Chapter 71 [Fair Level]

Bai Xiaoqin had just entered the house and had not yet sat down, so she took out a small bag from her bag, blushed and plucked up the courage to hand it to Jin Banshan with both hands.

"Uncle! I heard from Jin Yang that your cervical spine often hurts. I knitted a scarf for you. Your neck will not get cold, and your cervical spine will not hurt."

"Okay! OK! OK!" Jin Banshan hurriedly took it, smiled so hard that his eyebrows and eyes were shaking openly, and he stroked the long black scarf with emotion, "I like it!"

"I tied it for you, I don't know if it's the length is right?" Bai Xiaoqin got into the state quickly. She walked to Jin Banshan's body and reached out to tie it around Jin Banshan's neck.

"Warm!" Jin Banshan couldn't let go of his hands and stroked it, then he said to Bai Xiaoqin as if he remembered something: "Miss Xiaoqin, sit down first, I'll go." After that, he glared at Jin Yang fiercely, "I knew I was giggling on the side, and I wouldn't pour tea for Xiaoqin."

"Hehe! You're busy!" Jin Yang made tea attentively and sent it to Bai Xiaoqin's hand, "Holding the Hot Hand."

Bai Xiaoqin was flattered and said, "I will do it myself..."

Jin Yang said seriously: "It is okay for my husband to pour tea and serve water for my wife!" Before he finished speaking, he turned the smile of the deputy thief Xixi and whispered: "It is OK for my wife to serve my husband at night."

While speaking, the two of them had only a distance of less than half an inch, and Jin Yang's mouth was almost touching her ears...

Although Bai Xiaoqin had already broken through the deepest relationship between men and women with him, when she heard such naked teasing words, her heart was still like a deer bumping into her, shy and afraid, and she watched Uncle Jin enter the room nervously, panicked and didn't know what to do, and she lost her language at all.

Fortunately, Jin Banshan quickly walked out of the room, and Jin Yangying took a step back and made a serious statement.

Jin Banshan held a jade bracelet in his hand and cleared his throat and said, "This is the only object passed down from the ancestors of the old Jin family. It is not worth it, but Jin Yang's mother never got it until she died."

Bai Xiaoqin was stunned, while Jin Yang's ten fingers were clenched in an instant, his face was inexplicable.

"Brother!... This is too expensive...I..." Bai Xiaoqin stared at the jade bracelet's pupils shining. She knew what the bracelet meant, so she couldn't help but secretly glance at Jin Yang. Without his hint, she didn't dare to answer.

Jin Yang seemed to be in a tranquil position, standing like a sculpture, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Xiaoqin! This matter has nothing to do with him. I will give it to you, and you will take it." The more I look at Bai Xiaoqin and Jin Banshan, the more I like it, the more my kindness is revealed.

"Oh...Brother...This..." Bai Xiaoqin's expression changed slightly when she glanced at Jin Yang, and her voice was timid.

Jin Banshan's eyes turned to Jin Yang, groaned, revealing a vicious "kind and kind" smile. "Jin Yang, are you dissatisfied with Miss Bai, or is she not your ideal partner?"

Jin Yang immediately looked at him vigilantly. When he saw his uncle's "smile" like this, his eyelids twitched, and he felt that there was nothing good about it next. He quickly pretended to be smiling, "No! Very satisfied!"

"Then bring it to Miss Xiaoqin as soon as possible." Jin Banshan smiled and kindly stuffed the jade bracelet into Jin Yang's hand.

Jin Yang's heart was still smiling, and she gently grabbed Bai Xiaoqin's left hand like a lotus jade, and put it on her wrist gently and carefully. Then she took two steps back and admired: "No, it's very suitable for our Xiaoqin."

Bai Xiaoqin stroked the bracelet on her wrist in surprise and joy, and her face was so excited that she immediately burned like a red shrimp. Does this prove that she has passed the most important level of life, and will be the legitimate wife of the Jin family from now on? But his expression...

Bai Xiaoqin was confused while guessing Jin Yang's feelings, and when she thought that he would hate her because of this, she felt heartbroken and sad.

"Xiaoqin! When will you bring your father here? Our two families have a good plan."

Jin Yang smiled bitterly in his heart. Uncle Jin's expression wished they would get married tomorrow and have a grandson to hug him the day after tomorrow.

"Brother..." Bai Xiaoqin was embarrassed.

