The next day, Wang Cong quietly told Fa Xiao Sanhu about Zhu Gui's beating of him, but he didn't say anything about using royal jelly to heal him, this was a secret in his heart, and no one would believe it was true. When the three tigers heard this, they had to report the case, and in the end, under Wang Cong's strong dissuasion, the matter was over

The role of money is sometimes not small, not yet in winter, a highway from the county town connecting the bee farm to Dawang Village has been opened to traffic, under the vigorous promotion of the township government, Wang Cong's honey is sold out, and the sale is a good price, the most gratifying thing is that under the leadership of the head of Li Township, the establishment of the Qingshan County Beekeeping Association, and the president of the association is also served by Wang Cong, this technical consultant, he is the only one.

The first good thing is that Dawang Village has become a beekeeping test base in Qingshan County, led by Wang Cong to get rich together, and the second good thing is that Zhu Wanshan, who has been the village director for more than ten years, stepped down, and the newly elected village director happens to be the father of the three tigers.

Rural people are also crazy when they go crazy, everyone organizes independently, spontaneously pools money, and holds dozens of tables of banquets in the theater of Dawang Village, and the villagers who can come can be said to have come, and this scene is unprecedented in Dawang Village. During the banquet, Wang Cong's limelight prevailed over the newly appointed village chief, because the villagers saw in him the hope of a happy life.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone drank crookedly, and the father of the three tigers helped Wang Cong, who was already seven points drunk, and whispered: "Child, you are really good, in the future, it will depend on you whether our Dawang Village is rich or not, but you must not have the heart of harming people, but you must not have the heart of preventing people!" ”

What a defense! Workers are on duty 24 hours a day in the apiary, and don't all the dozens of boxes of bees be kept in their own yards? Wang Cong, who was a little drunk, shook his head, he didn't take the words of the three tigers and his father to heart at all, holding a wine glass, looking for people everywhere to drink, for so many years, he felt that he had finally found the dignity of being a human being tonight.

After a big drunkenness, when Wang Cong woke up, the sun had already reached his buttocks, he got up in a hurry, washed his face, and went straight to the beehive in the yard, which is a habit he has developed since beekeeping. Strange, at this time, the bees should fly out and fly in and get busy, why is there not a single bee in and out of the bee door.

Wang Cong suddenly had an ominous feeling, he quickly looked at all the beehives in the yard, all of them were the same, where did the bees go? With trembling hands, he opened a beehive, and the scene in the beehive almost made him faint, and he saw that the whole box of bees had fallen to the ground of the box, and they did not move.

Oh, my God! What the hell is going on? Wang Cong almost couldn't believe his eyes, this was the bee seed he left, and it was given to the villagers for breeding after the spring flowers bloomed, if it was all ......

Wang Cong didn't dare to think about it further, he trembled and opened all the beehives in the yard, more than eighty boxes, none of which were spared, "All of them are dead, all the bees are dead!" Wang Cong couldn't help yelling at the sky.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and Wang Cong fainted.

This is killing him!

Such a big thing, the whole village soon knew, in the courtyard of Wang Cong's house, people came and went, all shaking their heads and sighing, they were not only worried about Wang Cong's body, but also worried about these dead seed bees, which was their hope to get rich next year.

Death slipped past Wang Cong's side again, and for about half an hour, when the villagers were rushing him to the hospital, Wang Cong slowly opened his eyes, but he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Child, it's good to wake up, as long as you are in good health, our whole village will continue to keep bees next year, I have reported this matter to Township Chief Li by phone, he instructed the police station, this matter must be man-made, it must be investigated, as for bee planting, he will ask the China Beekeeping Association for help, it should not delay everyone's beekeeping" Sanhu his father, who was sitting next to Wang Cong, stroked Wang Cong's forehead with his hand, and said in a firm tone.

Artificial? Wang Cong didn't know where he got the strength, as soon as he heard these two words, he ran barefoot to the door of the house without everyone's obstruction, and under the eaves, there was a box of bees, which he moved back from Wang Yihua's apiary, and the dozens of boxes in the yard were all its descendants.

Wang Cong regarded the bee as more important than his own life, and in order to prevent people or other animals from easily touching it, Wang Cong hung it under the eaves, and if he wanted to touch it, he had to step on a ladder to go up.

Wang Cong looked at the beehives hanging under the eaves in and out of the beehive, and he suddenly realized that it seemed that the bees that died in this yard were indeed man-made, and because the box was hung too high, the people who killed it could not reach it for a while, so they were spared. If this box is also dead, Wang Cong plans to not want to live himself, this is his only thought of Wang Yihua.

On the same day, when the whole village was carnivaling in the theater courtyard, Zhu Gui quietly sneaked into the courtyard of Wang Cong's house. In the bowl of sugar water under the beehive, he poured a few dimethoates, which are highly toxic pesticides, and it is not a problem to kill a cow, let alone a small bee. This scene happened to be seen by the mother of the three tigers who went home to get wine, and if the bad thing is done, Zhu Gui should be finished.

