Medical mountains and rivers

The motorcycle quickly crossed the curve and stopped on the road into the village. Song Chengqing jumped out of the car and looked around, pointing to the huge stone at the entrance of the village with the three big characters Chen Lin written on it, which was incompatible with the surrounding scenery and asked: "This handwriting looks very old. It’s not too small, Chenlin Village is so rich, why don’t you get a new one?”

The driver said with a smile: "I heard that it was left by the ancestors of Chenlin Village, and descendants can't move it. If you want me to say, it's not a precious thing. It's fine to put it in another place. Just like Zhoujia Village, set up a big archway at the entrance of the village. , that’s called style.”

Song Chengqing smiled and said nothing.

Chenlin Village is located in the mountains, slightly sunken, shaped like a round hole, and the golden swallows spread their wings outside, looking like homing. It is a good place for Fengshui.

It's a pity that this is a blind swallow.

The huge stone at the entrance of the village is just between the eyes of the golden swallow, which is like a finishing touch, turning the golden swallow into a half-phoenix, which returns the pearl to the nest day and night.

With such a rare treasure land, it is no wonder that the personnel affairs in Chenlin Village are going well.

It was the lunch break, and there were not many people walking around in the village. A few fat and strong dogs were lying in the shade and sticking out their tongues. Seeing Song Chengqing was happier than seeing his own father.

Song Chengqing squatted down to pet the dog, looked in through the gap in the railing, and found that the rubber gloves hanging on the wall were covered with sawdust, and the cuffs of the clothes were the same.

He went to a few houses, and the situation was similar. It seemed that the people in Chenlin Village were all engaged in this kind of work.

There is a straight concrete road at the end of the village, which is not very long. You can vaguely see the factory buildings with blue roofs and white walls at the end. I think this is the sawmill run by Second Sister Chen.

Song Chengqing originally thought that the strangeness of wood appeared in the processing, but after coming to Chenlin Village, this guess was overturned.

Whether you look at it from a distance or up close, Chenlin Village is a veritable beauty of mountains and rivers, but from the moment you set foot on this boundary, not only the fresh air blows with the mountain wind, but also the faint stench.

Because the five senses are too sharp, Song Chengqing usually lives with half of the five senses closed. Under such circumstances, he can still smell the smell. One can imagine how exaggerated the smell is.

Song Chengqing couldn't help sighing, put on a special mask, and released his five senses, the pungent stench flooded into his nasal cavity instantly, making him scream.

This is more exciting than pickling stinky tofu eggs in a coffin.

After confirming the source of the good smell, Song Chengqing quickly turned off his five senses, let out a deep breath, and felt that he had come alive.

Huh...comfortable.

Song Chengqing took off his mask, glanced left and right, and skilfully got into the forest.

Not long after the felling, there was still a clear tire mark on the mountain. Song Chengqing climbed up along the mark, and soon reached the position he had just noted down.

There is also a hill below, with wild grass and vines, and the vegetation seems to be denser than other hills. There is only a mountain road hidden in the grass running through the front and back.Song Chengqing looked into the distance and found that the terrain here was exactly in the belly of the golden swallow's nest. Although it was not suitable for living, it was very suitable as a funeral place.

Since Chenlin Village knows how to use boulders as the finishing touch, how could it miss this wonderful treasure?

Song Chengqing wiped his eyelids, and his vision changed from blurry to clear. In an instant, dozens of gray and red air masses appeared on the hill under his feet, which looked extremely abrupt in the green, but there was another harmonious atmosphere.

... No wonder it smells so bad, this is just like a mass grave.

Song Chengqing walked down slowly, and the tree closest to him seemed to feel threatened, its branches hung down timidly, and its leaves seemed to dim a shade.The stench is emitted from these trees, and one can still smell the faint smell of medicinal materials when they are close.

Fuxiangzi, Wensha, Tianjima... are all drugs that accelerate corruption.

Song Chengqing knew the truth.

He squinted his eyes, and touched the tree trunk with his right hand. The tentacles were hard and dense. This kind of texture, coupled with the medicinal fragrance, was not much inferior to precious wood such as huanghuali.

