took them to the meadow and Yunhaijiang for a walk.

On the way, He Wandong said: "In fact, if these forest farms in Yunhai Town are developed into places for outdoor activities, it is also a good tourism project." For example, the establishment of hunting grounds in those natural forests, the opening of a ski resort on the slopes near the Yunhai River, and the establishment of a resort by Weiyang Lake do not require much investment, and the funds can be recovered quickly. It's no wonder that developers are reluctant to give up their investments. ”

Ling Zikai smiled: "Uncle He, it's too late for you to regret it now!"

He Wandong shook his head and said, "Zikai, don't shake my determination again." By the way, can you take me to see the places where the ginseng is grown?"

He Wandong is indeed very interested in what caused those mutated understory ginseng, which is also the biggest purpose of his visit to Yunhai Forest Farm this time.

"Yes!"

Ling Zikai said briskly. But in his heart, he said: "Even if you let you see it, what kind of fame can you find!"

Just as Ling Zikai thought in his heart, He Wandong didn't find anything unusual after looking at a few mountains and forests planted with understory ginseng. Moreover, the ginseng that grows is not as good as the one I have seen in other places in terms of quality and growth.

This made him conclude that the reason why those understory ginseng mutated genes appeared must have been created by Ling Zikai by some special means. In other words, if you leave Ling Zikai, this mutated understory ginseng will disappear at any time.

This made him very disappointed, and he originally thought that if he could cultivate a large number of this understory ginseng, he would plant it on a large scale. Then it can become a monopoly industry and bring unimaginable benefits to the group.

Ling Zikai faintly guessed He Wandong's thoughts, and said casually: "Uncle He, if you invest in my forest farm just because you have taken a fancy to this forest ginseng, you don't have to be like this!"

He Wandong sensed that there was something in Ling Zikai's words, so he asked, "How can you say this?"

Ling Zikai said: "Let me give you a sentence that Uncle Boer once said to me: 'To be a man must have a mind like a mountain in order to do earth-shattering things;

He Wandong lowered his head and silently recalled Ling Zikai's words in his heart.

By the time we got back to the hut, the sun had already set over the hill.

Seeing them coming back, Zhang Fang hurriedly greeted them and asked, "Have you seen Ah Ling on the mountain?"

He Wandong was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Ah Ling, she's gone!"