The connotation of the two words dragon is very broad, and the meaning is also quite profound.

For example, the Book of Hetuluo, the divine right of the monarch, the male picture of the Son of Heaven, the seal of the emperor, and the portrait of the dragon......

All of them are the interpretation of the dragon map, and Huang Zhen felt that it was not enough, and further said that it was a "big dragon map"!

The plan is great!

Everyone seconded and agreed, and even Huang Laohan, who was not highly educated, applauded: "I think the name Da Longtu is very good!"

"Oh, grandpa, explain it to everyone!"

Huang Laohan was not stage frightened at all, and came as soon as he opened his mouth: "I remember that Bao Qingtian on TV is also called Bao Longtu, who tries cases in the yang world during the day and injustices in the underworld at night, no matter what unjust case comes to Bao Qingtian's hands, the truth will be revealed, so the company's name Da Longtu must be a good luck!"

Regarding the old partner's statement, Butcher Zhang expressed his deep agreement: "Da Longtu will definitely be blessed by Bao Qingtian, put an end to crooked ways, and suppress cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods!"

"Haha...... Well said!"

In the midst of laughter, the matter of preparing for the establishment of the company was decided.

Then it's time to go their separate ways and get busy with their own things.

Xu Qingqing and Gao Jing said goodbye and left, the former flew back to Yanjing to test matsutake mushrooms, and the latter rushed back to the county seat to implement Wushiyuan.

They refused to send Huang Zhenzhen, saying that it was more important to study, and disappeared in the blink of an eye in the women's car.

Zhang Wenguo also drove his own car to the yamen to register the big dragon map.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Huang Zhen picked up the hoe, picked up the woodcutter, and walked towards the hill of Wushiyuan, intending to step on the point first to determine the specific location of the old pine tree.

Wushiyuan is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and Huang Zhen first stepped on the East Mountain.

Compared to the North and West Mountains, the Higashiyama Mountains are not as steep and the mountain roads are relatively gentle.

Rao is so, but it is also rugged and winding, winding around, difficult to walk.

The already narrow mountain road has been tightly covered by weeds due to the lack of pedestrians and years of abandonment.

Fortunately, Huang Zhen worked as a cattle herder when he was a child, and he still remembers the specific direction of the mountain road vividly, so he will not get lost halfway.

Along the way, he overcame thorns and thorns, sometimes wielding a woodcutter to cut the branches of the trees that crossed it; from time to time, he held a hoe high and cut through the mound of soil washed down by the rain, and forcibly opened up the old mountain road to restore traffic initially.

Traveling and walking, we finally came to the halfway up the mountain, with an altitude of more than 700 meters.

Turning the big corner of the mountain road, the hillside in front of you is full of green trees, and pine trees are stuck in the clouds at night, like giants, standing in front of you.

Huang Zhen immediately laughed.

Immediately out of the guidance of the mountain road, stepping into the grass on the side of the road, hoeing off the grass that stood in the way, cutting down the dense shrubs, aiming for the thickest pine tree.

It was a giant pine tree that was more than six stories tall, and it took at least three or four people to hug it.

Step by step, across 100 meters.

Close at hand, within easy reach.

Huang Zhen searched hard, saw that he was happy, and looked like crazy, so he greeted Lao Song: "Haha...... Three friends of the year, I'm coming to visit you!"

Click!

Raise the woodcutter, chop off the old skin on the surface of the trunk, revealing the tender skin inside, and the pine resin emerges, gathering into a pile, like beads of sweat.

Syllable!

Huang Zhen slapped his palm on the tender skin, sensed the details of the growth rings, and determined the specific age of the tree.

Round and round, as if telling the lonely years.

Even if it is in the sun and rain, it is full of energy and stands tall.

Even if the weather is cold, it is thriving and vibrant.

Even if everything is depressed, it is outstanding and evergreen.

Let the wind blow, let the earth ox roll, I stand still, with the morning glow as a companion, chat with the stubborn stones, and live with heaven and earth.

Huang Zhen stroked the trunk of the tree, his mind probed into the annual ring, and witnessed the ups and downs of the old pine tree, as if he felt the same way, and couldn't help but be poetic.

"The vast mountains asked the green pine, and the chaotic clouds flew calmly. ”

"At the time, people didn't know Lingyun wood, but now they gradually feel basil!"

In fact, the whole body of the pine tree is full of treasures, especially the medicinal value of pine needles, which is comparable to ginseng, which is ridiculously high.

