There are mulberry trees in the mulberry garden that are more than ten zhang high, its leaf is ripe at the age of three, it can cure children's diseases, the giant black on the upper habitat, the shape is like a falcon, the soul of the night eater people, people dare not approach it.

Bi Shenghua looked at the Republic of China version of Wu County Chronicles in his hand and couldn't help laughing. This is the only item in this edition of the county chronicle that is related to the mulberry garden, and it is in the Hearsay of the twelfth volume. Strange news is mostly some strange and chaotic folk anecdotes, which are no better than chatting about Zhai, but the old scholars who do county chronicles do not have the talent of Pu Songling, and they have to abide by the rigor of the county chronicles as historical materials, so they have to write in a nondescript wild history style.

However, this article about the mulberry garden is written concisely and expressively, and the lifelong flower seems to have seen the mulberry garden of the year, in the dark night, a big bird flew out of the huge canopy, and circled silently in the sky a few times, staring at the pedestrians on the ground with red eyes.

People don't dare to come out at night for fear of being eaten by a big bird. For those who have to travel at night in a hurry, they always have elbow meat at home, marinate it in sauce, and offer it to Juwu when they go out to keep themselves safe. Over time, the bird developed the habit of eating sauce elbows......

Of course, this is all a lifelong fantasy. As she watched, she thought, amused by her own imagination, and laughed to herself.

She didn't know why she suddenly wanted to read the county chronicle, probably because she had been too idle recently. It's about to be the New Year again, and the business of the bar is taken care of by Xiao Qi and Mo Yu, and it has been going well, and there are people sent by Hou Biao, and no one dares to come and smash the field. In a few days, the bar will also be closed, which is what lifelong flowers have always insisted on, no matter how good the business is, it will not delay everyone going home for the New Year.

She has been in the Wuzhong Library for the past few days, and she has searched through the county chronicles, only to find a few pieces of content related to Mulberry Garden. In addition to the one recorded in the Wu County Chronicles above, there are two other ones, which are:

Pingjiang Zhi Wanli Edition Forty Volumes of Character Chronicles: Pingjiang People Sang Yun, the word Lin Xi, Tang Sang Daomao, Shantai Yi Dunjia Technique, Sex Hide, Shizong Summoned, Jujiang Zuo, Mulberry Planted, Silkworm Raising with Pleasant Nature, Mulberry Garden, and the villagers are rich.

Wu Zhi Qianlong edition of the thirty-two volumes of scenery: the best of silk, only the red silk reeled by Hua Mulberry Garden, its quality is better than that of the weaving house, or the wild mulberry silkworm is fed with human blood, so its silk is red, its silk is like blood, and people dare not wear it.

Bi Shenghua has heard of Sang Daomao, a monk in the Tang Dynasty, who does not seem to be seen in the official history, and belongs to the characters in the wild history, probably a fortune teller with a bit of magical powers. As for Sang Yun, she had never heard of it, if what Pingjiang Zhi recorded was true, then this Sang Yun should be the first generation owner of Sang Yuan.

But in the story handed down by the ancestors, the owner of the mulberry garden is surnamed Hua Bu surnamed Sang, from her great-grandfather to the present, it is only three generations apart, and it will never be so mistaken that the surname of the old master's family is mistaken, but the surname of the owner of the mulberry garden seems to be more reasonable.

She can be sure that there is a red silk recorded in the Qianlong version of Wu Zhi, because the story passed down by her grandfather is mentioned, saying that the mulberry garden is a special product of silk, and the silk cloth woven does not need to be dyed, it is naturally red, and it is especially loved by dignitaries, but unfortunately the yield is very small, only the cocoon made of the wild silkworm on the big mulberry tree can extract this silk, and it is only three or five catties of cocoon a year, and it is less than six taels after drawing, and it takes several years to weave a silk cloth.

However, human blood is fed to silkworms or something, it must be fake, although Bishenghua is not engaged in biochemical research, but as a modern person, of course, I know that silkworms only eat mulberry leaves, not blood, even if they are fed human blood, it is impossible to feed silk red, because that is not the same thing at all.

There are three county chronicles in total, and two records about crows and red silk are half-truths and half-truths, so the other one is probably also half-truths. Thinking about it this way, Bi Shenghua felt that Sang Yun probably existed, as for whether it would be too much of a Dunjia technique after Sang Daomao, then another story.

