Huy picked up jackfruit seeds, rambutan seeds, and mango seeds, put them in a plastic bag, and went to the corner of the yard. Contrary to popular belief, it did not put it in the trash, but carefully tied the bag and put it close to the lemon tree, where there was shade and moisture from the faucet the whole family used to wash hands and feet when coming home from work. – Why did you leave it without putting it in the trash? – Yes. Leave it there, I’ll take it later. Later, when the whole family took a nap, Huy took the book out and laid it on a cloth hammock tied under the acorn tree in the corner of the yard, a memento of the time when he was in the army. The afternoon was strangely quiet, only occasionally heard the sound of the wind blowing the flags planted on the side of the road. Huy turned each page of the book, reading attentively. When his father’s car took the whole family to the supermarket to buy things, Huy looked out of the window. – Daddy! Stop the car! – Stop the car for what? How are you?” – Dad, just stop for me! Mr. Tam pulled the car over to the side of the road. Huy put his hands on his stomach and stooped down. It says quickly: – I’m waiting for you! I go to the other side! Looking in the direction it pointed, Mr. Tam was a bit bewildered. – You go to the forest? What are you doing? – No… He pulled his hand close to his body, crossed the road and came to the place where the B40 wire fence circled around the city parkland. Huy heard from his father that this forest has existed since the city was founded. The area of ​​​​a few dozen hectares of land with some remaining forest trees is located in the center of the city. Ba Huy is an employee of the Provincial Urban Environment Company and together with other uncles and aunts protect and take care of this forest. Since Huy went to kindergarten, every time he went to school, his father drove him here. Coming from the sunny road, people will feel cool because the sunlight has to filter through the canopy of large mother-of-pearl rows by the roadside. At noon, the sun was so intense that the dark green leaves were shining as if they were about to fall. But under that tree, the air is still cool, and people’s eyes are also less dazzling. Ba Huy and the aunts and uncles in the team still often water the trees, fertilize and guard the forest. As a result, plants grow very quickly. Once, Huy asked to follow his father to wade into the forest, but his mother did not allow him to follow him because he was afraid that the grass would cause itching and “make him tripped up”. Only at the beginning of last year, the city began to rebuild the gate and renovate the amusement park, preparing it for visitors. When he passed by, Huy liked that his father walked slowly so that he could see the green trees. It kept imagining that in that forest there would be squirrels, rabbits… living. Then maybe in it there will be a murmuring stream with schools of fish swimming around. Huy collected the bag in his hand and climbed through the fence of B40 net. It looked around. Here it is. Between the two rows of trees, there is a trench in the ground that people make an incision. Probably to sprinkle the plants with compost. He picked up a dry branch, poked a few small holes, and put the seeds in the bag. Hearing the car horn, he threw the remaining seeds into the trench, picked up some hay, and then crawled through the fence to get out. – You want to be a planter? Dad asked with a funny voice. It was a bit unexpected. How do you know it buried tree seeds? – Mom told dad. Huy’s mother spoke confidently when she met his questioning eyes. – When I saw you holding a bag of seeds, I guessed it. – Yes. He spoke softly and looked at his mother with grateful eyes. Whenever he did something wrong, his mother would gently remind him. Dad is always strict. It’s so tight that sometimes it’s confused not knowing if I did what my father said or not. Also, my father used to make fun of it. Therefore, he did not dare to tell his father about the fact that he buried the bag of tree nuts in the forest. This idea came to him with a group of uncles and aunts in the project of rural book chemistry, and then “Journey across Vietnam books and trees” to donate to the library a secondary school in a remote district. The leader of the group (heard to be a very good doctor) said that every time you eat a fruit, you should throw the seeds into the fields along the stream, along the hill, along the road to the field… Who knows, tomorrow will grow a tree and the forest will grow. flourished from there. His words reminded him of the woods where his father worked. Once during extracurricular time, the teacher in charge showed a video of the city seen from above. Between the rows of high-rise buildings is a beautiful green forest. So it kept smoldering in my head, I would collect tree seeds to plant in it. It dreamed that one day the tree that grew from the seed it sowed would grow. It will go there to visit and take pictures for souvenir. – Oh, so cool! A small voice right next to my ear. It awakens. – Did you just plant seeds? Why not let me plant together! What are you laughing at? Still smiling, he put his arm around her shoulder and gently: – Yeah, I planted the seeds. Tomorrow, the forest will add more trees for more shade. Next time you let Ut plant together. – Enjoy, like! Then a few days later I came to see how the seeds grow, Mr. Hai hen! Remember to take us in, Dad! – Yeah! His father laughed and said. Mother put her arm around the shoulders of the two brothers. Dad glanced at his mother. The two looked at each other with sparkling eyes. His father turned on the music player button. “Forest! I’m back …” – the clear, cheerful melodies softly sounded… . Bich Thiem’s ​​short story