It's just that because pine trees are too common and do not have the attribute of "rare is expensive", they are not liked by nobles, so that few people know about them.

If it weren't for Huang Zhen's previous targeted research on pine trees, I am afraid that he would not know anything about the wonderful use of pine needles.

Now, of course, we will not take it lightly, and we must cultivate the old pine tree into "Lingyun Wood", so there is the chant of "gradually discovering the basil".

The premise is to win the contracting rights of Dongshan.

Huang Zhen pressed his thoughts, left the old pine tree, walked to the edge of the cliff, stood at the top of the gravel pile, and looked into the distance to enjoy the magnificent scenery.

It happened to be a sunny day, the field of vision was wide, the line of sight was far away from the entire county, the Hanwang Hotel was faintly recognizable, the school playground was faintly visible, the green of the old locust tree seemed to have become more verdant, and the little ant that ran was probably Xiao Tie's good brother......

Huang Zhen retracted his gaze, had a bird's-eye view of Wushiyuan, focused on the rice fields, and suddenly became angry!

There, a stranger was ...... Pull out the rice!

Pulling out seedlings to help grow?

No!

It's stealing!

I saw a stranger wearing a white shirt, rolling up his sleeves, walking into the paddy field, bending over the pole, and pulling up a rice plant that was the most pleasing to grow!

He dug up a cloud of dirt, wrapped the roots of the rice plant, walked briskly back to the ridge, and placed it on the back rack of a bicycle.

There are more rice plants in the back shelf, not to mention more than a dozen, and each one is the best rice plant!

Huang Zhen's pupils shrank, and with enough eyesight, he found that the rice plant was pressed against a piece...... Sketchpad!

Day!

Where did the strange painter come from?

Could it be that when I was sketching, I discovered an abnormality in rice and stole it?

Is this worth it?

Theft must be stopped now!

Huang Zhen took out his mobile phone, dialed his grandfather's number, and pressed the phone before he could connect.

He was worried that his grandfather would not be able to beat a strange painter, and if there were three long and two short in the pull, even death would not be enough to excuse him!

In addition to Huang Laohan, there is only Zhang Wenguo.

The problem is that Zhang Wenguo has already gone to the county seat to do errands, and he is not in his hometown in the countryside, so he sighs in vain.

Can you still count on the frail and sickly Butcher Zhang?

For a while, Huang Zhen couldn't find a suitable candidate, and he regretted it in his heart.

I was negligent for a while, and I actually made a mistake!

The south road of Wushiyuan should have been blocked a long time ago, and at least a few neighbors should have been hired to guard the intersection and not let go!

It's useless to say anything now, it's better to rely on yourself than on others!

See if I don't catch you, see if I don't beat you to death......

Huang Zhen jumped off the stone, dropped the hoe, bent down to pick up the woodcutter, and ran down the mountain quickly.

As the saying goes, it's easier to go up than to down.

Fortunately, Huang Zhen's legs and feet are strong, and his center of gravity is very stable, although he has a lot of power to rush forward, he is not in danger of stumbling, and he is not even weak and shivering.

In a few moments, he had already come to the foot of the mountain, and at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, he ran all the way to Wushiyuan.

Sadly, the painter is gone.

Huang Zhen was not discouraged, followed the marks left by the bicycle on the dirt road, continued to chase, and soon came to the intersection of the national highway, but still did not find the painter.

Squat!

Jump!

Standing firmly on the railing of the national highway, my body did not shake at all!

The fruits of cultivation are beginning to emerge!

Hands!

Stroke your forehead!

Overlooking!

A white shirt, a pair of black trousers, a mountain bike, a bundle of rice plants, a drawing board, appeared far away at the end of the national highway!

Got you!

Look where you're going!

With a click, Huang Zhen jumped off the railing and chased after him.

chased all the way to the county seat, all the way to Zibai Road, and all the way to ...... Huitang Hospital.

Not hospitals, to be precise, but clinics.

This is a private clinic with a very prosperous business and a very good reputation.

All kinds of rumors about Huitang Clinic are Huang Zhen, who "doesn't listen to things outside the window with both ears and only reads qigong books", is also familiar and well-known.

First, the magic hand rejuvenation, the medical skills are brilliant, and the rescue is innumerable.

Second, the nurse is beautiful, enthusiastic and thoughtful.

Third, the fee is cheap, the profit is small, and the reputation is emphasized.

