Liu Jun fell asleep in a daze until dawn. The fish maws in the east turned white, the sun rose in the east, and the mountain village had its own beautiful scenery.
Village chief Zhao Yongli cooked porridge early, and Liu Jun, Meng Ting, and the mute had a simple meal. Village chief Zhao sent Liu Jun and his grandson Zhao Xiaohu down the mountain. When they got out of the thatched house, they saw that there were many signs on the trail along the way.
They were all seeing people off. When many villagers heard that Liu Jun and the others, who had paid to build the Gongde Bridge and run a company for the village, were leaving, they all spontaneously got up early and stood on both sides of the path to say goodbye.
Some villagers carried jars of sweet potato wine, some carried bags of wild vegetables, and some carried strings of smoked hares and pheasants. They were all waiting on the path down the mountain for Liu, who was returning to the city.
Jun, they don’t have anything to give, so they give some mountain goods to express their feelings to the distinguished guests. Mountain people are so simple.
Liu Jun was so moved by this scene that he almost shed tears. Meng Ting was even more moved and burst into tears.
The mute held Zhao Xiaohu's hand and his heart was surging. He once again remembered what his centenary adoptive father said before his death. There is one person born in Wutong Township in a hundred years, and that person is Liu Jun. He must follow Liu Jun well.
In such a scene, the young Liu Jun was loved by the villagers overnight, which was beyond the reach of ordinary people. The mute lamented that his adoptive father was able to figure things out.
Many villagers brought gifts to give to Liu Jun and the others. Liu Jun naturally did not ask for so much, but only symbolically received a small jar of sweet potato wine, some wild vegetables and a bunch of smoked hare meat.
Liu Jun went down the mountain, clasping his fists all the way: "Folks, how can I, Liu Jun, accept this great gift? The country has been engaged in reform and opening up for more than 30 years, and is comprehensively deepening reform. If the spring breeze of deepening reform blows into the mountain villages, the mountain villages will change their appearance. As long as
If we work together and work diligently, we will definitely get rich. Folks, please go back, I will come again."
"Junwazi, a good man."
"In the future, we will also go upstairs and downstairs and use electric lights and telephones like people in the city."
"The party's policies are better."
The villagers' faces were filled with happy smiles, and they were looking forward to a happy life where they would have enough food, clothing, and clothing and no longer suffer from poverty. They listened to Liu Jun talking about national reforms. Although they didn't understand much, from Liu Jun's tone, they
It can be felt that deepening reforms is a good thing, and the country has considered changing the appearance of their poor mountain villages.
Liu Jun was deeply moved by the villagers' farewells. He suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was heavier. He bid farewell to the simple villagers with tears in his eyes. The village chief Zhao Yongli personally sent him to the single-plank bridge beside the ditch at the foot of the mountain.
"Huzi, you must listen to your brother and sister carefully when you go out this time." Zhao Yongli waved goodbye to his grandson Zhao Xiaohu.
Zhao Xiaohu turned back three times in one step, gritted his teeth to prevent tears from flowing down, waved his hand and shouted: "Grandpa, you have to take care of yourself."
"Woof woof woof..." The big yellow dog barked at Zhao Xiaohu beside Zhao Yongli. Zhao Xiaohu left the big yellow dog with his grandfather. The big yellow dog was very obedient and did not follow the single-plank bridge.
"Huahua, go, go to the city and see the world, and take good care of the tiger." Zhao Yongli patted the big yellow dog on the head and treated the humane dog like his own grandson.
"Woof woof, woof woof." The big yellow dog suddenly raised its legs, leaned on Zhao Yongli's arm and arched it a few times, then ran across the single-plank bridge towards Zhao Xiaohu.
"Folks, I will come again." Liu Junchao walked across the single-plank bridge and turned around again to bid farewell to the villagers in Tujia Mountain Village. The scene was very touching.
After staying in Tujia Mountain Village, Qingfeng Town, Qingfeng County for two days, Liu Jun brought Zhao Xiaohu and a big yellow dog back to the city. He took Zhao Xiaohu back to Hongwei Street to meet his father, Tian Xiuhua, and briefly talked about Zhao Xiaohu.
