The father knew more about the three trees, so he told his son about it.

After all, those three trees have been planted for 30 years.

In the year they were planted, Wu Tanggui's son had just given birth to the ground.

At that time, I couldn't mention the days at all, let's just talk about his house, all I could see was a wooden barrel, a broken iron pot, a bed of branches, and half a tree stump.

There is no electricity, no roads, no money to buy coal, no transport to it, cooking and heating, only reaching out to the mountains.

The population has increased, the land has decreased, and in a few years, more than a dozen slopes in front of the village and behind the village, and the slopes that were originally covered by trees have been cut down in a few years.

One day, a man came to the door, his foot slipped halfway, he rolled, and his waist was pestled by a stalagmite, and he was injured and couldn't walk.

Wu Tanggui was just about to go down the ravine to carry the water, but when he saw this, he put down the barrel and helped him up.

Passers-by were thirsty and stared at the bucket. There are still two bowls of water at home, Wu Tanggui brought him to drink, and passers-by drank most of the bowls, looking at the bowl and a half of the water with a sussurance.

He sat on the stone egg and heard the cry of the baby in the grass hut, like a kitten meowing, weak and weak.

He rummaged through his pockets and found seven catties of food stamps and three five dimes, all of which were given to Wu Tanggui.

"Let's take it first, buy some nutritional supplements for her mother and son."

Wu Tanggui's mouth trembled, he couldn't speak, the only laying hen in the family was slaughtered, and the seven eggs he had accumulated were eaten up, and he couldn't find anything better.

Wu Tanggui brought him another half bowl of water, and he raised his hand to block it.

He knew that the water here was too dry and expensive, and every morning he would turn over two mountains with wooden barrels and go to the ditch to fetch water, which took two hours to go back and forth.

The people in the village never used the water they had changed to bathe, and when it rained in June and July, they would strip naked and stand in the rain and wash it like this.

He looked around for a while, and as far as he could see, it was all bare slopes and bare ground.

He staggered down the mountain.

After a week, this man came again, bringing four taels of brown sugar, three catties of glutinous rice, and ten eggs.

He sat on the mound and asked Wu Tanggui to hold the baby to see, one foot long, the size of a monkey, and then look at Wu Tanggui's mother-in-law, there were no three catties of meat on her body, and her buds were as dry as a gut.

He couldn't stop sighing, his eyes were moist, he shook his head, shook and shook, and even raised his hand to give himself a slap.

Wu Tanggui is inexplicable, what is he doing here?

The man pointed to a few trees not far away and said, "You planted that?" ”

Wu Tanggui replied: "Yes." ”

The man said, "Plant more, cut less, and every year it will increase, and after ten or eight years, you will know the benefits of them." ”

He is leaving, Wu Tanggui wants to be grateful, but what is there at home? Nothing can be taken out.

As if he had read through his thoughts, he pointed to the trees and said, "You have to take good care of those little trees, and when your children grow up, and the trees will grow with them, then it will be good." ”

After that, Wu Tanggui began to manage the three trees, and took the water to water his face every day...... Water the tree every day, and give a little bit of the manure to the bud valley to the young tree.

Three years later, the small tree has a big bowl mouth, the trunk is straight, and the child will sit in the shade and rub the mud balls.

Wu Tanggui tied a cloth belt around the waist of Shugui (the child's name), tied it on his back, went down the mountain, passed through the village, and went to Maoli Dam, ready to buy something to visit his benefactor with one dollar.

He couldn't express much more, but he was by no means ungrateful.

Wu Tanggui was stunned when he heard people call the benefactor the president.

The person who took the money, the food stamps, the brown sugar, the eggs, the one who saved his son, and the one who saved his mother-in-law was the president!

He took a dollar to buy a pound of miscellaneous sugar to repay the president!

Wu Tanggui came back quietly with his son and told his mother-in-law about the matter, and the mother-in-law knelt on the cobblestone ground with her legs and kowtowed three times on the threshold.

A few years later, they went again to tell the president that the three trees were bigger than the house, and that he would have time to go and see them.

They were told that the president had been transferred and transferred to the county.

The two cubs stood at the door in a daze, why did they leave like this? Don't go to see your own tree? With this gone, what to do with the tree? Wu Tanggui really wanted to chase him to the county, but he was not afraid of the hundred-mile road, but the county seat was so big, and he didn't know where to go.

Wu Tanggui thought clearly, the only way was to greet the three trees and wait for the president to come and see his trees.

The president has to look back at the tree when he has walked a long way, so if he caress the leaves of the tree carefully, and the president can't throw away the tree, the president will definitely come.

Wu Tanggui watered and cared for it more diligently.

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, the son grew up and went out to work, the son's mother fell ill in his early years, and the son died of illness when he was fifteen years old and left.

Wu Tanggui is sixty years old, and at this time his legs are not flexible, and the most terrible thing is that his eyes are also broken.

He limped to the township health center to have a look, and the doctor said that it was cataract, which could not be cured in the township, and that he had to go to the county hospital to treat it.

He didn't inform his son, it was interesting enough to go outside alone, and he couldn't take care of himself, and he didn't want to burden his son.

Fang Kehua opened up for him, thought about it, and thought of a way, which was to sell trees.

Fang Kehua found someone to measure it, folded the amount and calculated, each tree could be sold for a little more than 300 yuan, and if the three trees were sold, there would be almost 1,000 yuan, and the part that was still missing, and then think of other ways.

Fang Kehua invited a few elders to do the work together, and agreed to cut down the tree, so that they could sell it for money to cure eye diseases.

He didn't do it: "That's the president's tree, you can't cut it." ”

Fang Kehua said: "The president is no longer alive. ”

Elder A said, "Even if he is still alive, you will be eighty or ninety years old, can you still come to see the tree?" ”

He said, "I'm going to wait for him, and he said he must come and see the tree." ”

Elder B suggested to Fang Kehua that he should find an opportunity to find a way to transfer him away, and it would be good to solve it quickly for an hour or two.

And so it was agreed.

"It must have been where he got the news."

Xing Yi's father said: "Those three trees are not easy to grow so big, and it is a pity to cut them down." ”

Xing Yi said: "Walking from a distance, the first thing that comes into your eye is the three trees, which can be said to be the symbol of Ma'anshan Village." ”

Every half hour, Xing Yi would go out to take a look to see if the tree was still standing there.

It was dark, and there was no shadow of the trees to be seen.

When his father went out, Xing Yi wrote a report at home, but thinking about the matter of Three Trees was like holding a stone in his heart.

An hour later, his father came back and told Xing Yi: "Wu Tanggui cut a wall with stones, and he lived in it, with shovels, hoes, and sickles at hand. There was no way, the team leader had to stop. ”

After dinner, Xing Yi settled down to write a plan.

In his father's book, he saw all the basic information of the village, households, labor, heaven and earth, hillsides, ditches, water sources, etc., historical evolution, population structure, and cultural level.

My father's handwriting is very good, and with that beautiful handwriting, I will not doubt his level. But my father left the county town and went to the countryside for many years, and this place is remote and closed, and there are many new things, and the new information may not be known.

Why did my father come here, I just wanted to talk openly and honestly with my father.

In front of his mother, he didn't say much, he knew a little about his father.

In his last life, when he was a teenager, he didn't care much about it.

But after all, he still knew.