The government set up the stage, the villagers drank the play, all the villagers of Dawang Village under the leadership of Wang Cong, the beekeeping business can be said to be thriving, a few years down, the beekeeping base has expanded several times on the original basis, and the bee products are also exported to the province, due to the advantages of the beekeeping environment and beekeeping technology, the bee four treasures produced in Dawang Village have also attracted many international friends.

The former Dawang Village has changed a lot, and Wang Cong has also moved into a new house, but he always feels that something is missing in the good life, which is Wang Yihua who he has never been able to let go of in his heart. How many people have persuaded him to give up, there has been no contact for seven or eight years, and people may have children running all over the ground, but Wang Cong has always believed that Wang Yihua will definitely come back, just for this relationship, Wang Cong doesn't know how many good girls he has missed pursuing him.

On this day, when Wang Cong was sitting in the corridor sorting out beekeeping data, the stainless steel gate of his house was suddenly pushed open, and then a bright figure flickered and stood in the middle of the yard.

"You are?" Wang Cong looked at the beauty in front of him and looked a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

The beauty glared at Wang Cong fiercely, "Dead!" Got rich? If you have an identity, you don't know your sister? ”

Wang Cong's heart couldn't help but chuckle, and the information in his hand was also scattered all over the ground, isn't this the Wang Yihua he thinks about day and night? Although she was a little fatter than before, the tone of her voice had been deeply imprinted in his heart in this life.

Wang Cong flew up, pounced on Wang Yihua, hugged her tightly, and two lines of tears couldn't help but flow, he had waited too long at this moment, too long......

If a lover ends up married, who says it's not?

It turned out that Wang Yihua was brought to YL by Wang Bad Water, and forced his daughter to die, if Wang Yihua contacted Wang Cong, he would die, and he almost died several times, after all, it was his father, Chen Yani couldn't do anything to force his father to death, under the persuasion of his uncle's family, Wang Yihua had to hide his thoughts about Wang Cong in his heart.

In the past few years, she has not had an easy life, in order to refuse marriage, Wang Bad Water doesn't know how many times she has beaten her, but Wang Yihua is unyielding. Later, Wang Badshui was reported for participating in fake honey, and when the industrial and commercial department investigated, Wang Badshui, who was carried away by money, actually beat the law enforcement officers, and this beating, he beat himself in.

After receiving ideological education, he suddenly changed his temperament and came to say to his daughter, who was visiting him: "Flowers! Go back to your hometown! If a poor bastard is not married, you should marry him, or in this life, I will really hurt you."

After listening to her father's words, Wang Yihua cried, she said goodbye to YL in tears, and went straight to her hometown by car the next day.

Wang Yihua's sudden return not only made Wang Cong ecstatic, but even the entire Dawang Village was lively for a while. The village director personally commanded that the whole village would hold an unprecedented wedding for Wang Cong and Wang Yihua.

When everything is ready, it's just a bow. On the day of Wang Cong and Wang Yi's wedding, almost all the people in the village came, even Township Chief Li, as well as the representatives appointed by Qingshan County, plus the beekeepers of the Beekeeping Association, many of them stood outside the courtyard, and Dawang Village was lively like the New Year.

When the marrying person finished his speech and asked Wang Cong to wear a wedding ring for Wang Yihua, the audience applauded.

But at this moment, Wang Cong, whose face was full of happiness, suddenly tilted his body and fell down.

The shrill siren of the ambulance dispersed the lively crowd, and everyone was at a loss, what the hell was going on?

Three days later, a piece of news came back that people could hardly believe their ears, Wang Cong was seriously ill and diagnosed by the Provincial People's Hospital as advanced stomach cancer.

Oh, my God! How is this possible, what a good child, and why does he get this disease? Doesn't it say that good people are rewarded? Dawang Village fell silent for a while, and some old people were so anxious that they cried and cried.

Because the tumor in Wang Cong's stomach was too big, the Provincial People's Hospital did not dare to operate, and persuaded Wang Cong to go home to recuperate, to put it bluntly, he was waiting for time. Wang Yihua knew the result, she was almost crazy, she took Wang Cong's examination report, ran all over the provincial capital's large and small hospitals, looking for experts, looking for professors, but with such a serious condition, no one dared to agree to operate on Wang Cong.

Just when everyone was about to go through the discharge procedures for Wang Cong, a slightly surprising news came out, an oncologist from the Military Medical University was going to come to the provincial hospital to give a lecture, which was the only glimmer of hope, Wang Cong, who had given up treatment, suddenly felt that his eyes were bright, and he decisively said to Wang Yihua: "I am not discharged from the hospital for the time being, you help me to find this professor"

Professor Wang, who came from the Military Medical University, is already over 60 years old, his temples are white, his face has been through vicissitudes for a long time, and he wears a thick pair of glasses, he looked at Wang Cong's examination data while looking at Wang Cong, and said unceremoniously: "Young man, your disease has reached an advanced stage, if you don't have surgery, will you maintain it for two or three months at most?" With a serious illness like yours, the probability of getting off the operating table is less than 5%! ”