The leader greeted him at the door. After some greetings, Zhao Xin followed him into the living room.

As for He Yuzhu and Xu Damao, the former entered the kitchen with ease, while the latter was taken to the screening room by the leader's wife.

In the living room, the big leader was the first to speak: "I have no other intention of calling you here today. I just want to convey the spirit of the higher-ups. The storm is about to come and the wind is filling the building!"

"The leader doesn't know how to deal with this mountain rain?" Director Yang was quite uneasy.

The big leader did not answer directly, but looked at Xin Zhao and said: "Xin Zhao, how do you think we should respond?"

"Shan Yu." Zhao Xin was stunned. Logically speaking, he was just a small character who accompanied him. The big leader only asked him a few questions. How could he ask himself questions?

But since I asked, I must answer. After thinking for a while, Zhao Xin smiled and said: "Mountain rain, mountain wind and rain. How the mountain people deal with it, we should deal with it."

"Haha, that's right." The big leader smiled: "Mountain people generally have two solutions, either find a cave to take shelter; or wear a raincoat, fish by the river, and live their whole lives in the misty rain!"

"Yes, you can still wear a raincoat and walk in the rain. Isn't that how we, the martyrs, all came here?" said another person.

A few people said something, and the big leader took out a few documents for everyone to look at and personally interpret the meaning.

Looking at these documents and listening to the interpretation of the big leaders, Zhao Xin, who has the memory of later generations, suddenly felt a little more nervous about the sea people facing the tsunami.

The surging trend does not mean that it broke out at that moment, but that there were many signs, or small explosions, before.

It's just that Xin Zhao didn't stand on that level and didn't feel the storm.

"Let's go and watch a movie. Mountain rain is mountain rain after all. Just like today's movies, the sky will eventually clear up after the rain, and the air will be fresher. The trees in the mountains will also get the nutrients to grow and grow better.

." said the big leader.

Several people followed the leader and headed towards the screening room.

In the screening room, Xu Damao did not say bad things about Silly Zhu behind his back. After all, he was not stupid. Without the leader's wife taking the initiative to mention it, it was impossible for him to talk nonsense in such a family and environment.

Sitting in the screening room, Zhao Xin and others watched the movie.

The movie is called "Prelude to the Eastward March" and it tells the story of the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army, under the leadership of the Party Central Committee, fighting to the death against the RB invaders. At the same time, the Kuomintang tried to take advantage of the chaos to restrict our development, thus

It hindered the progress of victory in the Anti-Japanese War.

Of course, dawn will eventually come, the Kuomintang's intentions will be shattered, and the army will march eastward, opening a new chapter.

After watching a movie and having dinner at the leader's house, Zhao Xin and He Yuzhu went back in Director Yang's car.

But Xu Damao didn't have such an opportunity. After the movie, he left by himself.

After two more days of work, Zhao Xin felt a little depressed. On Saturday, he simply took his family to the Chang'an Grand Theater to watch Peking Opera. Although the children were still happy after watching the Peking Opera, Zhao Xin was a little unhappy.<

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"What's wrong?" His wife Lou Xiao'e felt Zhao Xin's mood.

"Hey, do you think today's Peking Opera was good?"

"It looks good." Zhao Yueyue and Zhao Yutian said.

"Where is Zhixia?" Zhao Xin asked.

"It's not as good-looking as last time." Zhao Zhixia said.

"Well, let's go." Xin Zhao took the children out of the theater and walked outside.

Not only the children have this idea, but the audience also feels this way. After all, the audience in the theater is one-third less than before.

While walking on the road, you can also see some newspapers. The contents of the newspapers are criticizing Ma Lianliang.

Ma Lianliang is a Peking Opera master. When Zhao Xin and his family came to see Peking Opera for the first time, it was Ma Lianliang, a Peking Opera master, who performed "Every Year Has More Than".

However, I haven't seen that figure on the stage today. Today, the Ma family is like a later generation, caught in the whirlpool of public opinion.