"Our family, Jin Yang, is also very old. In his generation, he will be a single lineage..." Jin Banshan began to pretend to be pitiful.

Jin Yang was afraid that Xiaoqin would be embarrassed, so he had to bite the bullet and walk onto the battlefield, "We are all young now..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jin Banshan domineeringly.

"What young! Look at your former classmate, the son of Fatty Liu is two years old, and Xia Guohua has been married for more than a year. Also, Old Man Lei, who lives next door, is three years younger than you. The wedding was held last month. This month, news came out that he was pregnant. Old Lei visited me and was so excited..."

As Jin Yangzheng searched for the words to defeat him, the phone in his pocket ringed. He looked at the number and immediately made a gesture of silence.

Uncle Jin thought he was cheating and was about to turn against him...

Jin Yang whispered, "It was Huang Baijun's phone call", which made him shut up immediately.

Huang Baijun said simply and directly on the phone: "I'm taking a walk by the lake on Yingbin Road and come here to accompany me."

"Okay, it'll be here soon." Jin Yang put down the phone, walked to Bai Xiaoqin, held the hand with a bracelet, and said softly: "From now on, you will be the wife of the Jin family! Stay with your uncle at home!"

Bai Xiaoqin shook his hand hard, her eyes showing joy and determination, and nodded vigorously: "Well!...you go early and come back soon!"

When Jin Yang pushed open the yard door, he couldn't help but tremble with the cold wind, shivered his neck, raised his collar, and ran towards his car.

The Yingbin Road was sparsely populated on the late night. Three men walked along the lakeside, one in front and two behind. The increasingly raging cold wind made their clothes flutter.

The middle-aged man in front of him was relaxed but his thick eyebrows were slightly frowning from time to time. Three meters behind him were two young and strong men in their thirties, both of whom were short-haired windbreakers, with steady steps and rhythms.

The temperature at the lake seemed to be getting colder and colder. Two young men looked at each other. One of them trotted a few steps and caught up with the middle-aged man. He whispered: "Huang***! The weather forecast says that it may be the first snow in the northern part of the West Sea this winter! Should you go back... to avoid..."

"It's a blessing to be able to bathe in the first auspicious snow this year!" Huang Baijun smiled and continued to move forward.

The young man had no choice but to continue to follow.

After a while, a silver-gray sedan rushed over and slowly stopped beside Huang Baijun.

The two young men tense up, suddenly became nervous, and rushed over quickly.

"Xiao Zhou, don't be nervous. I asked him to come."

"Zhou Jiang?" Jin Yang's eyes turned from Huang Baijun to the young man.

"Jin... Yang? Is it you?" The young man called General Zhou was Jin Yang's teammate when he participated in the special training class and a special police officer from the Secret Service of the Provincial Department.

Zhou Jiang's face relaxed, he took two steps back, and signaled: "You guys talk! We'll follow you."

Jin Yang looked at him and another companion and immediately understood that it was customary for the Provincial Party Committee Inspection Team to come down to inspect the work, and it was also a common practice for the Secret Service to send special police to defend it. Otherwise, it would be a big scandal if an accident occurs in a provincial top supervisory and discipline inspection agency. It is also something that the local government and the provincial party committee do not want to see. He even was sure that there must be police force arranged by Qingyuan on both ends of the street five miles long on Yingbin Road.

"Sit together when you have time." Jin Yang waved to him, and Zhou Jiangji nodded tacitly.

Jin Yanggang caught up with Huang Baijun's pace, and Huang Baijun asked, ""You know each other?"

Jin Yang smiled and said, "I have participated in a special training class in the provincial department before."

"Oh!" Huang Baijun nodded and fell into silence.

In fact, Jin Yangji wanted to ask about the implementation of Ma Guofu's dual regulations, but seeing Huang Baijun's silent appearance, he began to feel upset and had bad predictions. He had to follow him silently and stay silent.

More than ten minutes later, there were crackling sounds from the treetops by the lake.

Both of them looked up at the same time.

"It's snowing?" Jin Yang said in surprise.

"It's rare to snow in the West Sea at the end of December." Huang Baijun let out a long sigh, "I looked at the weather forecast yesterday, and I started looking forward to it, the land is also looking forward to it, and the peasant brothers are looking forward to it!"

Jin Yang said without pain and no itch: "Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest! It's just that December is rare."

