Chapter 65: The Tree of Governance (Part 1)

  Something came up yesterday and I missed a post, sorry about that. Still three posts today.

  A crane follows alone, gazing at the green mountain as it rises afar; a pair of mandarin ducks suddenly transform, straddling the green water as they fly horizontally.

  A cicada that is not a cicada, harmonizes with dragons and tigers; A butterfly that is not a butterfly, rides on the wind with phoenixes.

  Rarely seen and rarely heard; forget words and forget images.

  Cloudy cave, a grain of millet hides the sun and moon; stone bed, three liters of cauldron boil mountains and rivers.

  Song Wen lets go of everything, breathes naturally, with no thoughts or desires in his mind, vague and obscure, actually already subtly merging with the Taoist true intention of non-action.

  This is the most harmonious place with the Tao, and it is also the most refined part of the Taoist gongfa. Generally, such gongfa are passed down through master-disciple or father-son transmission, otherwise they would rather take it to their grave than pass it on to those with ulterior motives, deceitful and cunning, lest they harm the world.

  Unexpectedly, Song Wenji coincidentally gained insight from the scattered words in He Feng's notes, which is a testament to his excellent intuition and also his good fortune.

  Unaware of the vastness of heaven and earth while asleep.

  When he woke up, Song Wen felt very good and had a kind of refreshing feeling.

  Got up and took a look at the space, it seemed that there was no change. If anything changed, it was just that the fog had retreated a bit further, revealing a patch of empty land, but not very large. It seems that the help of snake wine is limited after all, and drinking snake wine can't keep expanding the space indefinitely.

  He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, he had actually known it would end like this all along, but there was no way to avoid having a glimmer of hope in his heart, wanting to try and see if it would work, now he could finally put the matter to rest.

  He recalled the strange occurrence of digging stones yesterday, he remembered that before using a copper mirror to look underground, he could only see about five meters deep, but how did he manage to see around seven meters yesterday? Is it possible that not only can space be expanded, but also the copper mirror can continuously look deeper and deeper, there is no other explanation for this phenomenon.

  Suddenly, a foul smell wafted up from his body. He looked down and saw that he was covered in a thin layer of black grime. He remembered that the last time he had drunk water from the hot spring and gotten diarrhea, this same black substance had appeared on his skin, probably as a result of his body expelling toxins.

  It seems this stone is also a treasure, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.

  Recalling the halo of light reflected by the stone in the copper mirror, I couldn't help but take out the copper mirror and look at it again.

  I hadn't looked closely before, but now that I take a look, I find that the bronze mirror is becoming more and more new, without any ancient feeling at all. The unknown ferocious beast and bat on the mirror seem even more vivid, as if they are about to jump out of the mirror. The mirror itself has also become strange, it used to feel quite thin, but now it feels like the bronze mirror has a thick and ancient aura, giving people a sense of vicissitudes that have been through the ages.

  It seems that this copper mirror still has many secrets that have not been discovered. Not only can it see the inside of plants and trees, but it can also see treasures underground, which is simply against the sky. This thing cannot be known to others, otherwise it will cause a disaster.

  He put away the copper mirror, took out a round fan, and washed off the dirt on his body in the bathroom. He didn't know how many times he had washed, but remembered using two bars of soap, scrubbing until his skin was almost torn, before finally washing away the stench on his body.

  After washing, I also washed the little dog and cat by the way. Otherwise, sleeping with them all day would make their bed a dog and cat nest with all the hair.

  The little dog is obedient and doesn't mind being washed no matter how it's done. The kitten, on the other hand, struggles with all its might and won't let itself be washed.

  In the end, Song Wen had no choice but to use his trump card and cut a small piece of red sausage for it to eat.

  This little guy, as soon as he saw something to eat, was busy gnawing away over there, and didn't care about washing up. No matter how much Song Wen washed or scrubbed, it was all pointless, as he just wouldn't let go of the red sausage.

  In Song Wen's opinion, this little guy must have been a starving cat in his previous life, otherwise he wouldn't be like this.

  After finishing the bath and coming out, the sky was already bright.

  After finishing breakfast, he originally wanted to go up the mountain to cut down bamboo to build a greenhouse, but thinking that Huang Xiaojun was coming to take him to treat trees for people today, he didn't go. Instead, he took a small basket to pick osmanthus flowers from the old osmanthus tree by the lake.

