Angelica Root Resolves Major Contradictions

The grain-drying field shared by Chen and Yang villages has a striking white line in the middle, dividing it into two areas, one on the left and one on the right. Each area is filled with three piles of angelica medicinal materials, neatly arranged.

The two great secretaries each took charge of one side. The two groups of people who had just been fighting fiercely separated calmly after entering the scene and stood back in their respective village camps.

"You're here at last." Secretary Chen saw two people following Shen Roujiao and immediately stepped forward to greet them.

Secretary Yang rolled his eyes and shook Boss Cui's hand first, "Welcome, welcome. We have been waiting for you since this morning. 600 kilograms of angelica root are arranged according to grade. Come and have a look at the goods first!"

As he was about to pull them to the pile of medicinal herbs in Yang Village, Secretary Chen stopped him with both hands and said with a curled lip, "Why should we look at your village first? The angelica in our village is not bad either."

"Old Chen, everything should be based on first come, first served. It is obvious that our village has sorted out the goods early, so it is reasonable for us to be taken first. You wait at the back." Secretary Yang pointed at the old man opposite with the pipe in his hand, with a layer of impatience in his eyes.

"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. It was our village that first planned to pile up the herbs here, and you came here after seeing it. How can you lie with your eyes open?" Secretary Chen refused to give in.

The two old men started quarreling again.

Boss Cui turned around and glanced at Shen Roujiao and Hu Zi, his eyes showing shock, confusion and a bit of helplessness.

"If you keep making noise, we'll leave. Boss Cui is here to collect herbs, not to watch you fighting and quarreling." Hu Zi raised the list of herbs in his hand and shouted.

He receives goods in the shop all year round and has seen all kinds of people. The most direct way to deal with those with bad tempers and who are not easy to deal with is to be even more difficult to deal with than them.

It worked. The sound disappeared immediately.

"Sister Roujiao, get to work." Hu Zi handed the herbs to Shen Roujiao and pointed to the largest pile of angelica in the field, "Start from here."

Shen Roujiao took out a pen and followed Brother Huzi. The villagers also gathered around and saw Huzi pick up a half-dried Chinese angelica and knock it twice in his palm, leaving only some loose soil without any lumps of dirt. "Clean."

Because angelica has many roots, it will inevitably carry a lot of soil when dug out. In order to increase the weight, some vendors of Chinese herbs only remove the outer layer of soil when drying them in the sun, and intentionally leave the soil wrapped around the roots inside.

Hu Zi rubbed the skin of the angelica with his thumb. "Color: dark brown; large head, strong root." He put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. The smell was strong. "Strong medicinal taste." He broke off a small piece from the root and put it in his mouth to chew. "It has a medicinal aroma, sweet aftertaste. It's spicy. Grade one, 4 yuan each."

He spoke one sentence and Shen Roujiao recorded it.

Hu Zi pointed at the herbs in front of him and asked the villager next to him, "Have you weighed them? How many kilograms are there?"

"300 kilograms." Someone in the crowd replied.

"Come out, some people, help us weigh it." Hu Zi patted the dirt on his hands and motioned to the strong man who stood up to move the scale over.

The strong men looked at each other, but no one dared to move. It turned out that the scale was placed on the boundary of Yang Village, and the land belonged to someone else.

Boss Cui smiled and shook his head, and then he talked to Secretary Yang in a gentle voice: "Use them for a while, and then I'll return them to you. There are so many goods to sort out, and we can't waste time."

Seeing that Secretary Yang didn't say anything, Hu Zi shouted, "Go and move it. What are you waiting for?"

Grading, weighing, bagging, loading... all 1,200 kilograms of angelica were settled according to the unit price and weight, and Chen and Yang checked and signed for the payment on the spot.

The amount of several thousand yuan sold at a time was much higher than the wages when they lined up to receive their work shares. Seeing the villagers of Chenyang making money, they were so happy that they not only didn't complain, but also asked each other how much money they could get. It didn't seem like they had just had a fight.