Origin: Liu Dekui and Tian Xiuhua both like Zhao Xiaohu.
Liu Jun asked the mute to help fry some wild vegetables and bacon brought from Tujia mountain villages in the evening. In the evening, he had to drink sweet potato wine with his father, and he and Xiao Huzi had to chat with his father. It had been several days since he had heard his father talk about the news on the network.
The country is in serious trouble.
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It was past two o'clock in the afternoon when Mengting returned to Jiangnan TV Station from Tujia Mountain Village. After Mengting entered the TV station, she passed by Bai Mei's editing room and paid special attention. Bai Mei was not in the office. This was very abnormal. Normally, Bai Mei would be there at this time.
The station records and broadcasts the program.
"Where did Bai Mei go? Will she resent me for what happened to A Jun?" Meng Ting suddenly felt a sense of loss. She wanted to tell Bai Mei that she no longer wanted to be a reporter, and she wanted to be with Liu Jun.
But Baimei is not here.
Meng Ting returned to the second editorial office. Without any hesitation, she wrote a resignation letter in three or two minutes. Without telling anyone, she went directly to the station director Han Hongtao's office.
"Dong dong dong." Meng Ting knocked on the door lightly, but no one answered.
There seemed to be no one in the director's office, but the light leaking from the crack in the door revealed that there was someone inside.
Mengting knocked a few more times, but no one answered. Just as she was about to turn around, the door creaked open, and a new female reporter walked out. She saw that the female reporter's face was red, her hair was messy, her clothes were disheveled, and her head was low.
He walked quickly sideways with his head raised.
Director Han Hongtao tightened his tie, lifted his trousers, wiped his bald head as usual, sat calmly on the boss's chair, picked up a signature pen to review documents, and shouted out the door: "Please come in
."
As soon as Mengting entered the director's office, her keen sense of smell made her nauseous. She smelled a strange smell. Thinking of the disheveled female reporter who passed by in panic just now, she could imagine what happened in this room just now. This
But it was broad daylight. She had heard that the station director was a womanizer, but she didn't expect him to be so bohemian. This was a TV station, a publicity agency that conveyed positive energy to the people and promoted a positive image.
"Director Han, I want to resign." Meng Ting held the resignation letter and walked towards Han Hongtao. She didn't realize that the door opened behind her quietly closed automatically.
"Ah? Resign? No way, you have done a good job, why do you want to resign? Am I treating you badly?" Director Han looked surprised, but his eyes were fixed on Meng Ting's plump and tight breasts,
The words were neither painful nor painful, and the words sounded like concern, but there was a bit more ambiguity in the tone.
"No, you're fine." Meng Ting answered bluntly. She didn't want to stay in the director's office for a moment longer. She thought that the director, Han Hongtao, was well-dressed in suits and ties all day long but was doing some dirty things behind his back.
Gives me goosebumps.
"Sit down and speak slowly if you have something to say."
Han Hongtao put down the pen in his hand, stood up from the boss chair, walked to the water dispenser, poured half a paper cup of warm water for Mengting himself, guided Mengting to sit on the sofa, and said in a caring tone: "Tingting, Taiwan
There are several new reporters here, so you won’t need to be on the front lines from now on. Bai Mei has been in bad shape recently, so I’m planning to let you try being an anchor.”
"Director Han, I won't sit down. Thank you for your kindness. I am here to resign to you. Please sign it. I will submit it to the finance department. I will not come to work tomorrow and my salary will be stopped from tomorrow.
Let's do it." Mengting put her resignation letter on the coffee table in front of the sofa, took out a pen from her handbag, and asked the station manager to sign it.
"You have to sit down. If you have something to say, talk to her." Han Hongtao smiled sinisterly and stepped forward, half pushing and half pulling Meng Ting to sit on the sofa.
For the womanizing director Han Hongtao, there are so many beauties on the TV station, and Mengting is simpler than other female reporters. He has specially investigated Mengting's file. Mengting comes from a single-parent family, and her mother is poor.
Living together, without any background, and having no more complicated social relationships than Baimei, such a girl is the easiest to get.