Wealth

Pedestrians left the Guanyin Temple and continued up the mountain.

"You used to go up the mountain often?" Fan Wubing glanced at Song Qing, who was walking lightly, and couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.

Among the girls I know, Song Qing is probably the most stamina, right? At this time, she was wearing sportswear and Nike sneakers under her feet. As she walked, she shook her little butt, but her head remained steady. Fan Wubing had reason to believe that if she gave it to her. A jar on the top of the head will not fall off.

But after walking for so long, Song Qing also saw a little sweat on her cheeks.

Seeing this, Fan Wuyi said, "Everyone, take a break and add a little water and nutrition first."

The bodyguards have good physical strength, but mountain climbing is different from usual exercises. They have higher requirements for breathing and posture. Although the seals claim to be three-horizontal warfare, they are armed around the clock, but in the past few years, following Fan Wu's disease has been frightening and not dangerous. I have enjoyed a lot of good fortune, and I have less exercise. After two hours of climbing the mountain road, I feel a little tired.

After hearing Fan Wuyi's order, everyone began to take off the backpacks on their shoulders, activate the bloodline, and then sit together, drink some fresh water, and replenish some energy.

Song Qing also consumes a lot of physical energy, but the girl has a stronger personality. Fan Wubing ordered a rest, but solved a problem for her. She immediately got into the bushes next to her, and it took a few minutes before Some blushing returned to the team.

Fan Wubing knew without asking that Song Qing must have let the water go, and mixed up with a large group of old men. It was not convenient for anything, but it was a little embarrassing for her.

"How long have you been a secretary for my dad?" Fan Wubing asked casually.

"It's been more than three months--" Song Qing brushed the sweat-soaked hair with her hand, tied them with rubber bands to form a pony tail, and then naturally said to Fan Wuyao, "It was open at the time. To select cadres, I passed the exam. Later, Secretary Fan’s secretary Han Jin went to the government office as the deputy director, so he added me to the secretary. According to Secretary Fan, I have been dealing with foreign companies more in recent years, so I The graduates from this Foreign Languages ​​Institute are dazzled."

Fan Wubing nodded. Then another thing came to mind. So he asked curiously. "You and your cousin. Both are students from the College of Foreign Languages. This makes me feel very admired. There are two such key university students in the mountain area. It's really not easy. Your family must have a family history, right?"

"Speaking of it. There is still a bit of a story inside." Song Qing asked Fan Wuyi. I remembered something.

Nothing to do left or right. Fan Wubing encouraged Song Qing to tell himself the story. By the way, I took a break.

It turned out that Song Qing's grandfather was a kind man. But there is no culture. As for Song Qingdi's parents. It's just a bit of culture. Far from being a cultural person.

Song Qing's maternal grandfather was during the Cultural Revolution. It is a cooking place for the canteen in the village. The person is relatively simple. It is also from three generations of poor peasants. It's a leisurely life. Even though I criticized this and criticized that. But no one would do anything to him.

this day. But the county party secretary was criticized. Decentralized to their village for renovation.

At that time, many people didn’t know the situation of the critique at that time. There was a stage in the village. During the critique, the gates were removed to build a ride, and then the head of the rebels yelled and sent a capital-traveler to him. Immediately, two young and strong militiamen brought the capital roaders wearing high hats, clutching their shoulders, and then they got used to the stage, fell heavily there, and then let him kneel there and start fighting.

Moreover, this kind of criticism went from village to village a day. At that time, the county party committee secretary was already over fifty. Naturally, his bones couldn't stand the torture, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

Song Qing's grandfather was cooking for them, and the capital roaders and rebels ate on the same stove.

When eating meals, it was natural to serve the rebels first, and when it was finally the county party secretary’s turn, Song Qing’s grandfather scolded, “You capitalist roader, eat aside, don’t sit with us revolutionary masses. Together!"

The rebels naturally followed suit, saying that the master's ideological consciousness is high.

The secretary of the county party committee was holding his job, and tears fell at that time. He has been doing revolutionary work all his life. It's fine to be criticized and wronged by the rebels. Even a master who doesn't know a big word is rejecting himself. It feels so sad.

He held the rice bowl and walked to the side, stretched out his chopsticks, took two bites of rice, and shed tears as he ate, but when the chopsticks were inserted underneath, he noticed something was wrong. When he fixed his eyes, the noodles were buried underneath. Two poached eggs.

He immediately woke up. The old cook didn't hate him as a capitalist roader, but couldn't see him being tossed, so he deliberately stuffed two poached eggs to help him.

