Just as he was thinking about it, Dingling, Dingling, the phone on the table rang. Xue Xiang looked up and was amused. He picked up the phone and smiled and said, "Little baby, what are you eating?"

The reason why Xue Xiang can only determine who to call is naturally due to long-term training... It turns out that since Xue Xiang returned to Xiaoshan County, every day when lunch and lunch are on, the little guy always calls and harasses her. Usually when she holds a bowl and picks up the dishes, she calls and eats while calling, as if Xue Xiang has become her appetite.

"Hehe, listen well, there are cold broccoli, fragrant tofu, braised carp, roast goose legs, and my favorite red fruit..."

After reporting the menu, a chewing sound came from the phone. Xue Xiang knew that the little guy was eating and that the little guy had the name of the dish, but it was in her bowl, because every time she came back to pick up the food, she would report it again.

"It smells so good, my brother is drooling..."

"Hehe, don't worry, don't worry, I remember everyone. I chose a big bag and I have someone sent it to you. You can wait and collect it. Remember, the black bag is for you and the red bag is for Sister Xia. Don't make it wrong..."

Although the little guy only stayed in the Xia family yard for a few days, he had a relationship with the Xia family girl. Every time he chatted, he would always ask Xue Xiang a few words, especially the pile of rags she collected last time, which made her even more worried. He always told Xue Xiang to tell the Xia family girl not to sell it and to sell it together when she came next time.

Xue Xiang smiled and responded, coaxing her to eat quickly, but the little guy said he would eat more and less. Xue Xiang was so anxious that he asked her about her situation. Now, the little guy was completely silent. He said he would pick up the food and ran away.

Xue Xiang knew that the little guy was studying in the second grade in a small school in Yangcheng. Xue Anyuan said that the little guy was doing high-quality education, and he received students who had undergone rigorous tests. I guess the little guy would not be able to keep up with the class. In fact, Xue Xiang may not agree with any high-quality education. He knew that this was the beginning of the score-only theory in later generations. He didn't want the little guy to become an examination machine, but this was chosen by Xue Anyuan, but he was not easy to argue about.

Xue Xiang was thinking about when he would find an opportunity to have a good talk with Xue Anyuan, and the little guy's voice came from the receiver over there: "Oh, the food is not good this time, it's all meat. I won't report it anymore. It's all my fault for eating all the broccoli and red fruits. Not only she ate it, she also picked up a lot of that beautiful brother, which is really irritating..."

Xue Xiang knew that the little guy was talking about Xue Lin and Xu Cuihuang. The two had already made a marriage contract. The little New Year's Eve got married before the New Year. At this moment, they lived in Xue An's distance. Xue Xiang used the time to have dinner with the little guy, but he talked with them several times.

"Be careful that my sister will beat you up when she hears it!"

"Hmph. I'm here, and I don't dare to hit me. Last time I broke the big vase at the door. My elder sister scolded me. I told my elder sister that in the evening, my elder sister scolded her. Hehe, my elder sister is so nice to me! Everyone is better than you..."

He mumbled and spent more than half an hour on Xue Xiang's meal. Finally, he coaxed the little guy to hang up the phone. Suddenly, Xue Xiang remembered Xiaowan and Xiaoyi in Beijing. He called home again, but it was Lei Xiaotian who answered it. It turned out that Lei Xiaotian, Chen Fosheng, and Zhu Shijun led a group of people to eat hot pot at home. Xue Xiang talked with these people for more than ten minutes before talking to Xiaowan and Xiaoyi.

But Xiaowan, although Xiaoyi and his brother call were not as hard-working as a little guy, they were quite a lot. Xue Xiang also knew the situation of the two. Xiaowan was already a tall student now and was busy all day long. Xiaoyi was half a big deal, and she was playing crazy. Fortunately, Xue Xiang asked Lei Xiaotian to take care of her more, but she didn't cause any trouble.

After talking to the siblings, it took a few minutes to tell them to pay attention to their diet and clothes. After saying a few words of encouragement, Xue Xiang hung up the phone.

As soon as Xue Xiang hung up the phone, Chu Zhaohui came in with a food box. The lunch Chu Zhaohui brought back for Xue Xiang.

The lunch was as rich as usual, with two meats and two vegetables, and the color, fragrance and smell. Xue Xiang took the food box, spread out several newspapers on the desk, picked up the dishes and feasted. Xue Xiang was already fierce in eating, and after a moment, he asked him to eliminate all the things in the food box. "Chaohui, I see, you don't have to go to the cafeteria to get food by yourself next time, so I'll just use it with me. Why bother running around like this?"

Xue Xiang has invited Chu Zhaohui to have a meal more than once, and Chu Zhaohui is always making excuses for various reasons, but this time, it is no exception.

Seeing that Chu Zhaohui was sincere, Xue Xiang stopped persuading him, took the tea he handed over, took a sip and said, "Chaohui, are you also from Matou Village?"

