Reborn in the 1980s: Nine Stunning Beauties Get Pregnant Before Marriage

Standing at the warehouse door, Director Li recalled what the bureau chief had said to him and a few other veteran comrades when they went to a meeting in the county a few days ago:

"The recent policy direction from above is not right; there needs to be a major crackdown on public security."

He didn't take it too seriously at the time. He'd seen a lot of ups and downs over the years, and every time it was all bark and no bite.

But the director's next words forced him to take them seriously.

"Let me tell you something: there are already documents circulating at the higher-ups, and this time it's not just talk about cracking down on criminal activities."

"Especially those village bullies and thugs who run rampant in the countryside and oppress the people, we will catch them and punish them severely without any leniency."

Thinking of this, Director Li glanced at the room where the people were being held.

He knew perfectly well how many rotten things those two brothers from Jinjiatun had done over the years.

Previously, due to insufficient evidence and the large and powerful population of Jinjiatun, it was difficult to manage if a disturbance broke out, so the matter was dragged on indefinitely.

This time, they are in the eye of the storm, and the evidence is conclusive.

"Xiao Zhou, bring the police car in," Chief Li shouted, preparing to take everyone back to the police station.

"Wait a moment, Director Li, I still need to go to the site to make some notes. I need to go and check the logging site. Just having timber isn't enough; we need to confirm the location and quantity of the felling, and whether it really crossed the boundary." Huang Guolin was very conscientious in his work.

Yang Dahai interjected, "I have difficulty moving around, so let Yongqiang take you."

Huang Guolin stuffed the measuring tape into his bag and looked at Chen Yongqiang: "Comrade Chen, could you please lead the way?"

"No trouble at all," Chen Yongqiang replied, went back to get his hunting rifle, and led Huang Guolin toward the back of the mountain.

On the way, Chen Yongqiang kept thinking about the ancient tree on the back mountain.

"Comrade Huang, I have something to ask you."

"Go ahead," Huang Guolin said, without putting on airs.

Chen Yongqiang rarely ran into someone from the forestry bureau, so he naturally seized the opportunity: "There's a thousand-year-old tree on our back mountain that almost died from a pest infestation. It's recovered a little now."

Do you have any methods to make an old tree bloom? Or any ways to save it?

Huang Guolin slowed his pace: "A thousand-year-old tree? That's quite rare. After we finish our business, take me to see it. Some ancient trees look like they're about to die, but if we treat the pests and diseases and take care of their root systems, they can actually recover."

"Let me take you to see the forest first, so as not to delay our business." Chen Yongqiang was not in a hurry.

"Alright, let's take care of business first." Huang Guolin followed Chen Yongqiang and continued walking up the mountain.

The two walked up the mountain path and arrived at the location of the mountain god temple halfway up the mountain.

Chen Yongqiang went in as usual to offer incense to the mountain god, while Huang Guolin stood by and watched without saying a word.

Chen Yongqiang lit the incense, stepped back, bowed three times to the mountain god, and then turned around.

"Comrade Huang, would you like to offer incense as well? People in the mountains believe in this; they always ask the mountain god's permission before going up the mountain to cut down trees or gather herbs. You can also tell the mountain god if you have any wishes!"

Huang Guolin was a government employee who received a scientific education and never believed in these superstitious and ghostly things.

But after looking into Chen Yongqiang's eyes and then at the mountain god statue, he nodded.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do." He took the incense from Chen Yongqiang, and following Chen Yongqiang's example, bowed three times to the mountain god. After silently reciting a thought, he put the incense into the incense burner.

Chen Yongqiang watched him finish the whole thing. The man wore glasses and was very polite; he looked like he was cut out for an office job.

But when he offered incense just now, he didn't do it perfunctorily at all; he prayed earnestly, even more sincerely than some villagers.

Chen Yongqiang had a good idea of ​​what was going on; he knew this person was someone he could get along with.

Just then, a system notification sounded in my mind:

[One new pilgrim has been added; 100 points of Blessing will be awarded.]

He immediately realized that Huang Guolin's three incense sticks from earlier actually counted.

Chen Yongqiang remained calm and, with Huang Guolin in tow, continued towards their destination.

In the past, those who came to burn incense were mostly the old and young people in the village. He thought that only locals could burn incense effectively.

Unexpectedly, Huang Guolin was also recognized as a "pilgrim" by the system.

One hundred points of blessing. Not a lot, but not a small amount either.

The key point is that this shows the range of worshippers is wider than he thought. People from other places and city dwellers alike, as long as they sincerely offer incense, it counts.

"Comrade Chen, how much further?" Huang Guolin asked from behind.

"We're almost there, just over that hill." Chen Yongqiang snapped out of his reverie and focused on leading the way.

After walking for a while and passing through a thicket of mixed trees, Chen Yongqiang pointed ahead and said, "Comrade Huang, this is it."

Huang Guolin followed and stood on the slope looking down.

The hillside was a mess, littered with tree stumps left after logging.

He walked quickly down and looked around at the traces. The tree stumps varied in size.

Chen Yongqiang followed behind him: "A total of seventeen trees were cut down, all of them mature fir trees."

Huang Guolin counted each tree stump one by one.

He counted slowly, stopping at each tree stump to kick away the surrounding weeds, carefully observing the location and size of the cut, and then making a note of it in his notebook.

When he counted to the seventeenth, he drew a few more lines on the notebook to mark the approximate location.

"Are they all freshly cut?" he asked.

"Yes, it happened recently. Jin Lao Er and his men went up the mountain at night, cut down trees, and transported the trees away overnight."

Huang Guolin nodded and put away his notebook: "This evidence is solid; they can't deny it."

After collecting the evidence, Chen Yongqiang looked at the sky; it was still early.

"Comrade Huang, come on, I'll take you to see that ancient tree." He said, pointing in another direction, "It's right on the edge of the cliff ahead, not far."

Huang Guolin put the notebook into his bag and followed.

The two walked deeper along the ridge, and the path became narrower and narrower.

Chen Yongqiang walked ahead, using a machete to cut the vines blocking his path, glancing back at Huang Guolin every now and then, worried that he might fall behind.

After walking for more than ten minutes, a huge rock protruded from the mountain, like a hand reaching into the air.

A huge ancient tree is rooted in a crack in the rock, its trunk so thick that it would take three or four people to hug it.

Huang Guolin looked up and saw that some tender buds had already sprouted from the sparse branches.

There were several insect holes on the tree trunk, which were blocked by clumps of mud. This was done by Chen Yongqiang using traditional methods.

Chen Yongqiang stood beside him and said, "I heard from the village elders that this tree is at least a thousand years old. I used to pick its fruit when I was a child. But it's not doing well these days; it's getting worse every year."

Huang Guolin pointed to the tiny holes on the tree trunk, "Look at these, they were left by longhorn beetles. The beetle larvae burrowed into the trunk and ate the wood, hollowing out the heartwood. This tree is lucky to have survived this long."

Chen Yongqiang's heart tightened: "Is there any hope?"

Huang Guolin looked at the tree crown for a while longer: "We need to check the roots. If the roots are okay, there's hope. If the roots are rotten too, then there's nothing we can do."