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Chapter 155 I think you are here to steal the tree!
The moonlight spilled in through the gaps in the horse frame like scattered white sand, illuminating the small small room like a dream.

Sun Jianping got up, put on his cotton coat, put on his hat, opened the door and came outside.

It is extremely cold in Daxinganling at night, and the snow that had been cultivated during the day is frozen again. A bright moon shines in the sky, shining on the earth, as if everything is coated with a thin layer of silver sand.

Lantern Festival...

I wonder if my parents who are far away can eat Yuanxiao or watch the lanterns...

After admiring the moon for a long time, the remaining heat in his body was drained by the cold air, making him shiver with cold. Sun Jianping then stood up, turned around and was about to go back to the horse stand to continue sleeping, when he saw a red figure in the shadow. The shadow rushed past the ravine at the foot, as fast as a ray of light, like a red elf jumping and galloping in the world...

Without thinking too much, he opened the door and got in, lay down by the firepit again, yawned, and continued to sleep.

Early the next morning, Lao Cao got up early, collected the horse manure and piled it into a pile, which made Zhang Ziyi's head hurt!
"Why do you still want to pull these horse manure back?"

"It's all good fertilizer!" Lao Cao looked at the horse dung piled up like a hill and smiled.

"Then you might as well just eat it and save some food!" Zhang Ziyi threw a Sanba Gaigai to him, "It's almost spring, and the big beasts in the mountains are also active. You guys have to spend more time wandering around in the mountains. Be careful, it doesn't matter if you can't find it. If you think about money again, you won't end up throwing your life into the mountains."

"This is what I should say to you!" Lao Cao took the 38 cap, pulled the bolt of the gun, and shook his head, "This gun is too long, and it's hard to use the dial. Please tell me." Go to the militia warehouse in the team and help me look for it, see if there is a mirror box for me to complete, I can use that thing easily."

"Oh, it would be nice to have a messenger. Why don't you pick this and that!" Zhang Ziyi grabbed another handful of bullets and handed them to him, "It seems like spring is here, and I won't be able to eat anymore!"

When Lao Cao heard this, he sighed, but said nothing.

After breakfast, Sun Jianping followed Lao Cao and wandered back and forth in the mountains, looking for the precious pecan tree. Zhang Ziyi and Uncle Zhang took people to Liutiaogou to cut down the pecan tree and bring it back.

"Uncle, we have entered the deep mountains and forests now!"

The further inside, the more Sun Jianping felt that the trees were becoming more and more lush. Just like the last time he hunted the roe deer, there were wattle and willow bald old man trees with skewed branches everywhere, blocking the road ahead.

"Where are we now!" Lao Cao lit a pot of cigarettes and started smoking slowly, "We haven't even scratched the surface of the three thousand miles of Daxingan Mountains."

"Are there many treasures in the mountains?"

"No, back then the little devil was looking for mines in the mountains. He worked hard for more than ten years, but he didn't know what he found in the end." Old Cao knocked the ashes from his cigarette, "Come on, let's go over there and have a look!"

The two men drove the horses to sledge and walked along a ravine. The ravine was full of melted ice and snow, making it slippery. Sun Jianping was afraid that the horse would fall, so he used the gloves given by Aunt Cai to lift the horse's four hooves. Keep it all wrapped up so the horse will be much safer walking on the ice.

The horse sledge drove slowly on the ice, making a squeaking sound. After crossing the ravine and climbing over a gentle slope in front, another dense forest appeared in front of them!

Good guy!
Daxinganling...

It is indeed a treasure mountain!
Looking around, all the red pine trees are hugging each other, like soldiers waiting to be inspected, their roots are upright and towering into the sky!

On the tree, a group of little squirrels were chasing each other and making squeaking sounds.

Sun Jianping took a closer look and saw several figures shaking in the old forest.

There is also a crawler tractor with a square head and square head parked in the distance.

Click!

A century-old red pine tree fell down, throwing up a cloud of white dust. "This is probably the boundary of the forest farm..." Lao Cao rubbed the hoarfrost on his chin, "Let's go, the woods of the forest farm don't allow us to go in and plant trees, so let's go wander somewhere else."

"What do you do, bro?"

Before Sun Jianping could move the horse's head, two people walked into the woods in the distance, wearing army green cotton coats, suede work shoes, thick dog skin hats on their heads, and carrying a sharp knife in their hands. The fast horse saw.

"Ah..." Lao Cao hurriedly apologized, jumped out of the carriage, took out a box of cigarettes and handed it over, "Isn't this right? I'm going to the mountains to catch some prey to satisfy my craving. What are you doing?"

"Hunting? I think you are here to steal the tree!" The leader's face sank, he took the cigarette handed over by Lao Cao, put it unceremoniously into his pocket, pointed at the hand saw on the horse sledge and yelled!
Lao Cao stomped his feet in anger, but the smile on his face did not diminish, "I don't dare. I am not thinking of getting some dead wood lumps to light the fire. It's so cold that I can't bear it without some hard firewood."

"Put the tree aside. Let it go. This is the territory of the state-owned forestry farm. If you dare to act wrong here, believe it or not, I will ask someone to arrest you!"

The attitude of this forest farm employee was very arrogant, but Lao Cao still smiled and said, "How dare you? Okay, we'll go back now. Jianping will drive back, let's go back."

Sun Jianping gave the forest farm worker a hard look, turned his horse's head and retreated.

"Whether you're full or not, the director doesn't care about it, so why are you worrying so much?"

Another employee remained silent, but when he saw Lao Cao and the others turning their horses' heads to go back, he couldn't help but mutter a few words.

"These old farmers... can have so much trouble... what can they say? How dare they hit me!"

"Sooner or later you will be ruined by your words, so you should accumulate more evil virtue!"

"Why don't you pretend to be a good person? Don't let them plant trees! This old forest...the state-owned forest farm, they dare to try to touch one! They can't fix these old farmers..."

The sound of their conversation blew into the ears of Lao Cao and Sun Jianping along the wind. Sun Jianping was so angry that his eyes were red. He reached out to grab the 38-inch cover under the horse sledge, but Lao Cao held him down and shook his head.

"Let's go, let's not get in trouble with this gangster."

Sun Jianping was so angry that he whipped his whip and drove his carriage to the old forest in the south.

Here, they found a pecan tree about 30 centimeters in diameter. Sun Jianping and Wang Liansheng took turns sawing down the hard and precious wood, and carried it behind the horse sledge back to the temporary camp.

Not long after, Zhang Ziyi and the others came back, but they were empty-handed.

"It's all over the place. I don't know which bastard made the first move. When we get there, there will only be a wooden pile left!" Lao Zhang cursed, "It's been three or four days since we've been here. My wife and children at home...tomorrow We must go to the Dead Man’s Ditch!”

"Jianping, look at your Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with you? Your wife left you and you're not married anymore?" Lao Cao chuckled and deliberately teased him.

"My wife is alone at home...scared..." Only then did Zhang Ziyi realize that he had fallen into Lao Cao's trap. He scolded Lao Gudong for his bad intentions, sat on the ground, picked up the whetstone, and stabbed... Grind an axe.

"If it doesn't work out, I really have to go and break into the Dead Man's Trench!"

Lao Cao put down his pipe, looked at the roof of the horse stall that had been slightly blackened by smoke, and sighed quietly.

Dead man's ditch...

If you can get in, you may not be able to get out!
(End of this chapter)