"Yes, County Magistrate, are you still thinking about Qiaokou Village?" After getting along these days, not only Xue Xiang has a good impression of Chu Chaohui, but Chu Zhaohui admires Xue Xiang very much, and is naturally very close to him. He doesn't have so much concern when he speaks. "County Magistrate, as I say, don't think about it. The situation in Qiaokou Village is basically what I said, just to divide the land to the households, and the scoundrels of the two households involved, Kong Erlang and Yan, are both famous village tyrants and gangsters in Matou Township. Originally, these two people had occupied a lot of good land in the village. Who would have thought that they were not satisfied, and they all set out to have a good land on each other, so they made a big mess, causing Minister Song to send Captain Gao of the militia brigade to enter the village for martial law..."

"Chaohui, although I am not a rural person, I have been in the countryside. The farmer looks down upon him. In fact, they have the most self-esteem in their bones. That day, I witnessed it with my own eyes. Twenty peasants kowtowed on the hard stone, and were bleeding. How could it be that a few acres of land be occupied? There are twenty people. Even if Kong Erlang and Monk Yan are so domineering that you are talking about, they dare to occupy several acres of land of these twenty people. Would you think the local owner be able to? It would be a sin to plunder them to have a gun!"

The matter between Xue Xiangsi Qiaokou Village has been around for a long time. The more you think about it, the more suspicious he became. If he were just two village tyrants, how could he be so capable? Not only would the militia enter the village and martial law, but even Wei Qiming and Yu Dingzhong were also attracted by it. Thinking about the way Mayor Su dealt with Wu Yingxiong when he was in Yuri Village. He only had two tiger skins, and put Wu Yingxiong in prison with his handcuffs, and the thugs under Wu Yingxiong were not afraid to move. Even Kong Erlang and Monk Yan from Qiaokou Village were ten times more and facing the state machine, they would have to turn into powder.

Thinking of this, I can just send someone to imprison the troublemakers. Why do you need to work dozens of militia? It would be impossible for the old surnames in the village to fight against the government for the sake of the two village tyrants. Thinking of this, Xue Xiang naturally guessed that the martial law was not Kong Erling and Monk Yan, who were yelling at all. I am afraid that Fang Chen and others who kowtowed that day were the real ones. Of course, Xue Xiang could only think of this section, but he could not guess what secrets were hidden in Qiaokou Village.

After hearing Xue Xiang's words, Chu Zhaohui immediately listened to the bowls and chopsticks in his hand and said in a deep voice: "County magistrate, according to your analysis, there must be something hidden in it. Why don't I take the time to go back to my hometown and help me inquire."

Xue Xiang waved his hand: "Since they have put the whole village in martial law, I'm afraid you can't find out anything, so I'll just look for it. As the saying goes, hearing is false, seeing is true. This time, I want to see what is hidden in Qiaokou Village."

It is mid-October now, and the northeast is not as hot as the south. It is already late autumn. You need to wear a sweater to resist the cold and dampness at night. It is already ten o'clock in the evening. In a bungalow at Qiaokou Village, Matou Township, there is a fire in the sky. From a distance from the holes that lack windows, you can see that it is crowded with people, shouting and shouting and cheering.

This is a house worth about 20 square meters. In the early years, it was a station for observing water levels set up by the county's water conservancy station, because it is not only the entrance of Qiaokou Village, but also adjacent to Laoguankou.

Although the name of the old Guankou sounds not grand, it is famous in its origins. It is a water vein divided into a tributary of the Songhua River. Therefore, the old Guankou has a large water vein and can be said to be a reservoir for the entire Huayuan area. It is precisely because the old Guankou has a prominent position in the entire Huayuan area that a water level observation point was set up here at the beginning of its founding.

Who would have thought that in 1969, the Songnen Plain earthquake cut off the branch of the Songhua River to Laoguankou, breaking the water vein. From then on, Laoguankou became a reservoir, but it was not a reservoir in Huayuan area, but a reservoir in Xiaoshan County. Laoguankou lost its conspicuous position, and the water level observation point naturally no longer needs to exist. This bungalow has various uses.

In the first five years of the 1970s, it was the famous cowshed in Qiaokou Village. After 76 years, it became a concentration camp for elderly people. It was not until the famous meeting was held in 1978 that the organization had a great inclination to take care of special groups. The elderly people were transferred elsewhere and the place was empty again.

"Drink, bald head, don't be traitorous, how about raising carp?"

"Five Kui, eight horses, Lao Zhang, you lost again, drink..."

At this moment, this empty bungalow seemed to have become a hot pot restaurant. The flat place was not very spacious, but because it was empty, there was not even a dirt kang left. More than 20 people were crowded in the inner room, which was not so crowded.

But I saw two big black pots on the two fires in the middle. The pot was bright and bright, and the stewed was rolling. The huge slices of meat and bones sank in the middle. There were big wine jars everywhere, and a bunch of people shouted and yelled.

If Chu Zhaohui was here, his pair of glasses with thick wine bottles would be kept to pieces.

It turns out that in legend, the two culprits who provoked a large-scale fight, and the rivals Kong Erlang and Yan Shangzheng each served the wine bowls, Wukui, Liuliu, and laughed everywhere! (To be continued)

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