There are about four villages drawn by the Uighur old man, and each one of them can be found on the black technology map.

The waterways in these villages have been completely cut off. If they are not connected, there may never be water again.

It doesn't take a lot of effort to help others. Chen Mu is not stingy. He tried to use a map to connect these waterways, but the feedback came back: "There is not enough life to connect them all."

According to Chen Mu's understanding, only the so-called 500 ounces of life were used to connect the waterway to the village of the Uighur elderly, so the total of the four villages should be 2,000 ounces of life. He had more than enough life on hand, but he did not expect it.

That's not what happened.

This made him suddenly couldn't help but think about what this so-called vitality was.

Planting trees brings life, but is life a tree?

Obviously not.

It can only be said that trees are related to vitality. Otherwise, after using so much vitality, all these trees would have died long ago.

Therefore, vitality should be something that depends on the tree to exist.

In other words, vitality is something that depends on life for its existence.

Life energy…

This is the most reliable definition that Chen Mu can think of.

As for whether this is really the case, we will have to wait and see and verify it later.

No matter what, Chen Mu completely fell in love with his tree planting business at this moment.

The more than ten acres of land behind the gas station are his forestry practice.

So starting from the second day, he planted trees at a faster speed, which was completely different from the efficiency on the first day.

The next day he planted a total of 250 trees and worked diligently from morning to night.

The direct result of this was that he scraped together 3,100 ounces of vitality to connect the waterways to those villages.

As for wanting to upgrade, I'm sorry, but the vitality is not enough.

Chen Mu is not discouraged at all. After all, he has found the right direction to collect vitality, and upgrading is only a matter of time.

It has to be said that during the tedious task of planting trees, Comrade Hu Xiaoer has been by the side of Director Chen. He has been wandering around the forest farm since he drank milk in the morning, watching Director Chen work.

Director Chen, who is focused on his career, has no feelings about this. He feels that this thing is a bit intrusive. After all, he has to keep an eye on it from time to time to prevent it from stealing saplings.

On the contrary, Comrade Aizimaiti in the distance has been looking at this side with envy, as if he wished he could replace him with his own body.

On the third day, history repeated itself again...

The old Uighur man once again rushed into Chen Mu's dormitory early in the morning with great excitement. He excitedly talked about the news that the wells in several villages had water again. At the same time, he bowed to the ground and recited scriptures to express his praise for Hu Da.

This incident once again proved Comrade Hu Xiaoer's status as a divine envoy, and Chen Mu, as a favorer of Comrade Hu Xiaoer, also received the old man's gratitude.

This time, the "well water" incident had a greater impact than before. At noon, the imams who had already been there gathered at the gas station again.

When they arrived on donkeys, Chen Mu was planting his hundredth tree of the day.

"Xiao Mu, is it okay if I call you this?"

When Mullah Alimu spoke to Chen Mu, his voice was extremely soft. His eyes seemed to be looking at his most beloved child, and he was amiable and approachable.

Chen Mu was mentally prepared. The other party might have come with some request, and asked him to convey the request to Hu Xiaoer, who would then report it to Hu Da.

He is very self-aware and knows his own details. He can convey the request, but he has no choice about whether it can be realized, so he has already thought of an excuse and is ready to distance himself.

Unexpectedly, Mullah Alimu did not make any request. Instead, he solemnly handed him an ancient scripture and said: "This is the oldest ancient scripture preserved in our mosque. There are many ancient scriptures in it."

You can take a look at the imam’s handwriting.”

"ah?"

Chen Mu was quite surprised. He took the ancient scripture a little at a loss. Then he came to his senses and quickly declined: "How can this be possible? I, this is too precious. If you give me this, it's really... I can't take it.

"

Mullah Alimu insisted on putting the ancient scripture into Chen Mu's hand, and then said: "Xiao Mu, we already know about your request for water for the wells in several villages. Thank you very much for your help.

, so I have discussed with several imams that this ancient scripture can be kept with you first."

Listen to this, will this scripture be kept here from now on?

Chen Mu was even more confused. He wasn't even Mu Silin. It wouldn't be good to leave such a precious thing here, right?

Mullah Alimu said: "If you have time, you can read our scriptures. I know you are a college student and your education level must be sufficient. After reading the scriptures, you will know more about us."

Chen Mu came back to his senses and said quickly: "I'm just an ordinary person. I don't understand the scriptures at all. I really don't dare to take such valuable things. This won't work, it won't work."

Mullah Alimu pointed at Hu Xiaoer in the distance and said: "Although you are not Muslin, you are the person favored by Ambassador Hu, the person who has been blessed by Ambassador Hu. Hu has his own reasons for doing this.

Deep meaning, so whether you are Musilin or not, we are willing to hand over the ancient scriptures to you, and you don’t need to bear any burden for it..."

Hearing this, Chen Mu didn't know what to say.

No one cared that he was not Muslin, so he still refused.

The imams came all the way, as if just to say these words and deliver the scriptures, and then they quickly left on their donkeys.

Chen Mu was left alone in a daze with the ancient scriptures in his hands, unable to recall his thoughts for a long time.

"Xiao Mu, put the scriptures away quickly and don't damage them."

After a while, the old Uighur who had been watching finally couldn't bear it anymore and came over to remind Chen Mu.

Chen Mu sighed softly and looked at the ancient scripture. He thought that since Baba had sent it, he would read it again when he had time. But in any case, even if he didn't read it, he couldn't destroy it. He had to keep it well.

Just fine.

After putting the ancient scriptures in a drawer in the room and locking it, Chen Mu put the matter down in a flash.

Whether he had this ancient scripture or not, it had little impact on him, so he continued to focus on the great cause of planting trees.

The day was busy until nine o'clock in the evening. He finally planted all the saplings and achieved a staged victory.

Standing at the gas station, I looked at the saplings in the forest farm. Although they were planted a bit scattered, they looked very spectacular and gave me a sense of accomplishment.

"It looks like I have to buy some more saplings tomorrow."

After being happy, Chen Mu finally discovered a big obstacle on the way forward.

After planting the saplings, you have to buy them again, which is all money.

Given his current situation, he might go bankrupt without being able to buy many saplings.
Chapter completed!