Sha Mingde was transferred out of Chujiang Province, which was unexpected.
Chen Jing could imagine how shocked Chujiang's political circles would be after this news was released.
It is no exaggeration to say that Sha Mingde is a secretary who has made great contributions in Chujiang, and Chujiang is currently on an upward trend. In terms of policy continuity, Sha Mingde will leave at this time.
Chujiang is not suitable.
In addition, when the central government adjusts provincial officials, it sometimes emphasizes this point. Because of these considerations, many people never thought that the central government would adjust Sha Mingde's work.
Once Sha Mingde leaves, there will be a huge change in Chujiang's political landscape. There is no doubt that this is the case.
The team that Sha Mingde built in Chujiang is likely to be greatly weakened by Sha Mingde's departure.
Judging from the place where Sha Mingde took up his new post, North Jiangsu Province is located in East China and has developed very quickly. It is a well-known and prosperous place in the country, which is incomparable to Chujiang.
From the perspective of Sha Mingde's personal development, maybe he can better display his talents by going to Northern Jiangsu.
Chen Jing was thinking about all these messy things, and the car had already entered the Bayi Villa.
The Bayi Villa is exceptionally quiet in winter. On both sides of the wide main road, tall pines and cypresses turn into dark green. The dark thickness gives the place a sense of solemnity unconsciously. There are regular intervals on both sides of the road.
At a distance, there are soldiers wearing military coats and standing upright. They are heroic, majestic and majestic.
The car stopped in front of a small red building. Chen Jing followed Fang Wanqi out of the car. He tried his best to comfort himself and make himself feel calmer.
Fang Wanqi seemed to sense the abnormality in Chen Jing's expression. She thought Chen Jing was nervous, so she held Chen Jing's arm tightly with her hand. She put her mouth close to Chen Jing's ear and comforted him softly: "It's okay, relax.
Relax. He's just a bad old man, so what's there to be afraid of?"
The red courtyard door opened, and Li Yanqing led the two of them into the courtyard.
As soon as I entered the courtyard, the heat hit my face.
Only then did Chen Jing realize that the entire courtyard was covered with greenhouses, and the entire courtyard was filled with various flowers, plants, and bonsais. When he stepped into the courtyard on the first day of the new year, it felt more like spring than the middle of winter.
There is a Taishi chair in the courtyard. The chair is very elegant and simple. It is yellow in color and should be made of rosewood.
There were thick cushions on the Taishi's chair, and an old man with an ordinary face sat on the chair. He held a dark crutch in both hands and pointed at the flowers and plants in the yard.
"grandfather!"
Fang Wanqi escaped Chen Jing's control like a little swallow and ran towards the old man quickly. She took small steps and her movements were unusually brisk.
The old man seemed a little panicked and took a long time to react. At this time, Fang Wanqi had already ran to his side and held his right arm with both hands.
"Grandpa~"
Fang Wanqi called out again, and the old man nodded and said, "I'm almost thirty years old, but I'm still so reckless. I came in and made a whoosh, which scared me!"
The old man speaks clearly and has a slight local accent, which sounds like the accent of the northwest area.
Chen Jing finally walked up to the old man and looked at the old man up close. As Fang Wanqi said, he was just a bad old man.
He didn't have the magnanimity of those old generals on TV. The old man was wearing an ordinary melon-skin hat. He should not be tall. His hands holding the cane were shaking badly, and those hands were also full of wrinkles. He was already old.
Too bad.
The only thing that stood out were his eyes.
The old man's eyes are not sharp, but looking at them gives people an unfathomable feeling. Through those eyes, it seems that the end will never be seen.
"Hello, grandpa!" Chen Jing stepped forward and bowed slightly to the old man. His courtesy was the courtesy of Chu Jiang's younger generation to their elders.
The old man's eyes wandered over Chen Jing's face, with a kind smile on his face. He pointed with his crutch to the chair that the guard had just brought over, and said: "Sit down, sit down! He looks like a man from the northwest, he is quite tall!"
Chen Jing thanked him and sat on the chair, while Fang Wanqi placed the chair next to Mr. Fang's chair, holding the old general's left hand with both hands.
"Your name..." The old man turned his ear to Chen Jing.
Chen Jing hurriedly said: "My surname is Chen, and my given name has the character Jing. Erdong Chen means Jing in the capital..."
