Early the next morning, when Mu Yi came, the head of Ke's township gave him a task. He asked him to follow Shamalari to the lower village to investigate the matter of "stealing to cut down trees." It was said that early this morning, Valado

The leader of the second group of the village asked someone to go to the countryside to report that many trees as big as bowls had been cut down at the junction of the second group and Erhakou.

Mu Yi felt strange, so he asked Ke's township chief, "Boss, why do you want to go with Shamalari?"

"He's a ranger".

"Oh." Only then did Mu Yi know that this Shamala day was also a "forest ranger". After coming here for more than half a year, this was the first time he knew there was a "forest ranger".

"Boss, what do we need to do when we go down?"

"You just need to go down and figure out the situation first. As for other matters, we will discuss the situation after you come back."

Mu Ben wanted to have some food before going down, but Shamalari had already come to urge him to leave. There was no way. He couldn't let him wait until he had eaten before setting off slowly, right?

The two left the township government and rushed over the mountains to the second group. They talked very little along the way. The main reason was that Mu Yi had a really bad impression of this Samara Day in the past six months.

This Shamala Day, he is not usually very industrious. His wife is basically doing the farm work at home. He has set up two billiard tables at home and also sells some bulk wine. But his barrel costs 100 kilograms.

Heavy liquor can be sold for one hundred and twenty kilograms, or even more. This does not mean that he is "short of kilograms," but "the portion is sufficient." The main reason is that he mixes some water into the purchased wine.

Sell. This is why fellow villagers say the real "secret" is that the wine at the bottom of the mountain is more intoxicating than the wine at the top. Their favorite thing to say is: "Oh, you can drink two or three kilograms of wine in the mountains without getting drunk, but you can drink a kilogram of wine at the bottom of the mountain."

I'm so drunk."

Shamala usually invites some idle people to play cards, gamble, sell wine, and drink at home. When going to the market, some young people will come to his house to play billiards. A game charges 50 cents, which is some income. Logically speaking,

Such a family can still live an easy life in Valado. However, this Shamala is not a wife-loving owner. Whenever he loses money in gambling, he will beat her wife. It is as if her wife made him lose money.

Same.

Anyway, everyone can tell whether he is losing or winning by looking at his wife. If his wife is only scolded, it means he is neither losing nor winning. If he is not beaten, it means he is winning a little; if his wife is smoking a cigarette, then

That is, he won a little too much, felt happy, and gave his wife a cigarette to smoke. If he was scolded and lightly beaten, such as a slap or something, it means he lost, but not by much; if you look at

Seeing that his wife has a bruised nose, a swollen face, and disheveled hair, there is no need to guess, he must have lost.

Because his family lives just outside the township government, they are neighbors to Sister Jike’s family. Look at Sister Jike, she is a widow with three children. One son has graduated from college, and two daughters are still in high school.

Look at this Samara Day again. His son is herding pigs, and his daughter is working in the fields with his wife every day. However, he is dressed neatly and his leather shoes are shiny. He looks more like a cadre than the cadres in the countryside.

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The two came to the second group and found the group leader and accountant Buha. After everyone said hello to each other.

Mu Yi asked: "Buha, it is said that a lot of numbers here have been hacked. Is it a lot? Is the situation serious?"

Buha: "It was the team leader's kid who was herding pigs yesterday and found out when he accidentally walked there. A lot of trees were cut down. I didn't count them in detail. I just knew about this situation and hurriedly called someone to report it to the government early in the morning.

Already."

Mu Yi: "Then let's go take a look quickly. Can you find the place?"

Buha: "Only the team leader's son can find the specific location. I just know the general location."

Mu Yi: "Team leader, can you please call your son to lead us?"

Team leader: "No problem."

Shamala: "Have you had breakfast?"

Mu Yi: "No. What about you?"

Shamala: "Oh, I left early. I haven't eaten yet. Anyway, the tree has been cut down. It doesn't matter if we go there early or late. I'd better go after breakfast on the hour."

Look."

Mu Yi actually wanted to go and find out the situation immediately. After all, he had not seen the "scene" with his own eyes. He only heard what everyone said about the situation. And judging from the conversation just now, except for the team leader's son, no one else had been there.

"Scene". So, I was still a little unsure about what the scene was like. But looking at Shamala's appearance, he had made up his mind to "eat" before going. Mu Yi thought about it and forgot about it. He was also hungry.

This is my first time working with Shamala. Please respect him.

Buha: "Then go to my house. I'll kill a chicken."

Mu Yi: "Forget it Buha, don't bother. Just cook some potatoes and eat them to fill your stomach."