  Yesterday, I wanted to pick some, but that baby ruined it for me. He even threw a piece of cow dung at me and called me "uncle". What uncle? No matter how you look at him, he's just a handsome young man, not an uncle at all! That kid has no taste!

  Song Wen muttered to herself as she arrived at the lake, suddenly remembering something that felt very wrong.

  He remembered the large white snail he had picked up in the city last time, and it seemed to be engraved with "Baby's Little Love". He thought to himself, "It can't be that coincidental, right?"

  Thinking of this, she hastily took out the large white jade snail and looked at it carefully. The five big words "Baby's Little Love" were clearly visible, and she thought to herself that this baby might not be just any ordinary baby. If so, she had better be careful, as this baby's temper was not easy to deal with, and it would be best if the white jade snail did not catch her eye.

  He had originally wanted to build a pond in the backyard to raise white jade snails, but after hearing that the baby was coming, he had to temporarily dispel this idea. Otherwise, if she saw them, she would say that these snails were all her little darlings' babies, and that would be unbearable. Although it's true, he wouldn't have to spend time or effort raising snails anymore!

  He didn't even think that he just casually threw a snail into space, what time and energy did he have? Deceiving ghosts to bite tigers.

  Song picked a big basket of osmanthus flowers and took them upstairs to dry. Just as she had spread them out, she saw Huang Xiaojun driving over, so she hurriedly went downstairs.

  He didn't have much to bring either, so he just took a few glass bottles and syringes that were used to hang the old Osmanthus tree last time, and then followed Xiao Jun.

  On the shaded path, both sides are lined with green trees, occasionally flashing a patch of lychee sea, and sometimes there is also a bamboo forest.

  Nanzhou is based on agriculture, and these scenes are nothing out of the ordinary.

  In fact, farmers who engage in agriculture are the poorest. In recent years, the economy has been good and agricultural product prices have been high; otherwise, relying on growing vegetables and fruits for a living would have led to starvation long ago.

  The horse galloped swiftly, trees on both sides retreating backwards like frames of a movie, one by one, piece by piece, a life unfolding.

  As soon as they got on the bus, Song Wen felt that he had nothing to say to Huang Xiaojun, so he closed his eyes and rested. Huang Xiaojun was biting her teeth beside him.

  Just as I was about to kick him awake, the phone rang suddenly.

  "Hello."

  "Huang Xiaojun, what's going on with that friend of yours? Are they still installing streetlights or not? How come there's been no response for several days?"

  As soon as the phone was answered, there were loud noises coming from inside. It was Ruan Yunna, Huang Xiaojun's sister. She had been waiting for Song Wen's response for days and didn't know his phone number, so she called Huang Xiaojun to ask. To be honest, if it weren't for Huang Xiaojun's face, she wouldn't have asked at all. This time, she didn't make any money, just a friendly price.

  "Let me ask for you."

  Huang Xiaojun then pushed Song Wen awake and asked, "Why haven't you replied to Ruan Yunna yet?"

  "Ruan Yunna? Reply, what reply?" Song Wende had already forgotten who Ruan Yunna was and asked in puzzlement.

  "It was that day I brought you to install the streetlights, didn't you forget about installing the streetlights?" Huang Xiaojun kindly reminded.

  "What's with the streetlights? I'm in charge of the streetlights." Ruan Yunna said irritably on her phone.

  Song Wen suddenly remembered that there was such a thing, and hurriedly said: "I'm really sorry, I've been busy these two days and forgot. Tonight I'll take a look, if it's possible, I'll invite her to come over and install it tomorrow."

  "Unexpectedly, Auntie is so beautiful, and someone can forget, it's too hurtful to one's self-esteem."

  Ruan Yunna listened to his words on her mobile phone, let out a melancholic sigh and hung up the phone.

  Huang Xiaojun almost burst out laughing, but seeing a boy in the car, she had to hold back a bit.

  The car continued to move forward, and after a while, it left the national highway and drove onto a small country road. Although it was called a country road, it was actually an asphalt road, only slightly narrower.

  Before long, the car stopped in front of a spacious villa.

  Song Wen looked ahead and saw a European-style villa hidden among the dense trees, with tall and short trees, red and green leaves, and colorful flowers, looking beautiful and magnificent.