Song Chengqing looked around, picked up a broken branch and poked it a few times under the root of the tree, bringing out bits and pieces of soft mud.He stretched out his hand and twisted it, and there was nothing wrong, which strengthened his previous guess.

He wiped his fingers, walked back slowly, and walked to the factory building where the wood was piled up while no one avoided the surveillance.

The warehouse is divided into two, the left is some ordinary wood, and the right is strange wood that emits a bad smell.

Song Chengqing squatted down and brushed away the sawdust, revealing the background color of the wood.

One, two, three...

The grains on each piece of wood are the same but different, and only vaguely resembling the image of a woman can be seen.

Song Chengqing took a picture with his mobile phone, and then searched online.

In the industry, this emerging wood is called Mianxiangfei, and merchants claim that it can nourish the spirit and calm the mind, clear the heart and help dreams.

A small ornament made of this kind of wood is priced at five figures. No wonder Guanghai wants to hide the source of the supply, for fear that someone will rob this line and cut off his way of making a fortune.

It is so expensive, there should not be a large-scale flood into the market, maybe it is only circulated among the wealthy.

This is also a fortune in misfortune.

Song Chengqing thought for a while, made several phone calls, and finally got Wu Wenxuan's contact information.

Although it is an unfamiliar number, but if you know his private number, it must not be a stranger. Wu Wenxuan hesitated for a moment and still connected.

But he soon regretted it.

Song Chengqing's voice came from the phone: "Master Wu, don't hang up in a hurry, you still owe me your life."

Wu Wenxuan frowned, and said coldly, "What do you want?"

"Concubine Mianxiang, have you heard of it?"

Wu Wenxuan stopped writing slowly. He thought Song Chengqing was looking for him for something, but for this?

The market space for Mianxiangfei is very large. The Wu family once bought a large number of wooden products from Guanghai for experiments, and found that its own fragrance can indeed help sleep.Not only that, but also its graceful female lines, so many people fall in love with it, its value is destined to be high or not low.

Even though Concubine Mianxiang is now monopolized by Guanghai, there are still many people who are interested in this piece of cake.To them, Guanghai is just a nouveau riche. As long as they have the heart, are they worried that the resources will not reach their hands?

That's what the Wu family meant, so when Wu Wenxuan heard Song Chengqing's words, he subconsciously wondered where he knew about the Wu family's plan, and came here on purpose to find out the truth.

Therefore, Wu Wenxuan thought it over and over again, and only replied him with three words perfunctorily: "I've heard of it."

...What an insincere answer.

Song Chengqing rolled his eyes and said casually, "Since you haven't used it, there must be another reason for Yu Fan's illness."

Wu Wenxuan couldn't help sitting up straight after hearing the words, and asked, "What happened to Yu Fan? Didn't he stay in the rental house all the time?!"

Good guy, sure enough, someone has been sent to monitor him.

Song Chengqing couldn't help but shed tears for Yu Fan, and by the way despised Wu Wenxuan's tricks, and started talking nonsense: "Yu Fan encountered some bad things, I suspect it's because he came into contact with Concubine Mianxiang, but I don’t know where they were recruited. That’s why I want to ask you to help me find out who has Concubine Mianxiang at home.”

Knowing that something happened to Yu Fan, Wu Wenxuan couldn't help being in a panic, wishing to rush to Yu Fan's side immediately.Wu Wenxuan collected himself and said, "I'll send you the list, but you'd better not lie to me, otherwise I won't let it go!"

But both he and Song Chengqing knew that even if they couldn't tell the truth from the fake, they would definitely help, just for the one in ten thousand possibility that Yu Fan was in danger.

"Master Wu, just rest assured, is Yu Fan okay, you will be able to see it on the wedding day."

Wu Wenxuan snorted coldly and hung up the phone abruptly.

The Wu family did a lot of work to acquire Concubine Mianxiang, and surveying the audience was naturally one of them. With these materials, Wu Wenxuan quickly sorted out the list Song Chengqing needed and turned it over.

As expected of the actual person in charge of a big family, Song Chengqing was almost amazed at his speed.