Shamala: "How can this be done? I am a township cadre, so when I come to Varado, why do I need a four-legged pole?"

Seeing Shamala's serious face, it didn't look like he was joking. This made everyone a little embarrassed.

Mu Yi didn't want to cause trouble to Murakami at all. But this Samara always used himself as an "excuse". Mu Yi was really angry. "Is this all for work or for food?

"

Buha looked at Muyi and then at Shamala.

Shamala switched to Yi and kept talking to them. He couldn't understand a word he said. He could only stand there and worry, waiting for them to finish talking.

Mu Yi asked Shamala: "What did you say to them?"

Shamala: "I didn't say anything. I just told them to kill a small pig and not to mutilate a very big one."

Mu Yi was very angry.

"Buha, if you listen to Shamala and kill the little piglet, then I will turn around and leave immediately. I will never come to your second group again."

Shamala looked at Muyi with a somewhat surprised and puzzled look: "Then you won't go see how the trees were cut down?"

Mu Yi: "It doesn't matter. You can just go and see it? Anyway, there are you, Buha, and the team leader. With three people and six eyes, we should be able to see everything clearly."

When Shamala saw Mu Yi, he got angry. He quickly softened his words and said, "Oh, I was just joking. I didn't expect that you can't take the joke."

Buha: "Stop talking, stop talking. Everyone is stopping. Just listen to me and just kill a chicken. One of you is a forest ranger and the other is a contract cadre. You are all my friends. Kill a chicken."

Let’s not talk about the chicken. Everyone is here for work. The village can still afford it. Even if it doesn’t cost the village, I can afford it myself. If you don’t eat it, you are looking down on me, Buha.”

Mu Yi: "Let's do this. Killing the chickens won't work for a while. Let the team leader call his son to lead the way. Let's go see Shuzi's condition first. We'll kill the chickens at home. Wait until we come back.

The meal is almost ready. Let's go back and eat."

Shamala: "Okay! Let's arrange it this way."

Everyone came to the scene. It was clear to the naked eye that the trees everywhere had been cut down. It was indeed a bit distressing. Everyone counted carefully and found that a total of seventeen trees had been cut down. Each tree was about the size of a small bowl.

Big and small. I really don’t understand how anyone would cut down such a big tree. It can’t be used to make strips or make any wood. It would be a pity to burn it as firewood. The key is that almost all of these trees are in

The area more than one meter above the ground was cut in half. Only three trees were cut down, and the rest were still lying quietly next to the tree stumps.

Mu Yi: "Lari, Buha, who do you think did this?"

Shamala: "I guess it was the people from the second group who did it, because people from other places wouldn't come so far to cut down trees secretly."

Buha: "I think so too."

Mu Yi: "Then can you find the person who cut down the tree?"

Shamala: “We searched one house after another, and I didn’t believe we couldn’t find them.”

Mu Yi: "We are not the police. Do we have the right to search? Moreover, if the person who stole the tree split the tree into firewood, how can we identify it as a stolen tree?"

Buha: "That's right. So what should we do? We can't just let the bad guy go. If we ignore him, he will definitely continue to cause damage in the future."

Shamala: "The key is to fine him. A fine of 50 yuan for a tree is 850 yuan."

Mu Yi was also thinking, yes. If he ignores it, he will continue to chop in the future. So what should he do? His mind was thinking quickly.

"Does anyone else know this news?" Mu Yi asked.

Team leader: "Apart from us, we are the ones who bring the message."

Mu Yi: "Then you quickly go to the person who brought the letter and tell him not to tell anyone else about this information. We all pretend not to know about this situation. Then Buha, team leader, you have to work hard and arrange it for you.

During this time, the children or you yourself will take turns to move around the woods every day. Hidden secretly and observe secretly. Watch for a week to see if you can catch the person who comes to the tree."

No one could think of a better way for a while, so everyone accepted this method.

Team leader: "Then if someone is caught, is there any reward?"

Mu Yi looked at Shamala Ri. "Is there any reward for La Ri?"

Shamala Day: "If the fine is paid, a certain reward can be given according to the amount of the fine."

Everyone returned to Buha's house for dinner. Mu Yi felt a little unhappy. He only drank some soup and ate two buckwheat buns. He returned to the countryside with Shamalari.

On the way. Shamala: "Why don't you eat chicken? Whether you eat it or not, they will write in the account, 'Treat Mu Yi and Shamala a chicken.'"

Yes. There are also people who are written as "entertain ХХХ a cow", "entertain ХХХ a sheep", "entertain ХХХ a pig and two hundred eggs"...
Chapter completed!