As he said, Qiu Pengju introduced the old objects all over the house again.

    Indeed, they are all ordinary things, but they each embody the glorious history of Mr. Qiu. Almost every small object can tell a story.

    If the story behind each thing is told, Mr. Qiu’s achievements in this generation will be almost done!

    "Yuejin, tell me why I choked with Xue Xiang this time."

     Mr. Qiu sat down on an old rattan chair with an old cotton jacket and asked a question exactly the same as Qiu Pengju.

    Indeed, the older generation has been in politics for many years and is well versed in the art of politics, which is a compromise.

     What Qiu Yuejin did this was a mistake in their eyes.

       is going to compete for me. Is it necessary to set up a strong enemy for myself like this?

      Fortunately, Qiu Pengju asked me just now, and Qiu Yuejin was mentally prepared. He was not stupid enough to give himself any high-sounding banner. He just tactfully admitted that he was both young and handsome, and was jealous of his heroes.

     This time he made mistakes and confessed his mistakes, which was indeed more acceptable to Mr. Qiu.

     The master snorted coldly: "You are in your twenties, and you have no idea what you did this time. Do you know how stupid you are?"

    Qiu Yuejin was timid and did not argue.

    Quan wrapped his coat, "I haven't seen the Xue family, but I have heard that Mr. Ji and Mr. Nan talk about it. They are angry and praise him for being a young man together. This shows that he must be a very outstanding young man. Since they are all young people, why can't they work together and have to make a fuss like this? I don't want to hear what a hero is jealous of you. He doesn't even have any mind at all. He is nothing but a villain jealous of you!"

     Seeing that Qiu Yuejin was scolded by the master as soon as he came up. Qiu Pengju raised his mind to protect his calf and continued, "Dad, don't say it, Yuejin may not be wrong this time. What is Xue Xiang's appearance? We all know that when Yuejin first came out of the cottage, he beat the master to death. If he was wrong, it may not be a good thing for us."

     "At the time, the old man of the Xue family suffered some setbacks this time, which may not be a bad thing for him. After all, the Xue family has been in great momentum in recent years. We will grind the Xue family this time, and they should thank us. Of course, the best thing is the reaction of the master and several other families this time. With this foundation, we may not be able to be together in the future."

    "Hehe..."

    Mr. Qiu seemed to have heard a funny joke, but his eyes became more and more harsh in his laughter. "I'm so angry? Haha, second brother, you're thinking too much. You're very optimistic and can always regard suffering losses as taking advantage of them."

     "You are really helping those families? It's just that you two idiots are charging forward, and they help beat the edge drums. It's like farming and harvesting grain. It's yours. It's yours. It's yours. When you get a harvest, you're the one who's unlucky. They're the one who's in trouble. They're the one who's out of luck. They're the one who's out of luck. They're the one who's out of the way. At this moment, you can still think about the same-sex branches. Should I say you're big-hearted? Or are you narrow-minded?"

    Qiu Pengju nodded cowardly. In an instant, sweat oozed out of his forehead.

     trained the two for a while. Mr. Qiu's expression improved slightly and he slapped his crutch: "Okay. Now that things have come to this, it's useless to say these things, but you two have to remember them. In the future, whether you are an official or a person, you must be down-to-earth and square. Especially remember that it is better to be silent than to be silent. Silence is like gold. This is definitely not unreasonable. There is another sentence, the rafter that stands out will rot first. Isn't the Xue family in front of you a living example?"

      After saying that, the master stood up and waved his hand, "Go and go, don't stand here and get annoying," It's really not worry-free. My old man is so old that he still has to worry about you two!"

       said, then turned back to the bedroom in the inner room.

    ………………

    The land of China in September should be the harvest season. All over the country, in farmland, on hillsides, orchards, golden rice turns into waves, fruits hang on branches, scholars, farmers, industry and commerce are all busy.

     The golden autumn of the plum garden has a unique charm.

     The park has lush bamboos and forests, and the pines and cypresses are green and green. They are arranged along the stream in an orderly manner, each with its ingenuity.

    The gurgling flowing water, just like many years ago, was a natural interest.

    The most eye-catching thing is still the vast rice fields beside the stream.

     The plump rice ears gather into the sea, and under the sun, the light leaps gold.

     Indeed, in the eyes of farmers, aren't these golden particles more expensive than gold?

      played bridge with his old friends for a while in the morning.? The old man who has seen Xizheng will mostly return to Meiyuan to live for a short time. If there is nothing wrong, he will not even want to return to the core of power - Nanhai.

     In his spare time, he reads newspapers at home, and then asks five old friends to play chess and bridges. His daily life is fulfilling and peaceful.

     But in the past two days, the good times of the long history have had to be interrupted.

    The people who come to visit him, no matter where the topic starts, the last footnote will always fall into the bustle of Shuzhong, the old elder's hometown.

     As I heard a lot, I gradually became troubled.

