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Director Xiao Zixin briefly and concisely explained some of the tasks that needed to be done at present to the deputies who came to report on the work. They all knew that Director Xiao Zixin was going back to his hometown with his relatives early this morning to treat his old mother's third episode of fever.
, so I took advantage of the limited time in the morning to report some of the day's work, and then hurriedly left. The director and deputy director of the Political Department were left behind, and Director Xiao Zixin specifically explained other work.
Then they also quit and implemented it...
From the landing, he saw that the car that went to pick up his old father and his lover Bai Xinyu had returned downstairs. Bai Xinyu also called to say that they had arrived.
"Okay, wait a moment, I'll be down right away."
Director Xiao Zixin roughly packed up the important documents on the boss's desk, then hurriedly put them in the safe. After looking around, he found that it was almost done, then he picked up his handbag and went out and went downstairs.
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Just now, the chief of staff reported to him that the new director's flight arrived at 2:30 pm and a car had been sent to pick him up. Could he please advise whether to arrange a meeting for everyone in the evening? Or tomorrow morning?
"Well, at night. I can't come back during the day. I'll try my best to go back as early as possible when I get to my hometown... I'll make arrangements for the night, at the Provincial Party Committee Hotel."
"Okay, Director Xiao."
The handover of work between the old and new directors will take a few days. Director Xiao Zixin also needs to introduce some units in the department to the new director. There are also some follow-up tasks that need to be explained. In short, the handover
Although the ceremony is not very formal and grand, some necessary transitions still need to be completed step by step and done quickly. Due to various reasons, the document informed Director Xiao Zixin that he would formally report to the ministry within a week.
Therefore, at this moment, Director Xiao Zixin felt a sense of urgency in his heart and his steps were hurried. Downstairs, the cars of his father Xiao Laowen and his lover Bai Xinyu who were going to pick up Director Xiao Zixin were already parked at the door. There were two cars in front and behind them.
After Xiao Zixin went downstairs, he said hello to a few people waiting outside. Everyone got in the car and quickly drove out of the Provincial Public Security Department...
Many days have passed since the death of Director Xiao Zixin’s old mother. According to local practice, when parents and elders pass away, the first, second or third phase of the head is usually burnt for the elderly as a sign of sacrifice. When burning the first phase, Xiao Zixin and
My lover Bai Xinyu returned to her hometown Niangniang Village with her old father. Everything was done in accordance with local customs. A grand banquet and shochu were served, several tens of thousands of Ming coins were burned, the grave was rounded, and new earth was filled.
, when he came back that afternoon, the old father said that he wanted to stay alone in the village for a few days to talk to his old relatives and fellow villagers. Director Xiao Zixin considered that his old father really couldn't live without these old people, and he also knew that in his heart
The world is attached to and reminiscing about all the things I have lived here with my wife in the past life, so I agreed.
When the second phase of the burning started, Director Xiao Zixin was in the United States participating in a police work exchange event between the two countries organized by the Ministry of Public Security. However, he could not forget this important event, but he would not be able to make it back for a while, so he called home from overseas.
, asked his lover Bai Xinyu to fulfill his filial piety on his behalf, casually burned the second phase and brought his old father back together. The old man always stayed in Niangniang Village, and he couldn't worry about it. As a result, Bai Xinyu and the two people sent from the hall came together
After going to Niangniangzhai and burning the second phase for my old mother, I also successfully brought back Director Xiao Zixin’s old father, Xiao Laowei...
This time, I went to my hometown Niangniangzhai to burn the third and final issue for Director Xiao Zixin’s old mother.
The trunks of the two cars were filled with a large amount of gold ingots sold in Ming stores, tens of millions of Ming coins, and Maotai liquor, which the old mother did not often drink during her lifetime, Greater China... and the like. These things were included.
Some of them were prepared early by Director Xiao Zixin himself, some were bought by his lover Bai Xinyu from some Yin Yang stores that specialize in these items a few days ago, and some were given by subordinates in the department.
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In today's unlucky and evil years, this is no longer a big deal. Even if the government builds an office building, the great, glorious and correct leaders have to pay a lot of money to ask "Feng Shui Masters" to give guidance and burn incense.
Worshiping gods, praying for promotion, etc. have become a necessity for those officials who are in the officialdom, especially those who are ashamed of their big and small. What is the magic of burning some ghost coins for the old mother whom he has loved all his life, and spreading some good cigarettes and good wine?
What's more, Director Xiao Zixin is about to leave Dajiang Province and go to the capital to become an official?
He knew in his heart that, generally speaking, it would not be as convenient as when he was in the province. Returning to his hometown of Niangniang Village would become more and more distant and unfamiliar. What's more, once he arrived in the capital, he had just taken office.