Tran Trinh Huy (1900 – 1974) was the third son of Mr. Tran Trinh Trach, the richest landowner in Bac Lieu. Mr. Trach has 7 children including 3 boys – Tran Trinh Dinh, Tran Trinh Huy, Tran Trinh Khuong – and 4 girls. All 3 sons are notorious playboys, but the most prominent is still Uncle Huy. Prince of Black, Prince of Bac Lieu Tran Trinh Huy Uncle Ba Huy was born at a time when Mr. Council Trach’s estate was at its peak. Ba Huy’s childhood and childhood lived completely in luxury. Throughout the day, Uncle Ba was pampered and played to his heart’s content. Studying was not interested by Ba. However, when he was growing up, he had to meet the fashion trend of young people to study abroad in France, so Ba Huy asked his father’s permission to study abroad. With the concept that the surface field is not equal to giving his son a letter, Mr. Trach Council tried everything to let Uncle Ba go on the road. After three years in a foreign land, Uncle Ba returned home. In order to welcome the return of his son to be worthy of the family routine, Mr. Trach Council from Bac Lieu to Saigon went to the car company on the corner of Charner (Nguyen Hue) – Bonard (Le Loi) to buy a new car. Although the family’s old Ford is still in use and is the coveted dream of many people. Uncle Huy’s car. This car is currently on display at the Bac Lieu Prince’s showroom Looking at the council man with his grandmother’s clothes, with the … countryside with a faint smell of rice, the car salesmen showed disdain. Regardless, the councilman told his companions to choose the most luxurious, best and most expensive car for him. He sat in that car. Cozy, comfortable. Satisfied, the councilman pulled out the mound and opened it. Countless piles of money made the car salesman roll his eyes. After buying a car, the car was on duty at Nha Rong wharf to wait for the train carrying his son from France to return to the wharf. Uncle Ba Huy ashore to get on a new car next to it, carrying parents and relatives back to Bac Lieu. The car, driven by Uncle Ba Huy, ran at a fairly high speed, making the people sitting in the car tremble with fear. Sitting in the car, the council asked about his learning situation, he calmly replied that he only likes to learn to fly a plane, learn to dance, learn to drive as well as travel to visit farming. of the French. He also did not mention that he left the capital of light a French wife and a half-blood child. Unlike Bach, because he loved the stage, when he went to France, besides having fun, he also approached the Western stage, Ba Huy only focused on agriculture. Uncle Ba accumulated a little capital for farming, so he was then assigned by the council to look after the estate. However, being not interested in the job, Uncle Ba immediately hired a Frenchman to look after and manage the land and gardens. In his spare time, he indulges in playing, leaning with love affairs, going crazy with red and black animals… Compared with the king Going to Bac Lieu to meet the elders, you can hear anecdotes about . This anecdote follows the waterfall anecdote that makes the story of Ba Huy even more vivid. The story is told that after being assigned to manage the estate by his father, every time he visited the field, his father wore a cravatte vest and sat in a Ford vedette. In areas that have to travel by water, he uses canoes. At that time, all vehicles on the river were rowing. His father’s canoe to visit the fields powered by a machine is indeed a rare image in the countryside of Bac Lieu. Moreover, every time he plays sports, he uses a Peugeot sports car. This car was in the South at that time, in addition to his father, only one other person used it, King Bao Dai. Legend has it that in this world, Uncle Ba is not inferior to anyone, including kings. So whenever King Bao Dai had something, Ba Huy got it, including an airplane. The small plane was bought and brought back to Vietnam. Thanks to his time in France, he learned to fly, so Uncle Ba is a pilot who controls the plane every time he visits the field. King Bao Dai’s plane was purchased with public funds. Only Bac Lieu’s son is the only Vietnamese who owns a private jet. The reputation of Bac Lieu’s son’s way of life and play resounded throughout the land of Cochinchina. He lived in harmony with farmers, understanding the plight of farmers. He is willing to reduce rice, write off debts for special circumstances. He also enjoys playing. Once he flew a plane to visit the fields in Rach Gia, he went to Ha Tien. The scenery of Ha Tien was so beautiful that he kept wandering around in the sky until the fuel gauge ran out, he had to land at a nearby airport. Unfortunately, that airport is in Thai territory. Thai authorities impounded the plane and then fined an amount equivalent to 200,000 bushels of rice. Mr. Trach Council had to mobilize a rather long group of boats to carry rice to Thailand to pay the fine to welcome his son back. A newspaper at that time named Le Courrier Saigonnais also published information about this aircraft purchase event. The expression “Bac Lieu’s son” was born in the early 20th century to refer to the children of rich people who are more interested in playing than in learning and working. At first, this idiom was just to generalize about the rich children in Bac Lieu, but later on, because Ba Huy’s play performance was so outstanding, everyone understood that when it came to this word, it was referring to him. Prince of Bac Lieu Tran Trinh Huy is a special phenomenon that is probably difficult to find a second person in this world.