He was in a good mood and intentionally reminded Wu Wenxuan: "Business is all about dealings. Don't worry, Young Master Wu, I won't take your things for nothing. Let me remind you that Concubine Mianxiang has a problem, and it's about the children's big, big problem." ,question."

Wu Wenxuan on the other end of the phone immediately understood what he meant, and said with a light smile, "Thank you, Director Song, for letting me know."

He just called him by his first name, but now he is called Director Song?Really cheeky.

Song Chengqing hung up the phone impatiently.

There is no lack of rich and powerful families on the list. To Wu Wenxuan, exchanging a list for the gratitude of these families to the Wu family is a sure-fire business, and it can even be said to be lucky.

The Wu family accepted his favor, so naturally they had to pay it back, Song Chengqing only kept the account in his heart, and waited for the day when he was fattened up before slaughtering.

He stood up, and suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the door, it seemed that there was more than one person.

"Brother, when do you think sister Chen will give us a raise?"

"You are really greedy, four thousand a month is not enough for you to spend? We all have shares in the factory, as well as dividends from the cooperative and money from selling wood..."

"Brother, I want to save more money."

"You boy can't hide it from me. Tell me, is it because Lao Liu and the others have teased you again? You have no conscience, the second sister is not good enough for you..."

During the conversation, the two had already walked outside the warehouse. After a rustling sound, sunlight came in through the open door, and two figures, one tall and one short, also entered.

Song Chengqing restrained his breath and hid earlier, only to see the two holding a crumpled notebook, slowly counting the amount of wood.

Song Chengqing recognized the dress, which he had seen in Chenlin Village.

It seems that the workers in the sawmill are all villagers from Chenlin Village.

Although it is said to get rich together, in Song Chengqing's view, no matter what kind of business it is, if you can do without relatives and friends, you can use it without relatives and friends. Outsiders can still criticize you, but you can't do it with your own people.

From the conversation between the two, it is not difficult to hear that many people in the factory have opinions on Second Sister Chen.This made Song Chengqing puzzled. This Second Sister Chen was not well-known in the county, and she gave others the impression that she was a decisive and ruthless widow.

Yes, Second Sister Chen lost her husband in her early years, and this has become a hot topic for many people in the county.

How could such a person tolerate everything just because he was a relative?

Song Chengqing had an intuition that there was an inside story, perhaps because of the common identity of the factory employees—the villagers of Chenlin Village.

While thinking about it, the two busy people over there couldn't bear the loneliness and started chatting.

The tall man asked: "Brother, I heard something recently..." His tone was mysterious, coupled with his unfathomable face, not to mention the short and big man, even Song Chengqing pricked up his ears .

"What's so hesitant, tell me quickly."

The tall man looked around and said in a low voice, "Isn't Aunt Fifteen's son married?"

"I know that. I heard that he married a local from the Imperial Capital... If you ask me, these women are restless, and divorce after a short time of marriage. They are not as sensible as us country women."

The tall man had a wretched look on his face: "Women in the city also have their tastes. But they really got divorced, just last week."

The short and tall man was a little surprised: "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Aunt Fifteen has such a good face, how can people know that his son has been dumped?" Seeing that the short and big man was even more shocked, the tall one giggled and continued, "Fangcao told my daughter-in-law herself that fifteen My aunt hated that woman for poisoning her, and gave her the wooden mother-in-law as a farewell gift..."

"W-what?!" The short man couldn't believe it, and his voice gradually lowered, "Why is she so confused, that's..."

But what, the short big man didn't say it after all.

Song Chengqing was a little disappointed when he saw half of the plot, and thought he would know the answer directly.

Seeing that the two were silent, he planned to look elsewhere, and when he reached the door, he almost bumped into the middle-aged man who hurried in.

Song Chengqing quickly avoided it, and the middle-aged man didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and shouted as soon as he entered the door: "Did you two get the number right? The delivery will be made the day after tomorrow."

The tall man replied: "Forget it, it's still fifty cents short."

"Fifty..." The middle-aged man frowned, anxiety, worry, and confusion flashed across his face, and finally stomped his feet helplessly. "Okay, I'll ask Second Sister, it's really not possible... let's go up the mountain tomorrow."

Hearing this, both the tall man and the short man nodded reluctantly.