They looked at Wang Yao's disdainful expression and were angry. "Everyone in this village is so arrogant!"
When you put yourself on a pedestal and look down on others, others may not even look at you.
Humph!
The few of them left angrily.
"Anger hurts the liver. Drinking alcohol hurts the stomach. Smoking hurts the lungs."
With just a glance and a sniff, Wang Yao could tell that none of the "people" from above were healthy.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. They drank and partied all day long. They didn't know that a disaster was coming!
"Take care. I won't see you off."
The car left the village. Wang Jianli went back to the village committee with a cigarette in his mouth.
"It's a small mountain village, but everyone is so arrogant!"
"Reduce the compensation for them, especially that young man!"
The temperature was very high that day. Perhaps because of this, not many people came to see the doctor. There were two people in the morning and none in the afternoon. Wang Yao cleaned the clinic early.
In the small courtyard, the cool wind blew. The temperature was less than 30 degrees. It was very comfortable.
When it was close to evening, a person came.
As soon as he saw Wang Fengming, Wang Yao hurriedly invited him into the inner room and made him a cup of tea. "Uncle, what's the matter?"
"I really have something to talk to you about."
"What is it?"
"Well, the seeds and seedlings you gave have been planted. What should I pay attention to in such a hot day?"
"That?" Wang Yao smiled.
"There's nothing special to pay attention to. Didn't you say that the place where you planted the herbs was covered by trees? I've seen it. It's not a big problem."
These herbs were indeed afraid of being exposed to the hot sun.
"That's good," Wang Fengming said. In fact, he didn't intend to make money from the beginning. He just didn't want to waste the seeds and seedlings provided by Wang Yao.
"Don't you have anything else?"
"That's all."
The honest elder didn't say too much. After drinking a cup of tea, he left.
When Wang Yao came out of the clinic, the sky was still very bright. At this time, even if it was six o 'clock in the evening, there was still no darkness.
After the meal, more and more people came out of the village to enjoy the cool air. They gathered in groups of twos and threes. If one looked carefully, even the youngest ones were in their forties. Most of them were in their fifties or sixties.
Empty nests and aging were common phenomena in modern society, but they were more severe in rural areas.
After dinner, Wang Yao walked around the village alone. All the people he met were elders and a few children around five or six years old. There were no young people around his age.
"There are basically no more young people in the village."
"Hey, isn't that Fenghua's wife?"
"He's the only one left!"
He also overheard the conversation between the old men.
Am I the only one left?
Wang Yao went up Nanshan Hill slowly.
In the medicinal field, some of the medicinal herbs had already matured. He planned to harvest some of them tomorrow and process them.
In the provincial capital hundreds of kilometers away.
In a solemn office, there was a dignified man.
"Have you found out?"
"Yes," the man said.
"OK, you can leave now," the man said.
The secretary went down quietly and then gently closed the door.
Bang! The man threw the cup in his hand on the table.
Sigh, he sighed.
The next morning, the early sun was a little dazzling. It was destined to be a very hot day.
"I hate this kind of weather," Fan Youren said as he looked up at the rising sun.
"Spring, summer, autumn, and winter. It's only when the four seasons are distinct all year round that it has flavor." Wen Wan was sitting under the awning in the yard.
At this time, it should be particularly stuffy at home. It was far from being as cool and quiet as the mountain village.
"This is a really good place!"
What kind of place was a good place? It was a good place that people didn't want to leave.
"You like it here, but I don't," Fan Youren said.
Very few young people liked this kind of life. To put it nicely, it was monotonous. To put it bluntly, it was boring.
"Is Dr. Wang in the clinic today?"
"No, I saw his Weibo. The clinic is not accepting patients today."
"Let's go to have a look tomorrow," Fan Youren said. "I think my body is recovering quickly. I should be able to go out for a walk."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going out for a walk. Don't you think it's too stuffy here?" Wen Wan asked with a smile.
"I'm just saying. Don't take it seriously," Fan Youren said with a smile.
"That's settled. Let's go to the seaside. I want to see the sea, too."
"Come on," Fan Youren said with a smile.
On Nanshan Hill, Wang Yao harvested some of the mature herbs. Some of these herbs needed the roots, such as gentian and radix radix. Some needed the leaves, such as pinellia. Some needed the leaves, stems, and roots.
He picked them, removed the soil, washed them, and dried them.
Most of these herbs needed to be processed before they could be used as medicine. Most of them could be dried, some could be stir-fried, and some could be directly used as medicine.
Wang Yao planned to keep all of these herbs for his own use. On the one hand, there were a lot of patients in his clinic, so there was a lot of medicine. On the other hand, he was going to prepare some of them. After the pharmaceutical factory was built, the first batch of herbs he grew on the mountain would be used. The quality was absolutely guaranteed.
The whole morning was just a few minutes.
It was very cool on the mountain. It could even be described as spring all year round.
At this time, Ji was different. It was originally a famous stove. The temperature was now 37 degrees.
Noon was the hottest time of the day.
As the leader of a province with a large economy and population, Guo Zhaojun was very busy. He deliberately took out the whole afternoon. He canceled all the meetings and meetings. He wanted to see someone in the afternoon and have a good chat with him.
"Dad, what's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Guo Zhenghe rushed over from Nanjiang because his father had called him the day before.
He had a kind smile on his face.
"Have a seat."
Guo Zhaojun looked at his son and asked slowly, "How's the work there?"
"It's fine. I just signed a contract for an investment project some time ago. You know the situation in our county. The transportation is inconvenient, and the foundation is thin. It's too poor." Guo Zhenghe poured a cup of tea for his father and then poured a cup for himself.
"What project?"
"Batteries."
"Lead batteries?"
"Ah, yes."
"That project is polluted."
"I know this. I have communicated with the manufacturer. They must be equipped with relevant sewage treatment equipment," Guo Zhenghe said.
"A few years ago, we sacrificed the environment in exchange for economic development," Guo Zhaojun said. "Now, we have to go back and clean up the mess and make up for the mistakes we have made. Environmental protection and safety are emphasized from the top. There is no room for negotiation. In this regard, we can't touch the edge. You have to be clear about this."
"I understand, Dad."
"Let's talk about something else."
Guo Zhenghe straightened up after hearing that. He knew his father definitely didn't call him to ask about these things. There must be something else. He could vaguely guess it.
"Do you have anyone you like there?"
"Ah, no." Guo Zhenghe was stunned when he heard that. In that remote county where he lived, there were people who took the initiative to express their goodwill to him. However, in his opinion, those people were only interested in his background. How could they be worthy of his attention, even if it was just a fleeting relationship?
"Are you still thinking about Xiaoxue?"
"Ah, yes." It was a admission.
"Your mother has asked your Auntie Song, and I have also communicated with your Uncle Su. They mean to respect Xiaoxue. I heard that Xiaoxue already has someone she likes. Do you know this?"
"I know, but aren't they not married yet?" Guo Zhenghe asked with a smile.
"A forcibly picked melon is not sweet. If you want to make her change her mind, you have to do it openly. You can't use those shameful means."
Guo Zhenghe bowed his head and remained silent. He knew his father's temper.
"I'm sorry, Dad."
"I am the leader here. I have to be responsible for this place. Changing the plan of a highway, even if it is just a little, will cost a few million more. Plus the compensation for the land, it will cost tens of millions more. Who will pay for it? The country's money is not money. You are using public money for private purposes!" Guo Zhaojun's tone unconsciously became heavier.
He was very disappointed. He didn't expect his son to do such a thing.
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