"Girl, thank you!" Secretary Yang came to Shen Roujiao's side without knowing when.

When I saw the dishevelled little girl in the fighting arena, I thought she was just joking. I never thought I could get the money so quickly. Then I thought back to what Lao Chen said, "You obviously have a man's heart, but you were born with a cute girl's face. It can't be wrong to do things with you." It seems that there is some truth in it.

"Miss, uncle thanks you too." Secretary Chen stood on the other side of Shen Roujiao. This girl sent by God really helped them. Although the relationship between the two villages has not completely improved, many things have changed quietly.

To be honest, after playing for more than ten years, I am really tired and annoyed. But I am too stubborn and don't want to admit it, press the pause button and say sorry.

"I think I know why your two villages are always fighting." Shen Roujiao held the hands of the two old secretaries and led them to the center of the field. The villagers also looked over curiously.

"After the herbs are sold, look how clean our place is. The villagers from your two villages are careful and conscientious in their work. They don't cheat or play tricks. The herbs are clean and there is no fake or fake. They take everything seriously. That's why you have been fighting for so many years. You really fight with all your heart."

Her words made everyone laugh, and the two secretaries shook their heads in embarrassment. "But if we can avoid fighting, then don't do it. Good times are coming. Our two villages should put their minds away from fighting and use them to develop medicinal materials. The new county chief wants to vigorously develop the economy. This Boss Cui is the king of medicinal materials in our Yunnan-Yunnan region. If we follow him, we won't have to worry about not having a good life."

Shen Roujiao held the two secretaries' rough hands together, and the scene fell into deep silence. Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted "OK", followed by a few sparse "OK", and then the whole audience said "OK".

The two secretaries held each other's hands tightly, put aside the face they had maintained for many years, and talked to each other.

"Still fighting?"

"Stop fighting!"

"Okay, no more fighting."

No more fighting! These three words are probably the most beautiful words Shen Roujiao has heard in this period of time.

That day, villagers from the two villages saw the three of them off and walked very far away. A truck drove slowly in front, and the villagers followed behind, waving their hands and never letting go.

Many times, Boss Cui leaned out of the car to rush them back. In the end, Boss Cui's eyes were red. "Everyone has suffered for too long, and when they encounter a little bit of happiness, they open their hearts and souls. It makes me sad to see it."

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When Zhou Huaiyue received Shen Roujiao's letter perfectly resolving the conflict in Xidou Village, Nanshan Village welcomed the first snow of winter.

The snow fell heavily for several days, not heavy but lightly covering the roofs, treetops and wheat fields, like a veil shrouded in mist, light as a cloud of sorrow, beautiful yet sour.

Because of the snow, the speed of letters became slower and slower, and the winter seemed even longer.

Many times, Zhou Huaiyue was in a state of anticipation, imagining what Shen Roujiao was doing every day and what new things she encountered. The words she sent to him became better and better. Zhou's father often praised her for her talent. Sometimes Zhou Chuzhuo would also write a few words and send them out together.

Zhou Huaiyue painted many pictures of that cute little fox in various shapes, postures and expressions. Each one was lively and adorable. Its eyes seemed to speak when it looked at people. He would send a new painting every time, and the letters became thicker and thicker.

Shen Roujiao found the joy of opening a blind box from Zhou Huaiyue's letter.

Hey, what is this?

Oh, and this one.

Ha, I like this one.

The things they share, trivial and complicated, delicate and daily, many beautiful moments will replay in my mind like a movie.

In the past, Shen Roujiao always talked about happy and fun things. She was good at reporting good news instead of worries. At least Zhou Huaiyue always felt that she was living a happy life.

But the letter I received in late December was very different.

Shen Roujiao cried as she wrote the entire letter. There were many curled-up dots on the letter paper, making it uneven and bumpy, as if the writer's ups and downs in mood had traveled across the paper, full of sadness and grief.