Everything should be based on reality, and he must become familiar with the leaders of the department, colleagues and some important departments under his charge as soon as possible. There are also too many relevant laws and unspoken rules of the capital and get to know too many big tycoons in the officialdom.
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He understands that unless he has work needs or a business trip, he will not have time to return to this city that he is already very familiar with in a short period of time. His wife and elderly people at home can only stay here for the time being. Therefore, in his heart
This time I went to burn three issues for my old mother with my old father Xiao Laowen as a big event, and it was also a farewell trip.
"Dad, please rest for a while. It will take more than two hours to get home...I'll call you when we get there." Shortly after leaving the city, while driving fast on the highway, Director Xiao Zixin turned around to persuade his old father Xiao Laowei.
The whole situation was still the same as when he brought his old father from his hometown to the provincial capital. Director Xiao Zixin was willing to play the role of "secretary" or a follower, sitting in the passenger seat that he would never sit in normally.
While his lover Bai Xinyu was taking care of his old father Xiao Laowen, he was sitting in the large and comfortable back seat. The old man was holding a bottle of mountain spring water in his hand, took a sip, closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking about.
Xinyu silently held the old man's left hand with one hand and rubbed it gently...
Just as Director Xiao Zixin secretly realized before, since his old mother passed away suddenly, his old father Xiao Laowei, who had never been away from his wife in his whole life, seemed to have been evacuated by something.
He has aged a lot in a few days, as if his whole soul has been taken away by his wife. Although he has a son with a high official and a good salary and a good daughter-in-law who does her best to take care of him, none of this can stop him.
The inner world is shrinking rapidly, shrinking...
This time Director Xiao Zixin came back from the United States, and this time he came back from a meeting in Changjiao City. When Leng Ding saw his old father, he obviously shrank a lot again.
It’s so distressing!
He can have a good life, with his son and daughter-in-law taking care of him, but it is people who can heal or prevent all the sadness in his inner world. This may be the deep-seated truth of people, the so-called "wife" and "wife"...
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What's more, an 80-year-old man who has a strong sense of tradition and has never left his wife to serve him carefully and take care of his food and daily life?
"Well..." Director Xiao Zixin's old father, Xiao Laowen, responded vaguely. He put down the water, closed his eyes and stopped talking. When he reached a place, he suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Where are you?
Lengshuihe Bar? There are a lot of words on the net”
"Haha, Dad, yes, we have just crossed the Lengshui River. If you take a break, we will be there..."
Director Xiao Zixin's old father, Xiao Laowen, closed his eyes again and twitched the corners of his mouth for a while, as if he was sleeping peacefully.
When Director Xiao Zixin was a child, he should be said to be the most "filial" child in the family. Every year during Qingming Festival, Spring Festival, July 15th and other festivals... he was one of the teenagers who was most happy to finally visit his ancestral grave.
And this is what makes his old mother Huo Yuying most happy.
As soon as it was time to visit the grave, director Xiao Zixin, who was a boy, would be arranging things by himself, buying burning paper, incense, and whatever... Then, he would go home and put stacks of these burning papers handed down from the Xiao family's ancestors.
Every time, director Xiao Zixin would kneel on the ground with a childish and pious look, holding the paper camera in one hand and a wooden stick in the other, tapping one at a time and in sequence, even if it was a certain person.
If the downstroke misses the mark, you cannot tap again, but you can only tap down sequentially...
In this way, the burnt paper bought in small shops will be marked with clear money marks one after another!
Then he knelt and folded them into long strips one by one, so that they could be burned when he was going to the grave. In doing this, Director Xiao Zixin was more serious, pious and positive than other country children. Having such a son made the old mother feel quite sad.
To comfort her, when she gets "old" in the future, she will also be relieved. Her son will treat all the deceased elderly people in the Xiao family respectfully and enthusiastically every New Year's Day to pay homage to those who have been buried on the hillside, just like he does now.
The ancestors of the Xiao family visited the grave. At that time, although she had left this world, she could still "see" her favorite son there to visit her, burn paper at her grave, talk about some family matters, and
What she cares about...
Looking at the scenery passing by outside the car, occasionally there will be some scattered cemeteries in the pine forests in the distant mountains or on some slopes, which reminds Director Xiao Zixin...
When he was a child, his old mother told him that one time, one of his older cousins went to visit an old man's grave and brought his new wife with him, but somehow he failed to understand some procedures. When burning paper, the two of them were fine.
He was joking, laughing and chattering, but when he was going down the mountain after burning the paper, his eldest cousin suddenly fainted, frightening his new wife. When they got him home, Director Xiao Zixin’s old mother took one
Chopsticks, pour some water into the big bowl, the chopsticks actually stood up in the empty big bowl!
