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Chapter three hundred and forty second death

    The hills are not high, and they are only seven or eight meters away from the lower one. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are a small slope. The hills are only long and slowly extend and rise. The farthest place seems to be connected to Cuiping Mountain.

     In other words, the asphalt horse in front of you, which connects the 301 Provincial Daodejiang section and the 201 National Highway Shu section is actually a mountain passerby.

      both sides of the Gong. The hill opposite the Qiu Yuejin stood is more like a landslide lake. After a dozen meters, it is a landslide lake covering an area of ​​over acres formed by the Minjiang River diverted into the bay.

     The lake is not wide, but the lake is deep, so even a man who is good at swimming cannot get the bottom.

    There are many mountains in Shu, and it is not easy to open up fields. There are naturally fields with water. Therefore, many terraces were cut along the hills, all relying on the irrigation of this lake.

    The deep lake is hanging on the edge of the public, but no one points out the dangers in it.

     After all, if there is continuous cloud, the rain will surge and the lake will overflow, and it may flow backwards.

      is only an important matter for this public and an important hub for communicating the two main roads. The Minjiang River is vast and manpower is to force the river to divert its route, unless the province has the determination and courage of the national Ganxia Dam and spends a lot of manpower and material resources. It is purely a fantasy to do this.

      No matter what the reason, this dangerous landslide lake continues to exist. There has never been any danger in the past few decades. Instead, it irrigates the terraces under the hill year after year. Over time, people remember that it is the moisturizing of this lake, so how can you see any harm?

      Obviously, Qiu Yanei saw the trick and then had an idea.

      It was late autumn and the weather was getting colder. Qiu Yanei was wrapped in a thick military coat and stood in the air outlet. His face was still trembling with his blue teeth. His hands were inserted into his pockets, and his whole body was almost curled up.

    This is the first time Qiu Yanei has come here and stands and looks out. The first two times he came in a hurry in the night and returned in a hurry. He seemed to be afraid that others would find out.

     But this time, he stopped for a long time and covered his cover very tightly. His military coat and otter fur hat were like hunters who were about to enter the old forest in the northeast in the cold winter.

    Yes, this place deserves the greatest attention of Qiu Yanei Betting. Sherlock Holmes has almost turned it over. He has never found a useful method. However, the ancient saying is that reading thousands of books is worse than traveling thousands of miles. It played the most important role in the last critical moment.

     Searching all the geographical maps, Qiu Yuejin finally got a glimpse of the last hope here.

     Thinking about it all, Qiu Yanei asked himself that he had made a complete plan. When a small red flag suddenly erected on the hillside, he waved it twice. Qiu Yanei felt a sense of heat for no reason. The burning made him hot all over, and the cold wind that was coming from the mountains became casual.

     Suddenly, Qiu Yanei straightened up and said silently in his heart, "Why do you need to bury your bones? Life is the end of this! Go well, Xue Xiang!"

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      Meiyuan, Anfutang.

    This is a newly built large tile house, leaning against the east end of Raotian Qushui.

     The sun is the most sunny every day, and for the elderly who are afraid of the cold, this is a good place to spend the winter.

     Afternoon, the old man leaned on the rattan chair that the guard had already arranged. He got up and took a nap.

     rattan chairs are placed beside several clusters of willow branches, and the warm sun passes through the gaps of the willow branches. It not only ensures the temperature but also does not be too dazzling.

     The thick wool cushioned wicker chair is covered with a layer of lynx skin soft coat. It is thin and not pressed down on the body, and is breathable and warm, making it most suitable for the elderly to have lunch breaks.

     Originally, after lunch every day, I took a few steps and lie on this rattan chair and would fall asleep quickly.

     , this day was very weird. After dinner, the old man walked around the front and back of the house for five times, and he was not at all sleepy.

      forcibly lying on the rattan chair. I thought I would fall asleep while lying down. I never thought that the more I lay down, the more complicated I felt, and I felt a little anxious.

     This feeling makes the old man very surprised.

    Yes, what else is there to him in this world and what else hasn't experienced before.

     After all the difficulties, it is the most difficult time, and the old man is calm and happy and faces it.

     This inexplicable anxiety really made the old man curious.

      Just as the old man was about to get up, he heard a noise coming from the rocks along the stream on the left, among which the voices of the comrades from the south were the loudest.

     "Uncle Wu, Uncle Shi, Uncle Feng, Uncle Wei, and Brother Ge Yang, Brother Pengcheng, if you have anything to come to see your father now, he is resting... Don't believe it, look, aren't the master sleeping under the tree there?... According to me, if there is anything, you guys can make the decision. The master has been hiding in the plum garden. Isn't the picture just a purity? Why are you guys not satisfied with such a small request?"

     Comrade Nanfang complained, but his feet were not slow at all.