When Huang Zhen had a cold before, he also went to Huitang Hospital for treatment, and the price was 69 times cheaper than the county hospital where Huang Jianwu was located!

Such a clinic is placed in the backward Zhuba County, and the people are grateful, and they are praised by all, it is simply a Buddha of ten thousand families!

If I had to talk about the shortcomings, it was that there were too few inpatient beds in the wards to be used at all, and the opening hours were only eight hours a day, with absolutely no delays, and occasionally closed early, which many patients regretted.

At this time, Huang Zhen stood not far from the clinic, closely observing the artist's movements and whereabouts.

I saw the painter set up the mountain bike, unloaded the items on the back shelf, threw the sketchpad on the ground, held the rice plant in his arms, and disappeared into the gate of the clinic.

Looking at its appearance, it seems that rice is a treasure, and a drawing board is garbage.

Huang Zhen took a closer look and found that the brushes were antique, the painting paper was thick, and the materials used for the drawing boards were very valuable, but they were discarded like shoes.

It shows that the painter is not coming to see a doctor, but a bit of a homecoming.

That's weird.

Why is there still a painter stationed in the clinic?

Huang Zhenxin moved, pretending to be sick, holding his stomach, bending his body, and walking towards the door of the clinic.

He approached the mountain bike, walked in pain, squatted down, seemed to have an unstable center of gravity, pressed his right hand on the drawing board, opened the drawing paper and peeked at the contents.

As I flipped through page after page, my heart was already turbulent!

That's not a sketch, it's not a landscape, it's a survey!

All of them are maps of the terrain, and even the contour lines are clearly marked.

Roads and paths, mountain valleys, streams, passes, village locations, horns, almost everything, everything is so detailed, the entire territory area and cultural information of Liuhou Town are all drawn into drawings.

It's scary to think about!

Huang Zhen quickly deduced in his mind and quickly calculated two possibilities.

For one, the painter is a state functionary.

Second, the painter was a spy sent from abroad.

No matter which possibility it is, in the end, he will not be able to keep the secret of the Lingdao Linggu Lingmi, and he will probably be doomed!

Prevent the worst in any case, even if it's ...... Kill people at all costs!

Pedal Pedal ......

From the lobby of the clinic, there was the sound of a rushing run.

Before Huang Zhen could stand up, he heard an angry roar.

"Damn, why are you peeking at my paintings?"

The pronunciation is very standard Mandarin, the volume is very strong, and the tone is very annoyed questioning.

But......

In backward Zhuba County, the more standard Mandarin is, the more abnormal it is.

Only sweet potato dialect and non-standard Mandarin are normal languages for daily communication and exchange.

Huang Zhen simply squatted and couldn't get up, secretly ran the method of [Transfiguration Technique: Muscle Traction], squeezed the muscles to his throat, squeezed the throat a little smaller, and replied in a hoarse voice: "I suddenly had a stomachache halfway through, and the pain was even more uncomfortable when I walked to the clinic, so I squatted here to rest, and then accidentally rubbed the drawing board!"

"Tell me honestly, how many paintings did you peek at in total?"

"I haven't seen a single one! Actually, I really want to see it, but I haven't had time to see it yet!"

The thick stack of drawing paper, although not very messy, is not very neat either, and is almost exactly the same as the state before Huang peeked at it, and it is difficult to tell whether it has been peeked at or not.

In other words, Huang Zhen did not make a mess of the drawing paper, which shows that Huang Zhen did not relax his vigilance, but was cautious, so as not to make a big disaster and it would be difficult to get out.

The painter squatted down to take a closer look, and sure enough, he couldn't find any clear evidence of peeking, and seemed to be relieved, and changed to a caring tone: "You go to the clinic to see a doctor!"

"Hmm......"

Huang Zhen dragged out a long guttural voice that sounded very painful, and his body suddenly fell to the ground, and his outstretched fingers just touched the painter's ankle.

The exposed skin there, the soil of the rice paddies has not yet been washed.

When the fingers touch the skin, the golden meridian map is quietly activated.

- Painter: Fuso pure-blood ratio 67.747454944%.

- Those who are not of my race will have different hearts.

- Punished.

Suddenly, the identity of the painter was revealed, and the tip of the iceberg faintly emerged.

Unexpectedly, the painter of Fuso actually had a good heart, he picked up the sketchpad in one hand and helped the boy to go to the doctor with the other.

Huang really got into his hands and decided to take advantage of the opportunity to kill the damned painter!

Make sure you don't lose the secret of rice!