Mr. Xue thought he should indeed reflect, because including the time he was in Xiaoshan, this was the second time he had trapped himself in a Jedi.

Of course, the small stone cave in the Qin and Tang dynasties was not counted. It was the power of heaven and earth and the power of nature. How could he resist it?

He lost his power when he fell into a Jedi. Of course, he still had the Wushuang National Arts, and it was easy to break out, but no matter how powerful he was, how could he compete with the entire system?

Besides, what he lost at this moment was not physical strength, but the power given to him by his official status. This loss of power made him deeply humiliated and angry.

He was reflecting on what he did after coming to Mingzhu, and why he always stuck himself in a Jedi.

Arrogant? Domineering? Fierce? Causing trouble?

In an instant, these four words popped up in my mind, which were also the most comments from many elders.

At this moment, even Xue Xiang felt that he was indeed not like an official, but rather like a knight!

Because under the current system, officials do not need edges and corners, but these four words are like the four sharp corners that extend out of his body, which are so sharp that they are so sharp that they are tight.

Just when Xue Xiang completed his self-reflection and believed that he should live like an official, no, like most officials.

The desolate back by the Meiyuan River suddenly appeared in his mind, and remembered what he said: If you don’t do anything, you won’t be wrong! Xue Xiang, let it go!

In a blink of an eye, Mr. Xue's reflection was completely washed away by this sentence!

"Yes, if I am really like those people, I am mediocre all day long. With my uncle here, I will not do anything. This official will be promoted.

But I hope to be promoted like this, even if I am promoted to the governor and political situation, what is the point of such an official? If I really become such an official, I would rather go to Hong Kong Island, buy a big house by the beach, and drive a yacht all day long. Xiaoao's Victoria Bay is coming happily!

Besides, what mistake did I make when I came to Mingzhu? Is it wrong to deal with scum like Baye? Is it wrong to end the fight for the villagers of Zhaojiazhuang? Is it wrong to go back to the ancestral grave? Is it wrong to rush to the moonlit night on Snake Mountain? Who dares to say that he is wrong to eradicate the Qing Gang?

The Inspection Office has almost one person who is in the high position about the various bad deeds of the Qing Gang. Every word is written in tears. Faced with these, can you really collect your edges?

For the country and the people, the greatest hero is the definition of a hero in the martial arts world!

Serving the people is the definition of a leader to give a true party member. What you always have to do is such a party member!

Is there anything wrong!!!

Who dares to say that he is wrong?”

This is the final result of Mr. Xue’s reflection!

Who would have expected that during this reflection process, there would be a philosophical thinking of "negation and negation" in his thoughts. Since then, he has no longer had any ideological concerns and has to become an official according to whose standards!

He is him! He is Mr. Xue! He just wants to do something for the old surname!

His goal is not simply to reach the top, but to enjoy the process of continuing to climb in his official career to do things for the old surname.

Mr. Xue’s heart was already open, and he would no longer care about whether he was in line with some unspoken rules of the officialdom. He did not want to break any rules, nor did he deliberately do anything else in the officialdom. It’s just that these so-called officialdom rules have to give way in the face of the big troubles in his heart!

It seems that Mr. Xue’s thoughts were a bit redundant for this moment. At least at the moment when such people are locked up and the knife is already on their necks. He is also playing with this kind of freshness and inappropriateness.

But in fact, this kind of reflection and this kind of thinking are important to Mr. Xue’s entire life at this moment!

Human behavior may not require any guiding ideology, such as eating, drinking water, and doing it casually!

But as an official, an ambitious official, an official who is destined to face many difficulties, cross thousands of mountains and rivers, and is determined to reach the top, setting this guiding ideology is definitely the most important thing in the career and life of the officialdom.

Without this kind of thought, Mr. Xue was like a lonely boat floating in the officialdom without a rudder. He thought that although he had swam across the other side of the officialdom, the east wind came, the west wind came, and the west wind came, and he was shaking west, and there was no direction. When people were impulsive and domineering, he would be swaying in his heart, whether what he did was right, was it inappropriate to do so, and if he did this, he would be confused, and his actions would be at a loss.

Now, Mr. Xue has controlled his mind and raised his mind to serve the country and the people. A bright moon that "serves the people" rose in his heart. In an instant, all evil people retreated and brightly shined thousands of miles away.