"I hope he can persevere." Xin Zhao can only hope this.

Sitting on the bus, Zhao Xin looked outside. The three children seemed to feel their father's mood. They were not noisy and were all quiet.

Passing by an alley, Zhao Xin looked in that direction. After being distracted for a while, he looked at the worried Lou Xiao'e and three children.

A smile appeared on Zhao Xin's face. He knelt down, touched the faces of the three children and said, "Don't worry, the rain is coming. We will go back to repair the house today. If it really rains, we will get wet."

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"Dad, I can go to the roof." Zhao Zhixia said.

"Dad, don't let him go up, he will fly over the wall." Zhao Yueyue said.

"Haha, your eldest brother can come up with me." Zhao Xin clicked on Zhao Yutian's general.

"Baba" Zhao Gangyi, who had been sleeping in Lou Xiao'e's arms, also woke up, and Zhao Xin took it over. The child was already a little heavy, and he couldn't let his delicate daughter-in-law be tired all the time.

He had already passed that alley. For a period of time after he got married, he was still very keen on going to the flea market to find things, but after he had more children, he never went there.

The main reason is that not only does it take up space when you buy it, but it also leaves behind clues.

Collecting antiques at home is a perfect example of petty bourgeoisie and the Four Old Thoughts.

Back home, Xin Zhao borrowed a ladder, carefully inspected the tiles on the roof, and replaced some broken tiles.

In the whole process, only about twenty pieces were replaced, which seemed like a useless effort.

But Xin Zhao's irritable mood completely calmed down.

There are two adults and four children living in a house of 30 square meters. His conditions are good enough, after all, not everyone can be born in this Sijiu City.

All roads lead to the capital, and he was born in the capital. There are countless geniuses in this world, and he is the genius among geniuses.

There is nothing to complain about. Just like the snowflakes are really falling this winter, he can also take the children to have snowball fights and build snowmen.

"Dad, let's go fishing tomorrow." Zhao Yutian, who was following Zhao Xin, said.

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Zhao Xin did not answer, but looked at Yan Bugui, the third uncle who had just entered the middle courtyard. Yan Bugui was riding a bicycle with a plastic basket hanging on the bicycle. The basket contained a big fish weighing three to four kilograms:

"Third uncle, this is a good harvest today."

"Lucky, lucky." The third uncle smiled broadly.

In the evening, the third uncle's family ate fish, and the three children were a little envious. It's not that they don't eat fish, but the third uncle's family ate fish they caught themselves.

The smell of fish is still different, even if they are the same kind of fish in the same river.

"Ask your mother for three needles, and I'll find some suitable long sticks. Let's go fishing as a family tomorrow."

"Okay." Zhao Yueyue had already run towards the kitchen and asked Lou Xiao'e, who was washing dishes and pots, for a needle. Children are not allowed to touch the needles at home, after all, they are dangerous.

Zhao Yutian also followed closely, and only Zhao Zhixia followed Zhao Xin to see how to choose a fishing rod.

After going for a walk, Zhao Xin chose three poles outside Yan Jiecheng's house, one long and two short. The long one was about three meters and the short one was about two meters.

When you get home, heat the needle red and bend it with a tool to make a fishhook.

The three children were all watching. Zhao Xin's family did not have to do homework after dinner and then practice martial arts. After Zhao Yutian went to school, there was no need to do homework on Saturdays and Sundays at night. Of course, martial arts training was still needed.
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"Dad, let me thread the needle." Zhao Yueyue said with her big eyes blinking.

"I'll come too." Zhao Zhixia and Zhao Yutian are also full of hope.

"Okay." Zhao Xin did not refuse, and cut three pieces of nylon thread more than three meters long and handed them to the three children.

The three children started threading under the light. It must be said that the children's eyes were bright, and they were dressed in a short time.

After threading the thread, Xin Zhao kicked the three children out and asked them to practice late in the yard.
Chapter completed!