See three uncle’s eyes completely lost their luster after falling behind, as if they were old and teenagers at this moment. Generally, their bodies are getting more and more rickety and they can’t stand up, and their hands are shaking and they can’t even grasp crutches.
"Uncle?"
Qing Liu was shocked and quickly helped him. "What’s wrong with you?"
His third uncle didn’t respond as if he were dazed. He looked at Qing Liu with a hole in his eyes, but Qing Liu felt as if he were looking at the distance.
Qing Liu sighed in his heart and thought for a moment. He held his third uncle’s arm and said comfortingly, "Let’s go, third uncle. I’ll take you home. Don’t think so much. I’ll send someone to shovel these saplings for you. If you want to plant them in the spring, I’ll pay you to buy a batch of saplings and let’s plant them …"
See three uncle Qing Liu some not taste like this, the in the mind more or less also some guilt, if I passed by here a while ago, pay attention to observe a little, maybe this Huanglong disease wouldn’t become so serious, and there are ways to save it.
The third uncle’s house is almost the most dilapidated house in Yulong Village. Three of them are piled up with stones mixed with soil. After so many years of wind and rain, it has long been crumbling.
Although the sun is shining outside, as soon as I entered the room, the light immediately dimmed a lot, and there was an indescribable smell that filled the room
Poor furniture in the room. Qing Liu helped his third uncle to help him to the bed
"Finished … finished …"
Three uncle sat on the bed, his eyes glazed over, muttering to himself.
"Come on, don’t think so much, uncle."
Qing Liu even comforted, "After these sugar orange saplings are shoveled, they will be raised in winter. In the spring of next year, I will buy you another batch of saplings and plant them. If you don’t believe me, I will go back and write you a written evidence later, okay?"
Three uncle saw his one eye and ignored him. He lay in bed and stared at the dim roof and continued to whisper.
After a few minutes, he seemed tired of reading, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Qing Liu gingerly went out and took the door and looked at the shabby and low room of his uncle’s house. He remembered that his uncle still had a son much older than himself.
"Third Uncle is really pitiful."
Qing Liu stared at the room for a while. His third uncle’s wife died early. He dragged his son to the big one. It is said that he was still a son. Before the university, someone in the village said that his third uncle had made a fortune in the city, but he didn’t know what brought him to the city to enjoy himself. Instead, he left his third uncle alone in this Yulong village …
Chapter two hundred and seventy-three Coffin
"This uncle Yeer is really unfilial …"
Qing Liu thought about walking towards the village.
He didn’t hurry back to the cannery, but strolled around and carefully watched the scattered chapter planting sugar orange saplings.
I don’t know if the more I look at Liu Qing, the more depressed I feel. Otherwise, the harm of Huanglong disease is too great!
More than forty villagers were lucky in the sugar orange sapling department.
Every villager has planted hundreds of different sugar orange saplings in the field, which means that these thousands of sugar orange saplings are infected with Huanglongbing.
A breeze blew a few dark yellow leaves slowly falling to the ground with the wind.
Picking up a leaf, Qing Liu stared at it and thought, "If I didn’t have the power of the earth, I’m afraid my orchard would become like this."
In fact, Qing Liu didn’t agree with these villagers to plant sugar orange saplings in large part because of scattered planting!
It’s like this. Huanglongbing is raging. Even if Qing Liu has the power of the earth, it can be watched.
"Alas …"
With a sigh, Qing Liu shook his head and threw the leaves to the ground and returned to Xifeng Mountain.
Rhubarb, Erhuang and Xiong Da are still not at home today, and I don’t know which corner of the mountain to play in.
Qing Liu also didn’t mean that it’s almost every day these days. Rhubarb and Erhuang seem to have reached some kind of agreement with Xiong Da, and the three brothers are ganging up and acting together. Even when eating, Xiong Da, a foodie, will generously share his favorite fish with Rhubarb and Erhuang brothers.
However, the two brothers have a soft spot for bones, and their interest in fish is much smaller.
The next day, I came to the cannery. As usual, Qing Liu strolled around three processing factories and looked at the production situation. I happened to meet Cui Xiaocui wearing an safety cap. Qing Liu curiously stopped her "Cui Xiaocui".
"Hello, General Manager Liu"
Cui Xiaocui came over and shouted a natural and graceful.
"How about it?"
Qing Liu looked at her cheerfully. "Are you used to work?"
"Can get used to it"
Cui Xiaocui nodded and said, "It’s very simple to make a patrol every day to see if there is any machine failure. If not, go back to study."
"Look at learning?"
Qing Liu asked, "Is Chen Gong asking you to learn?"
Cui Xiaocui, uh-huh.
After a few words, Qing Liu went back to the office and thought of yesterday’s promise to arrange several people to go to his field to help shovel those sugar orange saplings. After thinking about it, Qing Liu found Zhang Xia and asked her to arrange several factory employees to do it.
I lit a cigarette and smoked a few mouthfuls. After reading a few textbooks, I didn’t know what Liu Qing always felt a little uncomfortable, as if something had happened.
Push, push, push!
There was a hurried footsteps outside, and then the office door was pushed. Cui Xiaocui’s face turned pale and her face turned red. Because she ran too hard, her hair was scattered. When she entered the door, she shouted in a panic, "Liu … Liu is not good. His third uncle hanged himself in the ground …"
"What did you say?"
Qing Liu instantly stunned startled looking at her.
"Uncle hung us up and went to his field to see it. He ran back to tell you."
Cui Xiaocui exhaled breath.
Rub a Qing Liu up and run outside without saying anything.
Cui Xiaocui followed in three steps and two steps.
A few hundred meters away, Qing Liu saw a group of people gathered there in his uncle’s land.
Among them are Zhao Gang and the villagers who grow sugar orange saplings.
Just now, Cui Xiaocui went to inform Qing Liu after they found out about his third uncle, while the rest of the people were clamoring. The people working in the field heard the noise here and rushed over.
"Where is the third uncle?"
Liu Qing didn’t take a breath and asked and looked around.
"Over there …"
Cui Xiaocui said breathlessly behind him, pointing to a place.
Looking down her finger direction, Qing Liu’s pupil blinked and gasped in a gasp-he had already seen it.
A few meters away, a sugar orange sapling is not high. Third Uncle’s neck is covered with a rope crutch like a sheet. He is lying on the ground with his head down and his feet hanging limply from the ground, about a few centimeters high.
"… over over …"
Moment Qing Liu vaguely saw his third uncle lying in bed alone yesterday, muttering to himself. Then he thought of his third uncle’s body as if it were instantly cut out after hearing himself say that he would shovel off all the saplings yesterday.
"Yu?"
Liu Qing couldn’t help but blurt out, "Isn’t it just some saplings? Will you take your life? " He is difficult to understand and can’t figure it out
I told my third uncle yesterday to help him buy a batch of sugar orange saplings in the spring of next year
Why would he do that?
"You don’t know …"
Zhao Gang’s sullen voice is very low. "In order to plant this sugar orange sapling, his uncle took out all the money he bought for the coffin …" His heart was very complicated.