After completing the case review and significant introspection in an hour, Mr. Xue naturally would not forget his current situation. He would never think that he was in this comfortable conference room at this moment, waiting for someone to hold a meeting.

He would not think that he was able to pass the current level. On the contrary, he knew that the situation this time was thousands of times more dangerous than Xiaoshan.

When he was in Xiaoshan, he had his own allies, and even his power was far greater than his opponent. More importantly, he knew who his opponent was.

But now, at Mingzhu, what power does he have? No one who can really sit in the conference room and talk about his life and death will do his best to him, and at most he will make some righteous words.

What's even more terrifying is that until now, he still doesn't know who his opponent is!

When Xue Xiang thought of this, he wanted to slap himself ruthlessly. What he really should reflect on was that he had the idea of ​​calming down the situation.

Now he remembered that when he was sorting out desk documents by himself, he stuffed the files about Snake Mountain geography and investigation into the storage cabinet, and he wanted to buy them.

He thought that after he had stopped doing things, he would have to be calm. Now he thought, he was so naive.

Of course, he regretted that the opponent hidden behind him had already vaguely grasped some signs, at least two threads, which were worth him to catch.

One is the secret under the cliff behind the ancestral tomb of Zhaojiazhuang, Sheshan. Xue Xiang believes that there must be something different in that place. If it weren't for this, the battle on Sheshan would not have been so intense.

The second is Li Lichi, the former director of Mingzhu Municipal Bureau who had already been to the capital as a student. When Xue Xiang thinks of this, he regrets it.

Of course, it was not that Xue Xiang still didn't want to let him go, but that Xue Xiang locked in the behind-the-scenes envoy "Prince, Mr. Hu". He was the first to tell Li Lizhi.

Xue Xiang had inquired about the identity of Mr. Hu, and even Tiejin, the local snake, had no way to know. Therefore, Li Lizhi was the key to him leading this man and Mr. Hu.

After all, he suffered several losses, which made Xue Xiang know that this man and Mr. Hu were so powerful that every time he encountered these two situations, he was as dense as a net, leaving him with no way to escape!

Take the previous high-rise building to save people as an example. If it weren't for your ability to go against the will of heaven, there would be no way to make a plan. I'm afraid I'll have already turned in.

Now, Mr. Xue did not make any mistakes, and he was careful, so he made the two of them unable to escape.

Such an opponent is difficult to fight head-on. If someone is hidden behind the scenes, wouldn’t he be killed by Mr. Xue?

Of course, Mr. Xue has thought about these two threads at this moment, and he can only keep in mind. The most urgent task is now.

What is the situation now? Mr. Xue is in prison. He is burdened with a conclusive crime of rape and is almost bound to die.

Faced with such a sinister situation, getting out is almost despair. When others encounter this situation, they are so anxious that they can hit the wall with their heads. They are considered to be hard-working, but Mr. Xue still has so many thoughts. I have to say that this guy is very nervous.

To put it in detail, Mr. Xue dared to think so much. It was because he believed that there was still an explanation for this situation.

And his understanding was definitely not based on Jiang Chaotian's determination. Old Duan was weak and took action with Daozu.

Although Mr. Xue also expected these two situations. After all, he had a high IQ and was in the situation. He would only think more clearly and see more clearly about the situation that Jiang Chaotian expected. Even he thought about Lao Duan's weakness, which may become hard under the kind care of some people who "cared about" him in the capital.

In short, no matter how Lao Duan deals with it or whether the immortals and Buddhas in Beijing will help, Lao Xue will not rely on external forces.

At critical moments, you have to rely on yourself.

Although there is almost no room for cracking the situation in front of him, he has already released his back, and if he wants to survive in death, he must succeed.

Because, he hasn't retreated anymore!

Thinking about this messy thing and the fleeting decisive opportunity that will face in the future, Old Man Xue was in pain again.

Suddenly, he reached out and pulled his hair a few times, gritted his teeth secretly, something suddenly flashed in front of him, he was stunned, staring at the spiraling and falling hair in the air, and recruiting him, he reached out and copied the hair in his hand.

Black, thick, crystal bright, five inches long, this hair is really an extraordinary person. Under the nourishment of Mr. Xue’s powerful essence and blood, it should be the strongest and most energetic hair in the world. Five inches long hair will hold one end and will inevitably hang down. However, Mr. Xue’s hair can almost be judged without embellishment, only slightly bent, and tough.

