As he spoke, Qiu Pengju introduced the old objects in the room.
Indeed, they are all ordinary things, but each embodies the glorious history of Mr. Qiu. Almost every small object can tell a story.
If he could tell everyone everything, Mr. Qiu would have almost completed all his achievements in this life!
"Yuejin, tell me why you got into a fight with Xue Xiang this time."
Mr. Qiu sat down on an old-fashioned wicker chair covered with an old cotton-padded jacket, and asked the same question as Qiu Pengju.
Indeed, the older generation has been in politics for many years and is well versed in the art of politics, which is compromise.
What Qiu Yuejin did was extremely unwise in their eyes.
Do you want to strive for merit and create a strong enemy for yourself?
Thanks to Qiu Pengju's question just now, Qiu Yuejin was mentally prepared and was not stupid enough to give himself any high-sounding banner. He only tactfully admitted that he and Xue Xiang were both young men and envied each other.
This time he made his own mistakes and confessed his mistakes, which was indeed more acceptable to Mr. Qiu.
The old man snorted coldly: "You, you are already in your twenties, and you still have no idea. Do you know how stupid what you did this time is?"
Qiu Yuejin was obedient and did not argue a word.
Mr. Qiu wrapped up his coat and said, "Although I have never met that child of the Xue family, I have heard Mr. Ji and Mr. Nan talk about it. They both praised him for their magnanimity. This shows that he must be a very outstanding person."
Young people, since they are all young people, why can't they work together and have to make trouble to this extent? I don't want to hear what you say about heroes being jealous of each other. They don't even have a little heart. They are not heroes. They are nothing more than villains jealous of gentlemen.
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Seeing that Qiu Yuejin was scolded by the old man as soon as he came up. Qiu Pengqi overturned his thoughts of protecting the calf and continued, "Dad, please stop talking. Yuejin may not have gone too far wrong this time. What kind of quality is Xue Xiang?"
We all know that leaping forward is not necessarily a good thing for us."
"Speaking of which, the third son of the Xue family suffered some setbacks this time. It may not be a bad thing for him. After all, the Xue family's momentum in recent years has been too strong. We have endured hardships for the old Xue family this time. They should thank us.
Of course, the best thing is the reaction of the old man and other companies this time. With this foundation, it may not be impossible for us to be in the same spirit in the future."
"hehe……"
Mr. Qiu seemed to have heard a very funny joke, but as he laughed, his eyes became more and more fierce. "We are in the same spirit? Haha, second brother. You think too much, but you are very optimistic and can always look at the losses."
Take advantage."
"Do you think those families are really helping each other? It's nothing more than letting you two idiots charge forward, while others help beat the drum. It's like farming and harvesting millet. It's you who contribute, and the harvest belongs to everyone. You have to suffer.
It’s a natural disaster, but you are the unlucky ones. I can retreat without any problems. At this moment, my second brother, you can still think about people from the same family. Should I say you have a big heart? Or do you have a narrow mind?”
Qiu Pengju nodded cowardly, and immediately, sweat broke out on his forehead.
After training the two of them for a long time, Mr. Qiu's expression improved a little, and he gave the cane a heavy slap: "Okay, the matter has come to an end, and it is useless to say this, but you two have to remember it for me. From now on, whether you are an official or a human being, you will do your best.
You have to step on me
Solid, square and upright, especially you need to remember that if you have thousands of words, it is better to remain silent. Silence is like gold. This saying is by no means unreasonable. There is also another sentence, the first rafter will die first, and the third son of the Xue family in front of you is not the same.
A living example?”
After saying that, the old man stood up and waved his hand, "Go ahead and stop being an eyesore here. It's really annoying. My old man is already old and I still have to worry about you two!"
With that said, he went straight back to the back bedroom.
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September in China should be the harvest season. All over the country, in the farmland, on the hillside, in the orchards, the golden rice is in waves, the fruits are hanging from the branches, and farmers, farmers, industry and commerce are all busy.
The golden autumn of September in the Plum Garden has a unique charm.
The pillars in the garden are decorated with lush bamboos, green pines and cypresses, and are placed along the stream in an orderly manner, each with its own originality.
The gurgling water is as interesting as it was many years ago, touching the rocks and surrounding it.
The most eye-catching thing is the vast rice fields beside the stream.
The plump rice ears gathered into the sea, and under the sun's rays, they floated like gold.
Indeed, in the eyes of farmers, these grains of golden color are more valuable than gold.
In the morning, I played bridge with my old friends for a while. The old leader who had retired from politics would often go back to Meiyuan to stay for a while. If nothing happened, he would not even return to Nanhai, the center of power.
In his free time, he reads newspapers and books at home, meets up with some old friends, plays chess and bridge, and lives a fulfilling and peaceful life every day.
But these two days, the old chief's good time had to be interrupted.
People who come to visit him, no matter where the topic starts, the final footnote will always end up in the excitement of the old man's home in Shu.
After hearing more, the old leader gradually became troubled.
Originally, every bridge battle lasted for one day, but after playing a few games this morning, the old leader lost interest.