     Originally, every bridge battle lasted for one day, but after playing a few games this morning, the elders lost interest.

      bid farewell to several card friends, put on her coat, put on rubber shoes, and carried a sickle. He went to the field and cut the valley for half an hour. After some hard work, he sweated slightly and felt much calmer.

     Wind back to the bathroom, took a hot shower, changed into a clean Shiny shirt, put on a pair of linen Zhongshan pants, stepped on comfortable old Beijing cloth shoes, carried the fishing rod, and sat under the old willow tree beside the pond west of the yard.

     The pond is not big, two acres square, without any special carving, it is the most ordinary farm pond. The dams on all sides are purely made of mud. The water in the pond is very clear, but it is not bottomed out, which shows that the water in the pond is very deep.

     The pond is full of lotus leaves, and the leaves are very high in water. In Zhu Ziqing's words, the skirt of the dancer is like Tingting's dancer. At this harvest season, the red lotus flowers and green lotus pods like small cups can be seen everywhere.

    The water surface is lively and the water is busy. Among the dense aquatic plants, frogs and cicadas are chirping, fish and shrimps are playing, which is very uncomfortable.

      Lao Chang first dough into the pond to spread the wine lees and rice bran smell. Later, he chose the right place, then put the fish hook and leaned against the tree quietly.

      Not long after, the fish float half floating in the pond was like the head of an insomnia patient who had been in a long time, sinking from time to time and struggling to float up.

    This is a sign of fish biting and eating. Old man held his breath and concentrated, and before he could move, there was a shout behind him.

    "Brother Cai, please, you haven't been here for some years. I'll do it all year long."

    The sound was the Southern Comrade. Sure enough, not long after, the tall Southern Comrade bypassed the camphor forest, arrived at the pond, and shouted to the old man from afar: "Dad, see who is coming."

        said, and left the person behind him. Cai Xingtian, No. 1, the Shuzhong Provincial Committee, whose temples were slightly frosted and his face was cold.

    "Look good."

     After a thunderous moment, Cai Xingtian stood attentively and saluted the elder.

     The old man pointed to the smooth bluestone by the pond and smiled and said, "Oh my god, I haven't seen you for a while. You're here to sit down."

      After saying that, he stared at Comrade Nanfang again and said, "Why are you quarreling at the hook? You are so angry, why are you doing this morning?"

    "Dad, if you want to eat fish, it's not easy? I'll call two soldiers to come and go down one net, enough for you to eat for a week." Comrade Nanfang joked.

     Cai Xingtian sat on the bluestone and smiled, "I'm afraid I don't want to eat fish for a long time. It's the meaning of the drunkard is not wine, but between the mountains and rivers. This is to cultivate sentiment and cultivate one's character."

     Comrade Nanfang seemed to be waiting for these words, and he received a smile: "Since it is to cultivate sentiment, not care about fish, only the mountains and rivers, then if you can catch fish, it's just the same thing, why bother to get angry at me?"

    "You are young."

     The old man was so angry that he laughed and threw the fishing rod. "I really regret calling you back. I haven't seen you produce any research results in the Academy of Social Sciences over the years. I've seen your urge to go and go, and ask the kitchen to prepare meals. At noon, don't leave, eat together."

       As the old man stood up and looked for the oleander forest not far away. The southern comrade winked at Angel Cai Xing and left alone.

     Cai Xingtian hurriedly stood up and trotted over to follow him...

    The peach forest is deep, with green grass cushions on the ground, water flowing under the stream, orioles sing on the bottom of the flowers, Lao Chang carried his back to face the sun, and walked slowly forward, Cai Xingtian followed with care, and his eyes occasionally flew over the lower part of the left outer auricle on Lao Chang, wanting to see the clues from that.

     As mentioned earlier, Cai Xingtian is also a person with roots and feet.

     , however, his roots are not elsewhere, and he is here in Lao Chang. If not, how could he have been able to change his own way and occupy the No. 1 position in Lao Chang's hometown until today?

   It turns out that Cai Xingtian was one of the old guards. Comrade Nanfang was familiar with him since childhood. Cai Xingtian’s hometown was Xingsi, and Comrade Nanfang called him “Brother Cai” since he was a child.

     Later, because of the old elder's job, Cai Xingtian went to the local army. After decades of ups and downs, although many of them were favored by the old elders, Cai Xingtian's career was very smooth.

      But because of various relationships, over the past decades, the number of times the two met was clearly counted with one slap.

      The number of elderly people focuses on relationships. For nearly half a century, love is a weightlifting. This is also the fundamental reason why Cai Xingtian knew that Mr. Xue was not taking him seriously.

      Because of careful calculation, Xue Anyuan's qualifications were far inferior to him. If it weren't for him, Cai had transferred to the local area to work before liberation, and when he was awarded the title in 1955, he would have been a lieutenant general.

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     He glanced at several times, but the master's ear trembled, and his heart was slightly calmer. (To be continued)

    

    

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