Staring at this hair, Mr. Xue understood in an instant, and understood everything.

With a loud bang, the door was pushed open when Mr. Xue was stunned. In an instant, a group of four people, fully armed police officers rushed into the door and lined up neatly in two lines not far from the desk. Before he could, he saw Hong Cha and another middle-aged man with a buzz cut, walking in.

"Xue Xiang, interrogate!"

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"Quagua, quagua..."

Accompanied by a long and lush cries of chickens, the old man held an old green bran scoop made of autumn gourds, calling out the big chickens and chickens scattered around, while grabbing handfuls of shelled corn from the bran scoop and sprinkling a circle bit by bit.

As the sun sets, the most powerful old man in this republic is wearing thick old cotton clothes and pants, and is wearing the earth-colored thousand-layer cotton shoes he used to use in winter with Guimao in northwest Shanxi. He feeds his own chickens like an ordinary old farmer.

A scoop of corn was sprinkled, and more than twenty big chickens rushed over. Some of the fierce big guys raised their necks and cried a few times, dominating the other side and began to peck at the food; some of the yellowish chickens who grew up in shape followed behind the old hen’s butt, pecking and playing.

A ladle of corn, only about half a catty, and more than twenty chickens were pecked all in ten minutes.

Logically speaking, if a scoop of corn is shared by more than 20 chickens, they will not be full in any case. However, these chickens are free-range and are released early in the morning. How could the plum garden, which covers dozens of acres of land, not enough to feed these more than 20 chickens?

Just looking at this moment, the chicks are eating and playing. You know that they have already eaten enough.

After finishing feeding, the old man bent down and opened the chicken cage and called out several times. The group of chickens that had been raised long ago entered the red brick chicken cage, led by the Grand Duke with only a big red cockscomb.

After closing the chicken cage, the old man clapped his hands and greeted his wife who was preparing dinner in the kitchen, and then raised his foot to the outsider.

The plum garden in early spring is not like the Songzhuzhai plant collection in all seasons. It is really like a small village. Except for the pine and cypress on the side of the bamboo forest by the stream, there is a vast area of ​​white everywhere.

It snowed the day before yesterday. Although it was a good weather for two days, the sun was not strong, and the snow on the ground was a little thin, but it was not melted.

Stepping on the snow like pine needles, the old man walked eastward, and he was going to see the wheat fields.

Speaking of which, after the fifth day of the year, the old man can only have two days of leisure, but today is over. The fast-paced day is completely over, and tomorrow we have to move back to Da Nei.

At this moment, the old man is like an old farmer who is about to travel far away. Before leaving, he always has to come and take a look at his own land.

The wheat fields were quietly lying in the distance, and the white snow had already been thin. The two places near the wind vents had already revealed large and pleasant blue colors. The thin sunset shone on that place, blue and red, showing dazzling colors.

Seeing that place was vivid and cute, the old man didn't care about the evening breeze. He walked towards that place and got closer. He even stuffed a wool scarf into the collar of the coat, collapsed from the bluestone slab on the gurgling stream and went straight to the edge of the field.

He reached out and stroked the soft green seedlings, and gently sniffed the fragrance of soil and water vapor. He straightened his waist and walked north along the ridge of the field, obviously intending to surround the field.

Who would have thought that after walking ten meters, he heard shouts from the north. As the wind blew away, he couldn't hear what he was shouting. The old man looked in the sound and saw a strong little red horse, dragging a cart, traveling far away.

This is the toy of his granddaughter Xiao Nannier, who was playing with jokes. He thought it was a little baby, so he hurriedly met him. But after crossing the bluestone slab, he finally saw the person on the cart clearly.

It was Comrade Nanfang who was sitting on the cart with half his butt and got closer in the blink of an eye. But when he saw him holding the reins skillfully, he let out a light whistle, and then he jumped down and walked towards the old man.

Seeing that the old man looked bad, Comrade Nanfang hurriedly said, "I have an urgent matter here, so I use this thing!"

This little carriage was originally purchased by him when he was coaxing Nannier to play, but there was no vehicle in the plum garden. He was originally acquainted with friends today, but he suddenly heard something amazing and rushed back. When he arrived in the garden, there was no car. He was inconvenient to his legs and feet, so he chose this little carriage for transportation, and the speed was not slow.

After getting the explanation, the old man's face eased, "What's the matter? I'm so nervous!"
To be continued...