     His one-man show is addicted to acting, and the old man suddenly sat up, "Comrade Southern, don't be silly, yang, your performance skills are really not enough. You like acting. OK, tomorrow you can go to work at the National Theater or the Bayi Studio."

       As the old man lifted up the soft fur coat he was wearing and walked over to everyone.

     His words made Comrade Nanfang hurriedly hid in the back of the people in two steps.

    "Lao Nan, don't say that to Xiao Fang, it's yours. If you didn't take this laziness at the beginning, there would be no such things as you should have. What should you discuss should be a result, otherwise it will be difficult for people to settle..."

    Wu Mr. Wu happily took the matter.

     "What kind of people are hard to settle for? I think it's too much to worry about the sky. How big a matter can it be missed? I'll emphasize again. I just have one opinion. For some comrades who have always performed well and worked hard, I don't ask for full blame. The cause of the Party and the people, as well as the future succession force, need such comrades to protect them. That's it, you can discuss it. No matter what the result is, I will obey the organization's decision!"

    The old man's tone is not very good.

    Indeed, in recent days, he has been a little sad about the troubles caused by the National Day celebrations that day.

      Home to date, even the old man himself has to admit that his decision may have been really abrupt.

    In the eyes of some people, a routine has become a signal of inheritance, and this huge storm has been created for no reason.

     In the past, after the old man made such a clear statement, it was basically the final result.

     However, this time, the old man finished speaking, but it seemed that the topic suddenly ignited, and the discussion continued.

      At the moment the debate was about to fall into heat, not far away, the roar of the engine suddenly came.

     At this time, everyone stopped arguing and looked at the sound with surprise.

     Indeed, it is not surprising that there is an engine sound elsewhere, but this is Meiyuan, how can cars be allowed to drive in here?

     After seeing the license plate clearly, everyone became more and more curious.

      Not long after, the car was approaching and Comrade Guoguang almost rushed down. Before he could stand firm, he spit out a shocking news.

    Xue Xiang is dead!

    As soon as this was said, he threw a giant bomb into the field without hesitation.

     Even the crowd in the venue, all of whom have experienced the vicissitudes of life and have experienced the ups and downs, were shocked by the news.

     The old man shook his body. If the Southern Comrade had not seen the opportunity quickly and ran over to support the old man, I really wouldn't know how unexpected would have happened.

     In terms of this, Xue Xiang is just a small person. At least on the scene, he is a small person. Even if he is young and talented, he is a veteran who is handsome in the party and unparalleled in the country. It is nothing at this level.

      And, all of you in the field were flying from a cannonball, and the warriors rushed out of blood and fire from the rain of bullets. How could they act like this because of the death of a young man?

    The reason is that each has its own thoughts and shocks. In short, it is nothing more than a kind of category.

     One of them is like the elders, who cherish his talents. I am afraid that only they know how capable Mr. Xue is. Not to mention that Mr. Xue performs his duties, he has revitalized the achievements of one economy in all regions. After all, if the economy is alive, it is not a big deal to be at the national level.

     The key is that it can be copied by others. The greenhouse vegetables and hope feed in Kuanshantun have almost all been built. The most amazing thing is the pilot of the rural contract responsibility system, which can be said to have completely solved the debates among senior management and eventually became a new agricultural model promoted nationwide.

     Of course, what the elders value most is to make achievements in theory, be able to develop an economy, and at most a local leader. After all, the more you reach the top, the more you need a view of the overall situation. When this view of the overall situation rises to the end, the theory is formed and becomes an indispensable political wisdom to solve major problems.

     Many cadres lack this overall view and theoretical literacy. Undoubtedly, Xue Jiaxiao is an expert in this area.

     The great discussion on truth, the fundamental and reform of capital and society, the theory of socialism, and the dual system of one country. Whenever the critical moment comes, the Xue family will always have arisen.

      Such genius talents, the elder vaguely believed in his heart that this was a gift from heaven.

     The great honor given to him since childhood was that he climbed the tower a few days ago. In front of everyone, the old man didn't talk much to anyone, but only joked with the Xue family. This is a reflection of his importance.

     But now, this talented talent who made great achievements has gone with the wind without warning, which is simply unbelievable to the old man!

     The two are those old men who obviously have conflicts with the Xue family. Their mood is complicated. On the one hand, they cherish the loss of talents like the elders, and on the other hand, they feel different in their hearts.

     The one is completely involved in Xue Xiang's death itself. Is it an accident or a long-planned plan? Could it be another shocking case?

      Soon, sad, entangled... Everyone's attention re-answered the starting point of the question, Xue Xiang's death!

      Is it a conspiracy? Or an accident?

     Inadvertently, everyone's minds unconsciously turned to the latter. (To be continued)

    : Let me say that on New Year's Day, Jiangnan gets married, there will be many accidents this month, so the update cannot be stable. Comrades, please forgive me. In short, Jiangnan should try to update stably in the morning and night, thank you!

    

    
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