His old mother was mumbling something loudly at that time, asking for forgiveness from the ancestors and saying good words to these children who didn't know what to do and didn't understand etiquette.
Strangely enough, Director Xiao Zixin's old mother told him that his eldest cousin actually got better after she said this...
"Hey, man, you can never deceive the sky. Remember, son..."
People nowadays also say that there are gods three feet above the ground. People are doing what they do and God is watching. It’s not that they won’t repay. The time has not yet come, but when the time comes, everything will be repaid!!!
Is not it?
Therefore, over the years, no matter how those evil officials in the officialdom bullied the people, how they bared their teeth, how they falsely promoted, how great, glorious, and correct they deceived the world... Director Xiao Zixin was among them, but in fact he had nothing in his heart.
I understand, but I can't help it. What can he do on his own? He can't change anything at all. He is just living in it and has unknowingly embarked on the evil path. As long as he does less evil and tries not to do evil, other than that, he sincerely
Really!
The ancestral grave of Director Xiao Zixin's family is located on a windy and sunny hillside. The surrounding environment is very quiet and surrounded by a small pine forest.
When my old mother passed away, it was still freezing and snowy, especially on the day of her burial. The snow was falling heavily, blinding her eyesight. Although the solar term had already entered spring at that time, after all, the north was not as good as the south. But in the blink of an eye, when I came back with the third stage of fever, it was already spring and the flowers were blooming.
, green sprouts everywhere...
Time has only passed for more than half a month and twenty days!!
This is the world, this is nature![
People among them, especially some evil interest groups, dominate the mountain and dominate, as if they are more powerful than others. They think they have the truth of the universe. God is the boss and he is the second child. In fact, this is not the case. There is no fixed time.
Really, complete collapse is only a fleeting thing.
By the way, the ancestral tomb of Director Xiao Zixin’s family occupies a large area and is at least eighty to ninety years old. Depending on the generation, age, and time of death, the ancestral graves are buried from top to bottom... His elders are buried one after another.
My mother occupied a place on the ancestral graveyard, a grave made of fresh, wet black soil. Her graves were arranged in order of age, below the graves of her grandfather and grandma, to the right, and on top of them were the great grandfathers.
, eldest grandma, and above that is the great grandpa, the great grandma, and then the person who the locals call the wife...
Director Xiao Zixin can no longer tell what those people should be called. Anyway, the higher up they are from Hu, the Xiao family has been a wealthy family since ancient times. Especially after his great-grandfather's generation, the family has become more prosperous and richer.
The more you roll, the more people there will be.
This can be seen around his old mother's grave. Director Xiao Zixin's old father, Xiao Laolian, has seven or eight brothers and sisters. Nowadays, most of them have passed away long ago, and they are still arranged here...
Next to him are the uncle, the aunt, the second uncle, the second aunt...and so on. His old father ranks fifth and is known as "Fifth Brother", "Fifth Uncle", "Fifth Master" in his hometown of Niangniang Village...
Next to the old mother who had just passed away, the place should have been reserved for the old father. However, Director Xiao Zixin’s old father, Xiao Laowei, had already spoken. He specifically asked his son, Director Xiao Zixin, to follow him after his death.
The old mother's bones were buried in a grave.
Director Xiao Zixin had already written down these words one by one. At this time, after more than two hours of travel, the two cars finally arrived in the village and here again.
Director Xiao Zixin helped his old father up the mountain. Several haggard-looking people squatted or knelt in front of a tomb, burning paper money, lighting incense, and kneeling to worship their relatives. Director Xiao Zixin’s old father, Xiao Laowei, was accompanied by his lifelong wife.
, the old mother who gave birth to and raised Director Xiao Zixin for decades. Several people couldn't help but burst into tears. In Chinese history, those who can afford incense and offerings are either gods, saints, or the people they love most.
When a person is alive, he is full of vitality, but when he is dead, there is no sound of crows. No one can live a long life, and long live is even more ridiculous!
If we say that according to the official career style in today's evil social environment, the ancestral graves of Director Xiao Zixin's family are not so ordinary, and even a little shabby. At least, he lives in a villa in the province, and his wife lives in his hometown.
The ancestral tombs in the village should have been grand and renovated long ago. However, the strange thing is that it is still the same as when he often came here to visit the tombs in his boyhood. There is almost no change. It is different from the ones nearby or on the opposite hill.
The cemeteries of ordinary villagers are exactly the same, with neither marble buildings nor so-called green halls and tiles.