If you look at it this way, either Sang Yuan has changed owners, or the Hua family originally had the surname Sang, but later changed the surname.

Bi Shenghua flipped through the county chronicles again, but couldn't find anything else, so he put the county chronicles back in their original places and left the library.

When she returned to Liuying Lane, she saw several people with surveying and mapping tools measuring distances on the street. She thought it was a map company that was doing surveying and mapping, so she didn't care. When I walked in, I found that several people were measuring around the old willow tree, and some were measuring the diameter of the tree.

Bi Shenghua felt that something was wrong, so she went over and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

The person holding the tape measure said, "From the Garden Bureau, it's not easy to move this tree!" ”

"Move out?" Bishenghua thought she had misheard, "Why did the tree move?" ”

"Your piece is going to be demolished and rectified, this tree is hundreds of years old, it is protected by the state, and it needs to be removed before construction."

"This tree can't be moved!" Bishenghua said loudly.

"Who are you?" The surveyor and mapper glanced at her inexplicably, "It doesn't matter if you say it or not, the Garden Bureau has the final say!" ”

Bi Shenghua knew that it was useless to tell him, so she turned around and left.

She first went to Director Liu of the street and asked her what was going on. Director Liu said that the old street renovation project plan of Liuying Lane was put forward a few years ago, and the notice just issued by the above that the project was approved in principle.

Bi Shenghua of the old street renovation project knew that when the street first consulted the residents, everyone was happy, but Bi Shenghua disagreed. The reason for her disagreement was that the project had taken up the land of the old willow tree. Later, after the project was reported, the stone sank into the sea and there was no letter, and I thought it was early yellow, but I didn't expect it to be approved again at this time.

Director Liu said: "Huahua, don't worry, according to the plan, your old house will be returned to you after the renovation, and the government will compensate for the loss of the bar, and will never let you lose, eldest sister, I will help you fight for the highest compensation standard." ”

Bishenghua said, "What about the tree? Why did the tree move? ”

Director Liu said: "There is no way, the place where it was born is too good, and it can't be transformed without moving." ”

Bi Shenghua said: "Trees have nothing to do with transformation, right? ”

Director Liu said: "I have nothing, but in addition to the government, the renovation of the old street also requires investment from developers, and the plan is changed by developers, they must move, and we can't do anything." Now that the government has approved it, and the Garden and Cultural Bureau has also arrived, what do you want me to do? ”

Bi Shenghua said: "No! Trees can't be moved! ”

Director Liu said: "Ouch, Huahua, what are you throwing at me!" I'm just a little director, and I can't do anything. Besides, the tree won't die if it moves, and the six-hundred-year-old camphor tree in the south of the city won't also move, and it's okay! ”

Bi Shenghua resolutely said: "No! Whoever dares to move that tree, I'm in a hurry! ”

Director Liu was a little unhappy and said, "You go and talk to the city leaders, talk to the developer, don't be in a hurry with me!" I'm for the good of our neighborhood, and it's a bad thing for you to be kind! ”

Bi Shenghua asked: "Which developer is it?" ”

Director Liu said: "Xishan Real Estate Development Company, oh, their boss you should know, is called Huang Ziqiang. ”

As soon as Bi Shenghua heard this, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a call, and when he answered it, he scolded: "Huang Ziqiang, what the hell are you calling?" I came to Liuying Lane to engage in development, but I didn't say hello! If the tree at my door is missing a leaf, I'll settle accounts with you!" ”

This call frightened Director Liu, and the God of Wealth, who was finally invited, was willing to pay to help develop the old street, which made the government agree to the demolition and reconstruction project.

Director Liu's face was ugly like a pig's liver overnight, she couldn't care about the face of the neighbors anymore, and finally slapped the table: "What's the matter with you?" If you mess up such a good thing for me, your bar won't want to open again! ”

She dialed Huang Ziqiang's phone again and said with a smile, "Mr. Huang, just now I was an ignorant girl, hey, yes, you know, I'm really sorry, I must educate well, you can rest assured, our demolition work will definitely be done well, and we will never cause you trouble!" Yes...... You want to come here? …… Already on your way? Oh good, I'll wait for you. ”