Zhou Huaiyue felt distressed after reading it and wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he didn't know how to say it. When his words fell on the paper, they turned into a stiff line of words: To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself.

Wang Jianxin, dead.

He committed suicide by hitting his head against the wall in the detention center.

Although Gu Changgeng repeatedly comforted Shen Roujiao that Wang Jianxin's death had nothing to do with her lawsuit, she herself could not get over the hurdle of filing a death lawsuit.

The Shen family hated Wang Jianxin, but not to the point of death.

I just want to seek justice and make Wang Jianxin pay the price for his actions. That's all.

But unexpectedly, he really died.

Before his death, Wang Jianxin kept saying that he was wronged, saying that he only cheated the Shen family and never thought of killing others. Shen's mother's departure had nothing to do with him, it was two aunts in the village who forced her away. And the bus driver, whom he had been writing letters to report, deserved it, and the crime committed by the driver should not be pinned on him.

He did not frame the bus driver.

He didn't kill those two people.

He didn't kill anyone!

The much-publicized bus rollover case: the driver lost control of his emotions, causing a traffic accident, resulting in two deaths and one serious injury. The case was closed with the major suspect Wang Jianxin committing suicide.

It all started on a morning in early August. After Wang Jianxin finished his breakfast, he packed his things and waited at the entrance of the village for the bus to town.

The weather was particularly hot and there were no trees on either side of the road. Standing in the sun, Wang Jianxin felt dizzy and soon he was sweating profusely.

The bus that usually arrives at the village entrance at 9 o'clock has not arrived yet at almost 9:30, and there are more and more people waiting for the bus, three, five, or even ten people.

When everyone was waiting and starting to curse, a car came in slowly, packed with people. As soon as the door opened, everyone squeezed in desperately, leaving Wang Jianxin, who didn't have the strength to squeeze in, at the end of the line. But as luck would have it, he couldn't squeeze in at all, and there was no room for him to sit.

Wang Jianxin asked the driver to open the back door so he could squeeze in. If he missed this bus, the next one would not arrive until 2pm, and he would have to wait for most of the day.

He walked to the back door of the car and banged on it.

After all, he failed to get on the bus. Wang Jianxin was sulking as he watched the bus drive away. He was drenched by the sudden heavy rain that came without any warning. When he finally ran home soaking wet in the rain, his hair wasn't even dried yet, and the weather cleared up inexplicably, as if the rain had conspired with the bus driver to deliberately bully and embarrass him.

After being caught in the rain, Wang Jianxin felt uncomfortable all night. He stayed in bed at home for three days before he recovered.

The more Wang Jianxin thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt that the driver was deliberately targeting him and making trouble for him.

So, every once in a while, Wang Jianxin would write letters of complaint to the bus company, accusing him of using his power to deliberately make things difficult for the passengers, causing him to not only fail to get on the bus but also get caught in the heavy rain and become sick, requiring him to pay 10 yuan for medical treatment.

The bus driver was questioned by his superiors many times because of this incident. Every time he said that the passengers couldn't squeeze in because the door was opened, so it was not his fault.

However, because Wang Jianxin was too persistent and the reports were increasing, the leaders decided to suspend the driver from work. On the last trip of the bus, the driver got distracted by anger and fell into a ditch, causing a tragedy.

Afterwards, when a case was filed against Wang Jianxin, unsent letters were indeed found in his home.

He admitted to writing the report, but insisted that the other party was at fault, and that the driver deliberately did not open the door and did not let him get on the bus. The conductor who knew the details died in the accident, and no one could prove his one-sided story. In addition, he fabricated too many things to frame the Shen family, and had too many criminal records, so no one believed him.

Desperate Wang Jianxin reaped the fruits of his own actions and chose to defend his innocence with death with hatred and guilt.

On the third day after his death, the bus driver was discharged from the hospital on crutches. The first thing he did when he got home was to light three incense sticks and put his hands together and said: Don't blame me.