The license plate number of this Toyota Prado is eye-catching, and the driver is tall and thin, with a pale and dull face. This is the third time Li Yuanlang has seen this man, but it is the first time he sees him in front of him.

The man stopped the car, holding the bag in one hand and shaking the car keys in the other hand. He ignored the existence of Li Yuanlang and Chang Ming, walked straight to Ma Zesheng and said, "Captain Ma, get me four local chickens, slaughter and wash them cleanly. I will come to pick them up in the afternoon." As he said that, he pulled out a stack of banknotes from the bag, and handed them to Ma Zesheng without counting them. "That's all, get some hazel mushrooms and wide vermicelli."

Ma Zesheng took it, nodded and agreed, and wanted to introduce Li Yuanlang to the young man to meet him. Unexpectedly, the man turned around and didn't look back. He strode into the domineering car and galloped away.

"Who is this person? Why don't you be polite?" Chang Ming muttered dissatisfied.

"Who else?" Ma Zesheng said: "Ma Tang, the eldest son of Secretary Ma's family."

Li Yuanlang was shocked when he heard the name of Ma Tang. Not only did he hear about him from Xiao Zhanwang, but more importantly, Ma Tang looked only twenty-five or six years younger than Gao Yue'e. Will Ma Shengran agree to be her lover?

Also, Ma Tang and Shang Xiaoyan had contacts, that is to say, their Ma family had a relationship in the provincial capital, and it was true that Ma Shengran was arrogant. The leaders of Ganping County did not take it seriously. He also did not buy it in Guangnan City. It turned out that behind the scenes was the executive vice governor Lu Rongfu.

Li Yuanlang was very puzzled. How could Ma Shengran, a township party secretary, get in touch with the provincial party committee leader? There are several levels between the deputy provincial and ministerial levels and the department level, and it seems that they can't match it.

"Sit in the room for a while." Ma Shengran gave in, and Li Yuanlang said that he would not sit anymore, and it is important to do serious business.

So Ma Shengran handed the money to the old man who was guarding the village committee and told him to hand over the money to the accountant, kill six chickens, stew two, and prepare the remaining four, as well as hazel mushrooms and broad vermicelli, waiting for Ma Tang to come and get it.

Because the road up the mountain was difficult to walk, the four of them did not drive, but walked.

Ma Zesheng said that to reach a place occupied by the Liu family, he needed to climb two mountains. Needless to say, he was over fifty years old, and he was walking as fast as flying, and it was not difficult to climb the mountain. Han Wei also grew up on the side of the mountain. He was also a veteran and was quite strong, almost not getting angry and not changing his face. He was as relaxed as walking on the flat ground.

Li Yuanlang is not as good as them, but he can walk on his feet and breathe a little. On the contrary, Chang Ming is far from that. As soon as he crossed a mountain, he was so tired that his legs were filled with lead. He sat on the stone and said he had to rest no matter what he said.

Ma Zesheng advised him that the more he rested, the less he could not walk. He had to hold on to the most difficult time period, gritted his teeth and persevered, and he would feel much easier when he walked.

He also broke a branch for Chang Ming as a crutch, and took care of him while walking, so as not to let him fall behind.

After climbing over a mountain, they walked into a larch forest. While walking inside, Li Yuanlang's clothes were scraped by branches. When he was working on the clothes, he accidentally found a small flower with a strange appearance under his feet. He said it was strange because the color of the flower was very rare black.

Li Yuanlang was curious and touched it with his lower body. Who knew that when the flower was touched by someone's hand, it turned white magically and emitted a strong smell of medicine, just like Lai Sushui sprayed by the hospital, it was so mysterious.

When Ma Zesheng saw Li Yuanlang fiddling with the little flower, he quickly came over and grabbed his wrist and reminded him nervously: "Don't make it, this thing is poisonous."

Li Yuanlang was stunned and asked, "What poison?"

Ma Zesheng told him: "We call this thing a wounded grass. It only blooms in this season all year round. Most of them are hidden under pine trees. They start with black petals. As soon as a person's hand touches it, it will immediately turn white. When touching it, it will turn red, and venom will be released. Once this liquid touches the human skin, it will ulcerate within an hour. If you don't go to the hospital for tetanus injections within three hours, it will ulcerate and continue to ulcerate, rotten flesh and pus will flow until death."

"So powerful!" Chang Ming, who was standing beside him, exclaimed.

Since all things in the world must have their own functions, is there any other purpose in hurting people?

"This thing is also very fun," Ma Zesheng introduced: "You see, it hurts people when it blooms, but after the flowers wither, it turns into a hay. Grind it and apply it to the wound to relieve pain, which is very effective, and is better than painkiller tablets. Therefore, most of us go up the mountain to pick wounded grass after the first snowfall in winter. Once this thing is stained with snow, it will freeze to death immediately, and it will be safe if it has completely lost toxins."

Hurting grass? Li Yuanlang thought, took it with his mobile phone and saved it in the album. There was no signal on the mobile phone. When the signal arrived, he sent it to Lang Yingxuan to see it. This thing is not a Chinese medicinal material.