Don’t mention how touched the county party secretary’s mood is. At this time, eggs are also a rare thing, and the old man risked a big deal.

It can be said to be a great kindness to take care of him as a capitalist roader.

It didn't take long for the Cultural Revolution to end, and the county party secretary resumed his work and was promoted to district commissioner.

The next day he drove back to Song Qing’s grandfather’s village, and told the old man that I would try my best to help you meet any requirements you have, but the old man didn’t have any requirements. In this way, the favor is even owed. Down.

Later, the old man passed away, and the county party secretary regretted that he had no chance to repay his favor, so he confessed that his son must take care of the old man's descendants.

"Later, when my cousin and I were in school, they were taken care of by the son of the county party secretary at the time. He was already the director of the district education bureau at that time." Song Qing said to Fan Wuyao, "There is this relationship. , The educational resources we get are a little bit more than ordinary people, better, just this little difference, let us go to key universities."

After hearing this story, Fan Wubing was also a little emotional, "Good people have good rewards, and these words are not fake at all!"

When Song Qing's grandfather was laying eggs for the county party secretary, he probably didn't go for any future rewards. It was nothing more than looking at the county party secretary being pitifully fought and feeling compassionate.

However, the county party committee secretary Zhien reported that he had been thinking about these two poached eggs all his life, which also showed that he was a humane cadre, and he had not forgotten the old man's favor.

After resting for a while, they went up the mountain, but for a while they found that the weather was a bit wrong.

The sun was still shining just now, and now it was overcast, and the wet mist that seemed to be dripping could be seen on the top of the treetops infecting the emerald green leaves, and almost all the dew could be seen on the edges of the leaves.

"The weather in the mountains is like a face change in a Sichuan opera. You may encounter such a situation at any time." Song Qing frowned and said to everyone, "It seems we have to find a place to shelter from the rain."

Fan Wubing also regretted a bit, but didn't expect that the weather forecast would be accurate, but it would be unwise to make a U-turn and go down the mountain at this time.

If you continue up the mountain, you may encounter torrential rains, with many difficulties, and turning down the mountain is also difficult. Once the rain falls, the mud on the mountain road is unpredictable, and you will lose your footing and hate it forever.

So Fan Wubing thought for a while and said, "Now we are in a dilemma. Seeing if the rain is about to fall, we should find a flat place and put up the tent first. At least we won’t be caught. Pour it into a soup chicken."

Song Qing also agreed with Fan Wuyi's opinion, "The rain in the mountains comes and goes quickly. It's best to avoid it temporarily. Maybe it will clear up again after a few hours."

Everyone started to set up tents. The tents they used were military tents. The space was quite large and could accommodate two people lying down. After setting up the shelf, use an air pump to inflate the cushions. The work can be completed within a few minutes.

After they were busy for a while, six tents were set up. In order to prevent being blown away by heavy wind and rain, the six tents were specially connected together, so that people lay inside, drew the curtains, and let them go outside. There is no need to worry about safety as much as there is rain.

That is to say, they just finished it, and the heavy rain poured in. Fan Wubing and Song Qing hid in the tent. Through the translucent tent, you can see the rain continuously hitting the top of the tent, smashing the hemispherical tent. It has become an ellipsoid, and it seems that with a little more effort, the tent can be overwhelmed.

"Unexpectedly, the rain would have come!" Fan Wubing said complainingly, "It seems that in the morning, I was a little overconfident!"

If you listened to the news from the weather forecast in the morning and gave up this action, there would be no such embarrassing situation now, but I don’t know how long the rain will last. If it does not stop all day, it will be very troublesome. .

In summer, the mountain rain is very strong, and if it takes a little longer, it is easy to cause geological disasters such as mountain torrents and mudslides~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If that is the case, the safety of my party will be worrying.

But Song Qing comforted Fan Wuyi, "The raindrops are very large, unlike the kind of long-lasting precipitation. I guess it will be over in two hours at most."

"I hope so--" Fan Wubing also had no ideas at this time, just praying that the sky will meet everyone's wishes.

Raindrops kept beating on the tent. Fan Wubing and Song Qing sat in the tent, chatting without a word. Suddenly there was no topic for a while, and the tent became silent. It seemed that they could all be heard. Get each other's heartbeat.

Fan Wuyao's mind also crashed, and it took a long time before he squeezed out a word, "Hey, your heartbeat seems to be very fast!"

When Song Qing heard this, her face flushed as if she was drunk, and she complained in her heart, why are you so real?

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