In the room, the old man lying down, with white and sparse hair, wearing a pair of reading glasses, closing his eyes to rest, his complexion was not as good-looking as Mr. Gu. He was only medium-sized, slightly fat, and had a larger belly.

"Here you." Old Master Jin slowly opened his eyes and turned his face to look at Li Yuanlang. Although he was not mentally impatient, his eyes were sharp, just like two lightnings emitted a thrilling cold air, which made people tremble.

Fortunately, Li Yuanlang had seen the world and was as calm as before. He was not affected by Mr. Jin's sharp eyes. He bowed to Mr. Jin very respectfully and said, "Grandpa Jin, happy New Year."

It was not the first month of the year, and it was not too late to pay New Year's greetings now. Li Yuanlong called according to Jin Weixin. After all, Mr. Jin and Mr. Gu were of the same age. When they were in power, they called each other brothers. Li Yuanlong could not call him blindly, so he would like to distinguish Mr. Gu from generation to generation.

It descends for no reason and becomes a laughing stock.

"What are you holding?" Mr. Jin nodded without moving, but asked when he saw the wooden paint box in Li Yuanlang's hand.

"Bringing you some small gifts is a little bit of filial piety to you by my younger generation." Li Yuanlang presented his hands in front of Mr. Jin.

"You are a township cadre, can I guess what is here? Ginseng or Ganoderma lucidum, right?"

Not to mention, Mr. Jin is really unique and has a very accurate guess. Indeed, the lacquer box contains a wild Ganoderma lucidum that has been more than 200 years old.

Mr. Li Yuanlong Xiaojinggu, a 300-year-old wild ginseng, gave Mr. Jin a wild Ganoderma lucidum as a meeting gift. They are all good things to nourish the body, especially for the elderly.

"Grandpa Jin, you are really keen eyes and can see through it at a glance. The gift I give you is a wild Ganoderma lucidum that has been around for more than two hundred years." Li Yuanlang opened the lacquer box and exposed the appearance of Ganoderma lucidum inside.

This Ganoderma lucidum is purple lucidum, with a kidney-shaped appearance, a stitched cap, about 17 cm in height and width, with a side stem, long shape, and a black skin on the cover and stitch, with a paint-like luster on the surface.

, and there are ring-shaped ribs and radial wrinkles, and the flesh is rust brown, the bacterial tube is hard, and the mouth of the same color as the mushroom meat is round, the color is similar to the mushroom tube, the spore is brown, ovate, and the inner wall has significant small warts and smells slight fragrance.

"You must have spent a lot of effort and money on this thing, right?" Mr. Jin raised his eyelids and just glanced at it with a rough look, with neither angry nor happy expression. As Jin Weixin said, he was giving Li Yuanlang a gift.

Something is a bit unhappy, which is a sign of getting angry.

"I didn't spend much money. You know, our Shuiming Township is located in a mountainous area. There is a lot of thought about growing this kind of thing on the mountain."

Mr. Jin thought Li Yuanlang would make up various reasons, but he didn't expect Li Yuanlang would admit that he had spent some time, which surprised him. To be honest, what did people with his identity have never eaten or seen?

He would not be surprised if he had been to wild Ganoderma lucidum for thousands of years.

"Tell me, what's your thoughts?" Old Master Jin's eyes were like torches, and there was a cold air.

"This Ganoderma lucidum was picked in the old village of our hometown. Historical records show that it was the place where Emperor Gaozu lived, and the place where Ganoderma lucidum was located in the dense forest of the north mountain in the old village. There are still remains of historical sites. I also bring the

Let’s have some soil, you see, the black soil is shiny and the oily and shiny.”

Under Li Yuanlang's reminder, Mr. Jin leaned forward and looked at the things in the lacquer box. He did not look at Ganoderma lucidum, but saw the scarce black soil inside, and couldn't help but sigh.

Why?

Mr. Jin is a Manchu. The reason why he changed his surname to Jin was because his clan members were worried about revenge. His dynasties have changed, and it is inevitable that he would have to go through a bloody storm, especially the royal family of the previous dynasty, which was the first choice to kill. Therefore, before the dynasty was destroyed, all

The clan members either changed to the Jin surname, or the surname Zhao or Luo surname was to avoid harm.

The emperor's bloodline of the Jin family can be traced back to more than eighth generations. It is not considered a close branch, but it was also a yellow belt and a royal blood relative in the past. Now there is a strange phenomenon. Anyone who uses the royal surname and hypes up high-profile is nothing more than borrowing people's curiosity.

Psychology attracts attention. They are often far-reaching or deceptive. However, true descendants of the royal family are very low-key and unpretentious, trying their best to avoid their special identities.

If you don’t eat the food of your ancestors, you will support yourself. Just like Mr. Jin’s family, you will refuse to talk about this topic. But in your bones, you still burst into worship for your ancestors and rule over the country for more than 200 years.

Wild Ganoderma lucidum cannot raise Mr. Jin's interest. However, the small handful of black soil made Mr. Jin feel excited and moved.

He raised his hand and signaled Li Yuanlang to deliver the box to his eyes. He twisted a pinch of black soil with his hand and placed it under his nose, smelling the smell of the holding of black soil.

The fragrance of the soil really tasted differently in his mind. Suddenly, the intense scene of his ancestors riding tall horses, running between the white mountains and black waters, wielding their swords to fight for the country.