"There is no beauty in the New Year. In the beginning of February, the grass buds were shocked. But the snow was despised by the late spring, so she penetrated the trees in the courtyard to make flying flowers." Huang Baijun stood still, staring at the lake where the snowflakes were flying, and said: "This is Han Yu's poem, which shows that in ancient times, it was also snowing in February."

Jin Yang had no knowledge of ancient poetry. Apart from giving a politely admiration, he simply remained silent.

The Discipline Inspection Commission, which controls the fate of cadres from all over the province, turned its head with a complex expression and stared at Jin Yang with the white light of snowflakes: "In the 19th year of Daoguang, Shanxi Governor Shen Qixian went to Yanbei to inspect the work. Passing by Daizhou, some local people and senqi stopped their sedan chairs and complained, reflecting the problem of the post station being collected. The post station in the Qing Dynasty was similar to the current post office, and the post was the grass that was eaten by horses on the post station. These grass were made by the people of the county.

Share and pay on time. The old men and the village chief accused that there are two unfair things to collect grass at the post station. One is that the large scale is not accurate, and often weighs 70 to 80 kilograms of grass and cannot afford flowers; the other is that the service fee must be paid to the post book and family members who receive grass, otherwise they will not be willing to collect it. The first one does not need to be explained. The second one, in contemporary language, it is necessary to pay another hard work to ask for the post book and "family" to get your number of grass."

Jin Yang was guessing while digesting his meaning.

Huang Baijun's eyes passed through Jin Yang, looked at the bald tree in the shops on the street, and said self-deprecatingly: "According to Governor Shen Qixian himself, when the old men stopped him to complain, he was already sick, had annoyed, and did not investigate right or wrong, so he ordered the person to sue - slap the old men. However, he regretted it as soon as he finished the blow and felt uneasy. He said that the old men who were beaten "are all white and white in the face", and he was afraid that this slap would kill people. So he gave the case to the Taoist Zhang Jixin personally interrogated. On the way, Governor Shen was again

A letter was written specifically to remind Zhang Jixin to handle the matter well. After investigation, Zhang Jixin found that the government should buy the grass that was irreplaceable for two difficulties according to regulations. The purchase price stipulated by the state is one cent per kilogram. It is converted into the current currency and measurement unit, which is about 20 cents per kilogram. The local area collects more than 100,000 kilograms of post grass every year, and the fiscal allocation is nearly 20,000 yuan, but the money cannot reach the hands of the people at all. Zhang Jixin wrote: "Although the officials pay the price, the people cannot receive it, and the people are happy."

Jin Yang was a little confused.

Huang Baijun said in a deep voice: "I want to emphasize one sentence: There are three fair standards here. According to formal regulations, the people's nominal rights are so great. Not only should they not be deducted by the government's black scales, they should not pay the fees for the grass. On the contrary, they should also get a sum of money for selling grass from the official. Of course, this is the first-class fairness, but it is just a nominal thing, not the standard that the people really expect. The standard of "people are content with peace of mind" is the standard of Baijiao but not the standard of being troubled by the official regulations. What the people dare not be satisfied with is just using black scales and extortion fees, not the money for the whitejiao. The officials and yamen runners are trying hard to get the people to recognize the third-class standard after they recognize the second-class standard. The village cadres refused to admit it, so there was a stubborn complaint."

"This book was read by your uncle before, and it was called "Daoxian Official Experiences and Experiences." Huang Baijun's lips gradually showed a slightly sarcastic smile, meaningful: "Fairness has hierarchical boundaries from ancient times to the present. It will take some time to break bad habits!"

Jin Yang suddenly realized and said word by word: "Uncle Huang refers to Ma Guofu's affairs? Is there a new change?"

Huang Baijun avoided his gaze and said leisurely: "After receiving documents from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, Ma Guofu was involved in a major case they investigated. The Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection wants to make way for their investigation."

Jin Yang gasped, "The He family has such energy? It goes directly to the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection?"

Huang Baijun said calmly: "They can hold on for a while, but they can't hold on for a lifetime."

Jin Yang's cheerful and free temperament does not mean that he is magnanimous. If others punch him, he will only return him two punches. Feng Sanyao from Wujiang is a living example. What's more, he has completely broken his face with Ma Guofu. Ma Guofu will not fall, and will only bring danger to himself and his family. He does not allow such a thing to happen.

Huang Baijun comforted: "Wait a little longer..."
Chapter completed!