After bidding farewell to several poker friends, I put on my sackcloth, put on my rubber shoes, and picked up my sickle. I went to the field and cut the grains for half an hour. After hard work, I broke into a slight sweat and felt much calmer.
I went back to the bathroom, took a hot shower, changed into a clean good-quality shirt, put on a pair of linen Zhongshan trousers, stepped on comfortable old Beijing cloth shoes, carried my fishing rod, and came to the old man's house by the pond in the west of the courtyard.
Sitting under the willow tree.
The pond is not big, just two acres square. There are no special carvings. It is just an ordinary farm pond. The dams on all sides are made of mud. The water in the pond is very clear, but there is no bottom, which shows that the pond is very deep.
Lotus leaves are planted all over the pond, and the water from the leaves is very high. In Zhu Ziqing's words, it looks like Tingting's dancer's skirt. In this harvest season, red lotus flowers and green lotus pods like small lamps can be seen everywhere.
The water surface is busy, and the water is also busy. Among the dense aquatic plants, frogs hiss and cicadas chirp, and fish and shrimps play. It's so enjoyable.
The old chief first put some wine lees and rice bran flavor into the pond. Later, after choosing the right spot, he lowered the fishhook and leaned against the tree quietly.
After a while, the half-floating fish float in the pond became like the head of an insomniac who had been suffering from insomnia for a long time, sinking from time to time and struggling to float again.
This was a sign that the fish was biting. The old leader held his breath and concentrated before he could make a move, when a shout came from behind him.
"Brother Cai, please come here. You haven't been here for some years. I think it's been three years."
It was the southern comrade who heard the voice. Sure enough, after a while, the tall southern comrade walked around the camphor forest and arrived at the edge of the pond. He shouted to the old leader from a distance: "Dad, look who's coming."
As he spoke, he turned sideways and let out the person behind him, who turned out to be Cai Xingtian, No. 1 of the Sichuan Provincial Committee with a stern face and slightly frosted temples.
"Hello, Chief."
There was a crash, Cai Xingtian stood at attention and saluted the old leader with a military salute.
The old leader pointed to the polished bluestone beside the pond and said with a smile: "Oh my god, I haven't seen you for a few years, but you have seen me. Please sit down."
After that, he glared at the southern comrade and said: "Why are you making such a fuss? Finally, a fish bites the hook. Why are you yelling like this? My whole morning's work has been in vain."
"Dad, if you want to eat fish, isn't it easy? I'll call two soldiers to come and catch you in a net, which will be enough for you to eat for a week." The southern comrade joked.
Cai Xingtian sat down on the bluestone and said with a smile, "If the leader is fishing, he may not necessarily want to eat fish. You know, a drunkard's intention is not to drink but to drink. The leader is cultivating his sentiments and cultivating his character."
The southern comrade seemed to be waiting for these words. He received it with a smile: "Since it is about cultivating sentiments and does not care about the fish, it only cares about the mountains and rivers. It doesn't matter whether you can catch the fish or not. Why get angry with me?"
"You boy."
The old leader was so angry that he laughed and threw away his fishing rod, "I really regret calling you back. I haven't seen you produce any research results in the Academy of Social Sciences in the past few years. I only see the hard work you have done with your long talk. Go."
Go and tell the kitchen to prepare food. At noon, we won’t leave until we’re done, and we’ll have a meal together.”
With that said, the old chief stood up and looked for the oleander forest not far away. Comrade Southern gave Cai Xing an angelic look and went straight away.
Cai Xingtian quickly stood up and trotted over.
The peach forest is deep, the grass is on the ground, the water flows down the stream, and the orioles are singing at the bottom. The old leader puts his head on his back to face the sun and walks forward slowly. Cai Xingtian follows suit, following carefully, and his eyes occasionally pass under the left outer ear of the old leader.
, I want to get some clues from that.
As mentioned earlier, Cai Xingtian is also a very well-established person.
However, his roots are not elsewhere, but at the old leader's place. If not, how could he have occupied the No. 1 position in the old leader's hometown since he was reformed, and he still holds the position to this day?
It turned out that Cai Xingtian was one of the earliest guards of the old leader, and the Southern comrades had known him since they were young. Cai Xingtian's hometown was No. 4, and the Southern comrades had called him "Brother Cai" since he was a child.
Later, due to the old chief's job transfer, Cai Xingtian was sent to the local army. After decades of ups and downs, although he had many favors from the old chief, Cai Xingtian's official career was very smooth.
But because of various relationships, the number of times the two have met over the past decades can be counted with just one hand.
Elderly people generally attach great importance to feelings. After nearly half a century of friendship, affection is of course very important. This is the fundamental reason why Cai Xingtian knew that Xue Laosan was following, but did not take him seriously.
Because in careful calculation, Xue Anyuan's qualifications were far inferior to his. If Cai had not been transferred to a local job before liberation, he would have been a lieutenant general when he was awarded the title in 1955.
And because he has been accompanying the old leader for several years, Cai Xingtian is very familiar with the old leader's habits. If the old man is in a bad mood or is disturbed by trouble, the left outer auricle of the old man will beat slightly, which proves that the old man is thinking hard.
He glanced a few times and saw that the old man's ears were no longer trembling, and he felt slightly calmer. (To be continued...)