All the guards and officials in Yecheng are heading in one direction, and this direction is the strange tree in the middle of Yecheng. It's not just people who have passed, but also shovels in their hands.

What is this for? The answer was faintly predictable, and everyone's hearts trembled in disbelief.

This is the source of Feng Shui left by Zhang Ludao, in addition to this legend with Zhang Ludao, what else does Yecheng have? The local people were at a loss, as were the passing merchants. Doesn't it mean that both the local officials and the common people take great care of the tree? So four hundred years of lush greenery has become more and more prosperous. But now, is it time to shovel the tree?

The girl at the corner of the stairs looked at it for a long time, her eyes flashed slightly, and she turned to go upstairs and enter the house. Such a move is not surprising, the merchants who come and go are neither rich nor expensive, who can stop these local affairs? After all, they were just passing by, and Yecheng was just a small episode on their way.

The children in the room were memorizing the codex in earnest, and the smell of food entered their noses. Things have to be done, but meals also have to be eaten.

Zhang Xie walked to the table and sat down, picked up the dishes and chopsticks and took a sip of soup. The noise downstairs drilled into my ears, and I really didn't want to hear it.

"What's going on?" Zhang Xie asked.

The girl bit the flesh and said vaguely: "The people in the government are coming to uproot the Four Seasons Tree, and it is estimated that there will be a conflict with the people." ”

"Okay, why did you shovel that tree?" Zhang Xie was puzzled, when he first came, he listened to the people on the street and the storyteller in the teahouse and restaurant talking about it, it can be seen that Yecheng is proud of the appearance of Zhang Ludao, not to mention the strange tree of the so-called source of feng shui that he left.

In reply, a hand lightly tapped the note-taking codex in his hand.

Zhang Xie froze for a while, and after a while, he realized: "Is it for this?" Is that what you went out for yesterday? Are there any dangers? ”

"No," Wei Yaoqing lowered her head and divided the small pieces of pancakes, "but there may still be people looking for this thing." ”

Is there anyone else? Zhang Xie lowered his head: "Give me a night's time, I'll write it down, and then you can burn it." ”

She answered, then put down the bowl in her hand, walked to the window, pushed open a slit, and looked downstairs through the window. The people of Yecheng were noisy and shouting, and after a short time, they had gathered a lot, led by the storyteller who said it yesterday. This tree has fallen, and Zhang Ludao's past significance is not as great as before, this is a business. Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents, and it's no wonder that these people can sit still.

In addition to the businessmen who make a living from it, there are also the local people, who are not happy to educate, and not only that, but they are very conservative and old-fashioned. There is only one school in the huge industry city, and Wei Yaoqing noticed it when she came, there is only an old master in the school, and there are not many students, more children who run outside and help with miscellaneous labor. In their opinion, it is more important than to study in the academy as soon as possible to be able to get some rations back for themselves. Their eyes fell on them.

Such people naturally regard the strange tree left by Zhang Ludao as a blessing from the gods, and this tree has grown into such a strong appearance, which is inseparable from the care of the people. Perhaps it is accurate to say that this tree has become their faith, and it is enshrined in the home and the gods and Buddhas in the city of industry, and no one else is allowed to put its beak, not even the government.

The people clashed with the officials of the government, and the hoes and other agricultural tools in their hands were also in their hands, and they did not back down. The sharp-tongued storyteller walked at the front, filled with righteous indignation: "It's too much, this is the sacred tree of the people of my industry city, the sacred tree that protects the feng shui of my industry city, you dare to be disrespectful to the gods, the gods will not spare us!" ”

There are always more people than officers and soldiers. Although there is no shortage of the old, weak, sick and disabled, it is better than the number of people, and the two sides do not give in to each other for a while.

"It's the powerful who want Zhang Ludao's note-taking codex, otherwise how can the officials here be mobilized?" Zhang Xie tore the pancake in his hand and said, "These officials just follow orders, I really didn't expect that it was these powerful people who beat the Zhang family's idea." ”

"If you want this thing, you naturally have the ambition of unifying the world and returning the whole world to one, and the common people are living a good life, who has nothing to do to do this kind of thing when they are full, who else is there besides the powerful?" The girl's beautiful and cute little face had a little more ridicule that did not match her appearance, "Only if you have tasted the taste of power, will you want to stop it." People are like this, they are disgusted when they don't know, and they start to eat the marrow and know the taste when they know it. ”

Zhang Xie looked at her in a daze for a long time, then reached out and grabbed her hand, his movements were funny, but his expression was serious: "Sister Wei, don't be angry." ”

"Angry?" Wei Yaoqing smiled, then shook her head, "No, I'm not angry." ”

"Do you think I'm too angry?"

Zhang Xie was silent for a moment and nodded, he had always been honest with her.

"That's right, I'm just angry, you're not the first person to say I'm like this, and you won't be the last." Without concealing his anger, Wei Yaoqing said, "I am a big villain, from childhood to adulthood, from beginning to end. ”

"Before, I thought about changing slowly, but now I don't." The girl said, "Good! She opened the window a little wider and looked at the clear sky.

Zhang Xie grabbed the notebook in his hand and trembled slightly for a moment before speaking: "Don't you read it?" ”

"I've seen it." Answering his words was unfazed.

The boy lowered his head and muttered, "You can also take a look, what if I can't remember?" ”

"Me?" The girl's hair standing by the window was blown up by the wind, her eyes narrowed, and she seemed to be very comfortable, "I've seen it once, I don't need to look at it again." ”

There are many interpretations of this sentence, and the boy clenched his fist, but he knew what she meant. As long as it's okay once, she, never forget, just like her sister. He doesn't have that talent, so he can only work hard.

"Some people are alive, they are dead, and some people are still alive when they die." The girl sat by the window and muttered, "The former are those who live like the walking dead, and the latter is like Zhang Ludao." But there is actually a third kind. ”

Zhang Mingzhu died, but many people were even more scared because of this person who had already died. So being dead can be more terrible than being alive, isn't it? ”

After reciting another paragraph, Zhang Xie raised his head and looked at the girl sitting by the window: "Sister Wei, you sit in a little bit, it's a little dangerous." ”

"Is it dangerous? It's okay, I'll be careful, I won't stumble and fall. She said and looked at the sky, her fingers twining and playing with the windmill she had bought for him yesterday: "After the time of a stick of incense, it will start to rain." 2k reading network