Jian Yunxi followed the crowd towards the disputed land, the July sun burning the back of her neck.
Ji Ming took out a tape measure from his briefcase and began measuring seriously.
At the edge of the field stood a crooked jujube tree, with knife marks all over its bark.
"This was planted by my great-grandfather!" Old man Zhang patted the tree trunk, "When I was eating in the cafeteria in 1958..."
"Bullshit!" The man in camouflage kicked the tree root. "My grandfather planted this tree in 1962!"
The crowd suddenly became agitated. Jian Yunxi looked up and saw two young men pushing each other, and one of them picked up a shovel.
Judge Wang shouted, his voice like thunder, calming the crowd: "Jianguo! Li Weidong! You two are veterans. Are you setting an example for your fellow villagers?"
Jian Yunxi suddenly understood what Judge Wang meant by "stay vigilant" - in this place without the solemnity of a court, the law is like weeds on the ridge of a field, and one needs to bend down to see the signs of its growth.
The mediation finally satisfied both parties. As the sun was setting, Jian Yunxi realized that he had not eaten lunch, but he was not hungry at all.
On the way back, the Santana was filled with tired silence. Ji Ming muttered to himself in his notebook: "Article 127 of the Property Law..."
And no one knew what Jian Yunxi was thinking. No wonder Judge Chen said that he still had a lot to learn.
She looked at Judge Wang again. He looked so kind, but he was able to stop a violent conflict in Daliushu Village. The villagers seemed to trust him very much. How much effort did he put in behind the scenes?
After taking a shower in the evening, Jian Yunxi looked in the mirror and found that she had become much darker that day. The video call she had agreed to with Lu Yang was cancelled because the professor added an experiment at the last minute.
Jian Yunxi glanced at the last conversation between the two, which stopped at around 3pm Beijing time:
"Yunxi, how was your trip to the countryside today? Are you tired?"
"It's OK. It hasn't been resolved yet. Judge Wang is in charge of the communication. Another intern and I just need to take notes."
"Okay then, be safe, and try not to get heat stroke."
"I know. Don't worry."
"The professor has informed us that there will be an experiment tomorrow morning. I guess we have to cancel the video call we agreed on. I'm sorry, Yunxi."
"It's okay, just do your thing."
Jian Yunxi lay on the bed, his fingers on the mobile phone keyboard, typing, deleting, typing, deleting, and finally leaving a message.
"I'm already in bed. Everything went well today. You should also work hard. I'm going to sleep. Good night Beijing time, good morning San Francisco time..."
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