The only difference is that a marble tombstone as white as jade has been erected in front of each grave, especially the new grave of his old mother.
Many times, village leaders and some business owners offered to repair the ancestral tombs of Director Xiao Zixin's family, but he politely declined. His career in the officialdom started from grassroots work to the current high-ranking official and well-paid person, step by step
As I walked over, it became clearer and clearer to me that although it is called the so-called "prosperous age", it is also a time when the sky is angry and people are resentful. Over the past few decades, many evildoers have been committed, and the people of the world are so disheartened that they dare not speak out if they dare to be angry...
Why do you need to build those "great buildings" of Fa Tian for your ancestors?
Not doing evil has been his bottom line for many years.
This is the oath he always reminds himself of.
Under the evil pollution of the environment, in his current position, if he can do more kind things for some people, he will try his best to do more things within his responsibilities for those poor people.
To accumulate virtue is to do the greatest and best thing for oneself, and also to protect his ancestors including himself (one day he will also sleep here forever)
Once the world changes drastically, Director Xiao Zixin believes that the ancestral tombs of his Xiao family that have been handed down for nearly a hundred years will not cause those people who have been angry for a long time to come to carry out a thorough liquidation and dig up his ancestral tombs...
"Mom... I see you are here, son..."
After burning incense and paper, Director Xiao Zixin knelt down and kowtowed three times to his old mother's grave, while muttering to himself.
Then, he lit a few more Greater China, gently took them from his lips, and placed them respectfully in front of his old mother.
The burning cigarette butt faces outward and the filter tip faces inward, allowing the old mother to enjoy the best things in this world that only high-level people can enjoy with the power and money.
After my lover Bai Xinyu finished kowtowing beside him, he respectfully opened two bottles of Maotai and gave them to his old mother to drink.
One bottle, another bottle.
"Mom, my dad has also come to see you. He is in good health now and is living with us in the provincial capital... Don't worry!"
"mom……"
"Mom, I will be transferred to the xx department when I go back this time. When I get to the capital, I may not have time to come back to visit you for a while. Please be more understanding and understand my son. Once I have time, I will come back to visit.
you……"
"Mom, your daughter-in-law and I are doing well. We hope to give you a grandson this year or next year. We hope that your spirit in heaven will bless us! Mom!"
"..."
Tears slowly slid down the tall nose of Director Xiao Zixin and flowed into his mouth. His old father had been half-kneeling and half-sitting beside him, muttering something in his mouth, but I don’t know what he muttered. Xiao Zixin Director
Chang couldn't hear clearly, and Bai Xinyu couldn't hear clearly either. In one hand, he was holding a branch that his son, Director Xiao Zixin, had folded for him. From time to time, he was playing with the burning paper that was about to be extinguished but had not been completely burned. He picked it up and let them use it.
Mountain wind, burn into ashes as soon as possible...
Above their heads, paper dust swirled in the mountain wind...
About an hour later, all the rituals were completed with a pious attitude and actions. Director Xiao Zixin stood up and prepared to help his old father go down the mountain. Several subordinates of the provincial department who had accompanied them came up to pick them up, and everyone went down together.
Go down the mountain.
This time when he returned to his hometown of Niangniangzhai, Director Xiao Zixin, in addition to burning three times and visiting the grave of his old mother, he and his old father Xiao Laowei also had another big thing on their minds, which was that they had previously donated to the township primary and secondary schools to build new schools.
They also hope to take advantage of this trip back to their hometown to see, ask, and conduct a serious inspection...
The village planned to keep the father and son, as well as Bai Xinyu and the police, to have a meal before leaving.
But Director Xiao Zixin declined politely. The timetable was not arranged in this way, and there were still many things waiting for him to do back in the hall. This time he could only visit his hometown Niangniang Village for a walk. Lunch was arranged.
In the countryside, I just had a simple bite and then headed back to the provincial capital without stopping.
In any case, Director Xiao Zixin was deeply grateful and unforgettable for the local sentiments, local sentiments and local values. He stopped the car in the village, got out of the car with a smile and explained it to the villagers who had been waiting there.
Director Xiao Zixin’s old father, Xiao Laowen, also got out of the car and chatted enthusiastically to those people...
After getting back on the road, the villagers who had been with the Xiao family for decades watched their car disappear around the corner of the mountain, and then realized that the old Xiao family was still in Niangniang Village in addition to their ancestral graves. This family was afraid that
I have to leave this hot land forever...
At this time, the phone rang, and Director Xiao Zixin received a call from the hall:
"Director Xiao, Director Huang from Beijing has arrived and has been accommodated in Room 0888 of the Provincial Party Committee Hotel."
"Okay, I understand. I'll try my best to get back before dark."
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