Mr. Jin was particularly excited. He saw his fingers trembling, his face was rosy, and his eyes were bright. It took him a long time to say sadly: "Young man, please forgive me for your loss of composure. I am an old party member, born in the old society, and grew up

Under the red flag, it was the party who gave me a new life. Although my ancestors gave me blood, it really allowed me to enjoy happiness late. The party who was happy old age was the party, not my powerful ancestor."

"I understand your mood, Grandpa Jin." Li Yuanlang said solemnly: "The Party has given us faith and a prosperous life. Who can be ruthless than plants and trees? We cannot bind our respect and respect for our ancestors because of faith.

Filial piety is the first priority for all virtues, and our party members pay homage to ancestors is to continue the tradition of filial piety first. I think this does not conflict with our beliefs and does not contrary to the purpose of you, a respected old party member. You can

Release your feelings and feelings, which is a very good inheritance for you and your next generation."

Mr. Jin carefully savored Li Yuanlang's words and nodded and praised: "You young man, you are worthy of being the Party Secretary. You have a good theoretical level and do a good job in party affairs and ideological work. Then I will ask your government's governance ideas, and you are in your hometown.

What are your opinions on the old village?”

He actually wanted to hear the current situation of the old village, but he was embarrassed to mention it directly, but instead brought it to Shuiming Township.

He is such a cunning old fox, speaking with a turn. If he reacts slowly, he will not understand his true intentions.

Li Yuanlong said: "Grandpa Jin, the development of Shuiming Township has stagnated in recent years, and the old villages also faced this problem. There are many mountains and few lands, and the people can only make money by picking mountain products from nearby mountains, and have not formed an effective scale.

.At the same time, the problem of underdeveloped transportation in Shuiming Township is highlighted by the problem of underdeveloped transportation, with many mountain roads, and inconvenient transportation. The township is now fully promoting agricultural cooperatives, organizing the people, becoming a community, facing risks and challenges together, and getting rich together. The township has already come from the city

The Transportation Bureau applied for a road construction fund and also obtained a portion of it from the county. The two strokes were added together to prepare a section of the road from Shuiming Township to the expressway. The funds were temporarily enough. And this..."

After saying that, Li Yuanlang took out another small notebook with a plant specimen that hurts people. He explained the effectiveness and prospects of hurts people.

Mr. Jin became more and more interested in the more he listened to it, especially the hurting grass. He carefully pinched it in his hand and looked at the sunshine repeatedly, and couldn't help but sigh: "This little thing has such a function. It is herbal medicine when used in good people.

, in the hands of bad people, it becomes a drug. The world is full of wonders, not the nature of this thing, but the use of human character, which is really mysterious.”

Then, the old man slowly stood up from the recliner, and Li Yuanlang gently helped him, but the old man did not stop him. To be honest, his body was not as strong as Mr. Gu. He walked a little staggeringly, his body was slightly hunched, and he was a little panting.

With his hands behind his back, Mr. Jin walked to the window and looked out the winter scenery outside the window, and said slowly: "I think your idea of ​​managing Shuiming Township is quite good. You can use local materials to vigorously develop the mountain product processing industry, and this hurts people.

Grass breeding industry and building roads can bring long-term benefits. However, I always feel that you are a little single here, are there any other industries to discover? For example, the ruins of the old village are still there, so you can consider developing them.

Tourism projects.”

Li Yuanlang took a step forward, stood not far behind Mr. Jin, and explained: "Thank you, Grandpa Jin, for reminding me that I will vigorously promote this when I go back. In fact, we have already tried tourism development."

After a pause, Li Yuanlong continued: "I went to Hailang Village a while ago and found that it was snowing heavily in winter, and the natural snow scene could be comparable to Xuexiang. I have discussed with the village party secretary and director, and want to develop Hailang Village.

It has become a pillar industry with the characteristics of folk tourism. For this reason, the last time I was in the provincial capital, I and Director Dong of the Provincial Tourism Bureau made a special report. Director Dong was very interested and agreed to go to Hailang Village for a while to conduct on-site inspection and guidance.

Hailang Village was reported by several news media in Beijing, and a large number of tourists have come to watch the snow scene and enjoy the original nature. Moreover, we cannot just focus on winter, summer and autumn, and we can also make great achievements and develop more

The tourism projects enrich tourists' enthusiasm and projects for tourism, and also allow the people in the village to earn more."

"Your idea is very good and unique. Just as the novel "Siege" says, people outside the city want to go in, and people in the city want to go out. People living in big cities are tired of the traffic and the modernization of high-rise buildings, very

Miss the natural landscape. On the other hand, rural people like the convenience of the city more, which has led to an interesting phenomenon in which the city people want to go to the countryside and the country people want to enter the city." Mr. Jin pondered for a moment and said, "You are there in the old village in the old place.

You should also be more careful. There are not many relics in your place, and these are the only few. We must protect them more. At the same time, using this as a gimmick and making more work can not only make the people's pockets bulge, but also enrich your hometown.

The tourism resources are the best of both worlds.”

"Okay, I will arrange the execution as soon as possible."

After talking to Li Yuanlang, Mr. Jin was very touched, and his attitude was not as serious as before, and he would not get angry.

He cherished the gift that Li Yuanlang gave him very much. The wild Ganoderma lucidum that had been more than 200 years ago, was extremely memorable. At the same time, he called someone to come over to hold the meaningful black soil.

Keep the things in the paint box safely and repeatedly remind me not to mess up.

Jin Weixin, who had been uneasy outside the door, saw the staff coming in and out, asked how the old man was feeling inside.
Chapter completed!