On the way to the destination, Li Yuanlang asked again.                                                         

"How to say it?" Ma Zesheng looked into the distance with his hand, pointed to the front and said, "There are not many here. There is a large area on the mountain we are going to have all grown. But Liu Wanquan had to circle it up early and use it to dig stones."

Li Yuanlang was angry and anxious when he heard this. If the wounded grass had the value of traditional Chinese medicine, Liu Wanquan would be a sin. He was busy digging stones not only destroyed the natural environment and caused soil erosion, but if a large area of ​​wounded grass was eradicated, the loss would be irreparable.

So Li Yuanlang and his team accelerated their pace and arrived at the edge of the occupied twenty acres of mountainous land within twelve o'clock.

A tall and back wall was built around here, with barbed wire on it. What's even more annoying is that there is also a guardhouse at the gate, where someone looks out and patrols. Once someone approaches, an alarm sounds immediately. Then a picket team member wearing a red arm swivel appears, taking away all those who want to enter the mountain for interrogation and illegally detaining.

Of course, these are all what Ma Zesheng told everyone. Is it as he said, only by trying it can you confirm.

Anyway, Li Yuanlang hid in the woods and saw someone on the guardhouse, holding something like a pistol in his hand.

"This is a signal gun. Someone will send a signal when approaching the wall." Ma Zesheng reminded on the side.

Li Yuanlang was just looking at it, so he naturally would not make test samples to the wall. He probably understood it almost well. He knew it in his mind that the situation Ma Zesheng reported was very realistic.

So everyone returned along the same route. During this period, Li Yuanlang encountered the wounded grass again. This time he didn't touch it directly with his hands. It happened that there was a plastic bag in Han's pocket, so he uprooted the wounded grass and put it in the plastic bag with the soil and took it back.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when the four of them walked back to the village committee of Xiayangma Village. As soon as they entered the courtyard, they saw the old man in the door coming up and said, "Director, I stewed two chickens as you told me, but when Ma Tang came to pick up the things, he smelled the fragrance and didn't listen to my advice. It was too much to eat it in the kitchen by himself."

"Isn't it just a bite of chicken?" Ma Zesheng waved his hand, and Li Yuanlang then smiled, thinking that Ma Tang is really an alternative person and is different from others in his actions.

As a result, several people walked into the small kitchen of the village committee hungry. When they saw Ma Tang eating, they immediately understood that the old man guarding the door said "too excessive" for a reason.

I saw Ma Tang holding a bowl in his hand, squatting on the stove, holding chopsticks in his hand and grinding it in a big pot, specializing in picking chicken thighs, chicken wings and breasts, and chicken bones spitting on the ground.

Let’s not talk about his ugly eating behavior, but who can eat it just by saying that after he does this. It’s okay if you like it. Put a bowl on your own and don’t stir it in a big pot. If you don’t say it’s unhygienic, what’s the matter if others eat your saliva indirectly.

Originally, Chang Ming didn't like him, but now Ma Tang didn't treat himself as an outsider, which completely annoyed him. So he came over and knocked on the stove with a stick made of branches and said, "Ma Tang, you can eat it. If you want to eat it alone, you can eat it casually. Stir in a big pot. It's too uneducated."

Ma Tang raised his eyelids and looked at Chang Ming, and said disdainfully: "Your name is Chang Ming, right? Village Chief Ma didn't say anything. What are you old people? Get out of here, you're not going to say anything."

"You..." Chang Ming was not willing to be outdone. He wanted to go up and argue with Ma Tang, but was stopped by Li Yuanlang and said to Ma Tang coldly: "Ma Tang, right? Secretary Ma should have taught you since childhood. It is impolite to steal other people's food, so he robs it. But if you rob it so well, it's wrong for you to rob it, and you speak so hard that you swear. You should apologize to Assistant Chang."

Li Yuanlang's original intention was to satirize Ma Tang for being uneducated. How could Ma Tang not hear it? He happened to have a chicken bone in his mouth and vomited hard at Li Yuanlang's face.

Li Yuanlang reached out to block it. No matter how patient he endured it, he couldn't stand Ma Tang's spitting on him. He immediately frowned and his anger surged upwards. Before he could teach Ma Tang a lesson, Han Wei behind Ma Tang suddenly kicked and kicked Ma Tang's waist. The guy was unprepared and fell straight into the pot.

Although the chicken pot was removed from the high fire, there were still a few red wooden sauts in the furnace. The pot was steaming hot and the chicken soup was rolling and bubbling.

Ma Tang fell into a big pot with more than 100 pounds and was immediately scalded and screamed. When Ma Zesheng saw that something was wrong, he quickly pulled him out.

"Oh my god." Ma Tang grinned in pain, his clothes were soaked with oil stains and side dishes such as vermicelli mushrooms. Fortunately, he didn't soak for long, but the exposed skin was also burned red.

Martang was so angry that he rushed up to settle the score with Han Wei, but Han Wei grabbed his fist and exerted a little force, Martang's mouth was so painful.
Chapter completed!