First, such an old revolution must have a strong influence in the local area. Second, according to this person's resume, he is a good party member who seeks benefit to the people...

With these two overlapping, Mr. Xue felt that he could not do anything he could do.

"Yubin, where does Comrade Wang live in!" Xue Lao stood up.

Dai Yubin said in surprise: "Long, you won't be visiting him now, right? It's almost twelve o'clock."

"Old comrade, I'm old, I'm afraid I don't have that much sleepiness. Maybe it's better to go there now."

Speaking, Mr. Xue had already walked to the wooden bed, picked up his military coat, put it on his shoulders, took the flashlight from the wooden box beside the bed, and stuffed a few batteries into his pocket.

Seeing Mr. Xue's actions, Dai Yubin knew that he could not dissuade him, so he said "later" and rushed out of the door.

Ten minutes later, Dai Yubin, with a head full of snowflakes, ran in, "I asked, I'm about twenty miles away from Laobiwan."

It is obvious that Dai Yubin is unwilling to run away from Xue Laoye, because that is a job that has suffered.

"It's snowing?"

Mr. Xue was obviously more interested in Dai Yubin's snowflakes, "Okay, you stay at home, I am as strong as a cow, you can't stand it. In ancient times, there was a romantic atmosphere in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Wang You visited Dai at night. Now, Xue Xiang made a contribution to the people and visited Lao G at night. Wang You returned when he was full of fun. I will never return until I achieved my goal!"

Speaking, Mr. Xue picked up the four potatoes in the brazier, put them in an old canvas bag, grabbed them in his arms, and then ran out of the door.

This is the first snow since the beginning of winter in the southwest. The snow is not heavy, fluttering, and willow catkins are sprinkled, occasionally one or two pieces of it penetrate into the neck. It only feels light, without feeling the bones, and it melts gently against the skin. It will never gather into a stream. It will trickle down.

Mr. Xue refined the fascia and was naked and snowy, and was not afraid. He had strong eyes, and even the night was dark. With a slight light, his eyes could penetrate the slightest, and he never turned on the flashlight at all.

Speaking of which, Mr. Xue insisted on walking alone, and in addition to not wanting to let Dai Yubin suffer, he also wanted to waste as little time as possible.

The night was dark and it was hard to see the light. Mr. Xue crashed into the darkness and walked out for a long time, away from the house, and his feet were steep and fast.

At this moment, the snow had already covered the ground, which was quite wet and slippery. If an ordinary person walked on the snow in this dark night, he would have fallen into a dilemma.

But for Mr. Xue, the night sky and snow under his feet are the best props. The former covers his body, while the latter promotes speed.

But when Old Xue saw Old Xue's legs trembling at a frequency that was so fast that he could not see them, his feet could not be moved, but his whole body was floating on the snow like a ghost

Jumped over the high slope and rushing down to the low point. Old Xue seemed to press the most agile sled with his feet, and he had a thousand miles in a flash.

Originally twenty miles away, it was sunny and sunny, and it was better to travel. No matter how fast an ordinary person was, he had to travel for at least an hour.

But it was Mr. Xue's turn. In just over ten minutes, he almost drew a circle around the 8,000-acre Yunjinhu, and Lao Biwan was already looking at him.

Two minutes later, he entered the village. Old Xue was stunned. Then he remembered that he didn't know where Comrade Lao Wang lived.

Now it is early morning. In the middle of winter, it is difficult for anyone to close their doors and sleep in bed while hiding in bed.

As the snow became more and more urgent, Mr. Xue circled around the village, but he didn't see a household with lights on. When he was depressed, his thoughts changed and he began to sway in the village again.

It turned out that Old Xue was quick-witted and understood the key in a flash.

Just imagine, Comrade Lao Wang has such a status as his eighth, old People's Liberation Army, old Revolutionary, and family backgrounds can't be simple.

Of course, it is not easy to say that his family is not simple, but not to refer to Comrade Lao Wang, but he must have lived in the most luxurious and spacious house in the village.

Instead, in this era, military families and retired cadres must have special signs on the lintel, just like the military families, and the martyrs will be bent on the door, and with Lao Wang's resume, the door will not fall.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, Mr. Xue saw the red honor sign of the national model of labor on the door frame of a low house nearest to Yunjinhu at the west end of the village.

This is very consistent with Wang Erwa's resume, the national model worker column. Mr. Xue has already concluded that this place must be Comrade Wang's residence. After all, national model workers are of high value this year. How many national model workers are there in Shu?

Finally found the right place, Old Xue breathed a sigh of relief.

But without breathing evenly, Mr. Xue was deeply shocked again. The low house in front of him was no more than twenty square meters at most, short and small, and it was still a soil structure. If it weren't for a fence in front of the house, it would have been barely expanded to the overall area, and the whole house would have nowhere to be seen.

"Wow, wow..."

Old Xue stopped outside the fence, and a big yellow dog suddenly jumped out of the low cloth shed beside the chicken coop, with a chain tied around his neck and barking at Old Xue.

"Now, I'll stop calling myself."

Sure enough, Old Xue's thoughts fell, and with a creaking sound, the door opened, a thin shadow, put on a coat, and stood at the door, "Which one is it, it's all this, can anyone make a fuss again? Go, just say what I said, everything will be left until tomorrow morning, it's snowing, can I freeze my old man to death..."

When the man left the house, Mr. Xue felt familiar. When the man said that, he suddenly felt extremely familiar. When he looked closely, he secretly exclaimed that the old man was not the day when he rode his bike back from the scenic area. He was full of resentment and encountered the old farmer who was working in the fields while working on the moon.

"Representative Wang, it's me, Xue Xiang from the New District Management Committee!"

Xue Xiangyuan shouted, although the wind was loud, the shouting was like a thread, and it penetrated straight into the old man's ear.

"Xue Xiang in the new district", if the person on the opposite side is an ordinary surname, he would be confused, but the old man on the opposite side is a politician. As soon as Xue Xiang's name came into his ear, the old man knew who it was. He stepped out of the house, tightened his coat, and walked towards the fence door.

"It's cold, it's midnight again. You are the secretary of the new district. You are not burning fire at home to cover your quilt, facing the wind and snow. What's the matter? I'm just an old man, but I can't help you. You can rest here and just one night. Let's leave tomorrow morning..."

The old man opened the fence and put Xue Xiang in, whispering constantly while urging him, as he seemed to be not welcome to Xue Lao.

"Old man, it's you!"

Fang Xing arrived at the door and saw the light. Mr. Xue pretended to be awakened and exclaimed in surprise.

The old man was shocked and looked at Old Xue's face intently. He was stunned for a long time and said, "It's really you, hurry up and fast..."

It is indeed easy to do things for acquaintances. Even if they meet one thing, it is easier to communicate with than those who are strangers.

What's more, Mr. Xue gave the old man a good impression that day, especially after Mr. Xue left, the old man took out half a pack of cigarettes from his military shoulder bag. It was the kind of card he had smoked with him at that time. In this way, where the half pack of cigarettes in this shoulder bag came from, it was self-evident.

It must be said that at that time, the old man also guessed Xue Xiang's identity as a cadre, but he didn't expect that this young man was the famous bandit secretary in the new district.

Puff, puff,

Xue Xiang bounced the snow on his body and swept the left and right around the house, saying in surprise: "Old man, you can't do this. It's cold and you don't even have a brazier. What's wrong with that!"

"What's so great? Put a few more bundles of straw under the bed, prepare more empty water bottles, boil a pot of boiling water at night, and cover it into the quilt. My old man was sweating when he slept!"

Speaking, the old man held a broken enamel tank and placed it on the Eight Immortals table with his legs facing the wall. The steam rolled up, "Take a few sips and warm your body. I really didn't expect you to be Xue Xiang. Now I can say that I'm here to find me old man. Why is that going on!"

Xue Xiang drank the water from the porcelain jar and wiped his mouth, saying, "To be honest, I saw your old situation tonight when I was sorting out the files. I think there is such an experienced, experienced and contributed old comrade in the new district. I, the unqualified new district squad leader, should come and see. One is to visit you. The other is that the situation in the new district is complicated and the work is difficult to carry out. I want you to keep checking it!”

The old man smiled, and a cunning flashed in his eyes, "I'm just an old man. I did work in the early years, but I have retired for many years. I have only had the ability to farm. What are the policies and policies? Ask me, it's like asking nonsense. By the way, didn't you say that you came to visit me specifically? Since it's a visit, it's hard to keep your hands empty. To be honest, there are many leaders who have visited me, but I still don't have time to come to my door."

Old Xue was surprised and thoughts changed. He reached out to his waist, pulled out a cloth bag, and put it on the Eight Immortals table, "Look at what you said. Since you are here to visit, how could I be empty-handed? A mere polite gift would not be respectful or respectful!"

"Forget it, just kidding you, you're serious..."

I wanted to make things difficult for Xue Xiang, but I didn't know that Xue Xiang came prepared. When he saw the gift, the old man was panicked first. He waved his hands repeatedly and stuffed the cloth bag straight into Xue Xiang's arms.

"Okay, don't want it, I won't give it to you. You are the same as the legendary one, and your reputation is well-deserved. I'll take it back, take it back!"

Speaking, veteran Xue took the cloth bag into his arms, reached into his bag, took out a charcoal-black potato, peeled off the skin, and instantly, the heat was so hot that the room was filled with sweetness.

Twenty miles away, Mr. Xue arrived in just over ten minutes. At that time, the potatoes that were out of the brazier were immediately rolled into a cloth bag and stuffed under his coat. In addition, Mr. Xue's body was no different from Xiao Yang, so the roasted potatoes at this moment were like a square in the pot.

Mr. Xue was eating slowly, while eating, smacking his lips while stuttering, as if he was eating it as if he was extremely delicious. (To be continued)

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Chapter completed!