The old man nodded, smiled and said: "These two words are very simple and easy to write!" He paused and said: "You are more like a Northwester than me. I was picky when I was young, and when I was only eleven, I
When I was a porter, I was so stressed that I couldn't grow taller. When we were at war, some people called me 'Fang Dwarf'."
"Grandpa!" Fang Wanqi shook the old man's arm, pouted a little unhappy, and said, "Who said you are short? You are not short..."
The old man smiled, pointed at Fang Wanqi and said: "This child still refuses to admit the fact. He is short because he is short. That is not something to be ashamed of. Why don't you admit it?"
Fang Wanqi and General Fang talked, and Chen Jing's heart calmed down.
The communication with the old man was very smooth. Chen Jing did not feel any pressure. It was as casual as walking in the park, meeting the old man by chance, and then sitting down and chatting together.
"I heard that you read a lot and are good at writing articles?" The old man suddenly asked Chen Jing again.
Chen Jing hurriedly said humbly: "Grandpa, I usually don't have much time to study, I am busy with work. Writing articles is also due to work needs. I usually have little free time, and I don't study much on this!
"
The old man waved his hands and said, "I know a little about you, I heard it from others. I envy intellectuals who are educated, because I don't know much about it myself."
He paused, raised the crutch in his hand and said, "You have read a lot of books. Let me test you a little. Can you tell me what the layout of my small building is?"
Chen Jing stood stunned on the spot, not knowing what to say.
The layout of the small building?
Chen Jing came in from the outside just now. He didn't even have time to pay attention to the environment here. He felt that the small building was red and looked a little different from the surrounding buildings. As for the layout, how did he know?
He paused and replied truthfully: "Grandpa, I just came in a hurry and didn't have time to pay attention to the surrounding environment. I really couldn't figure out what the pattern was!"
The old man smiled, raised his crutch and said, "Look now! You should take a walk and take a look when you are here..."
Chen Jing stood up from the chair, and beads of sweat appeared on his back.
He never expected that in this place, the old man would suddenly ask him such a test question. How could he have thought of it in such a short time?
He stood up, looked around, and suddenly looked up at the roof of the small building. He saw that this building was made of old-fashioned beams. At the end of the beams, there were intricately carved patterns, as if there were auspicious clouds and
bat.
Chen Jing frowned and suddenly thought of the meaning of "bat" symbolizing "blessing". Since this is an old house, does it involve some traditional Chinese things? For example, Feng Shui?
When he thought of Feng Shui, Chen Jing was suddenly startled. He turned to look at the old man. The old man was talking to Fang Wanqi, and one of his eyes seemed to be looking at Chen Jing.
Chen Jing's reading is relatively complex, and he has read some Feng Shui books, but such books often involve Yin Yang, Five Elements, Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, as well as Bagua calculations. For a while, he couldn't find a clue.
He took a deep breath, slowly meditated, and carefully looked at the structural layout and direction of the house.
After a long time, something suddenly moved in his heart and he said: "Yes!"
When the old man and Fang Wanqi heard what he said, they both stopped talking. The old man said with great interest: "Oh? Can you tell me about it?"
Chen Jing pondered for a moment and said: "This small building faces south and north. Judging from the Feng Shui of the Eight Houses, it is a typical East and Four House type. Grandpa, you are a person born in Jiwei. Your fortune divination belongs to Zhen, and Zhen is the East. You It is also the fortune sign of the East Four hexagrams, which is consistent with this house, and it will be auspicious for you to live there.
But the only problem is that the gate of this house is too far to the west, which conflicts with the stem position. Qian belongs to gold, and the metal position conflicts with it. According to the principle of the five elements' mutual generation and mutual restraint, fire overcomes metal. The house painted red and purple represents fire, so... …”
Halfway through Chen Jing's words, Fang Wanqi covered her stomach and started laughing, pointing at Chen Jing and saying: "Chen Jing, stop talking, my stomach can't stand it! Where do you think you are talking about? How did you get involved in these I Ching gossips? Gone?
Let me tell you, this house turned red because during the Cultural Revolution, my grandfather was criticized and he got angry and had people paint it red. Didn’t everyone say red at that time? Grandpa lived in a red house. A Red Guard wouldn't dare come to harass and arrest people. Why did you get so much money and get so angry?"
Chen Jing was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly turned red, and he said to the old man: "Grandpa, I am talking nonsense. I also read too many nonsense books..."
The old man had a smile on his face and did not mean to blame Chen Jing. He pointed to the seat and said: "Sit down, sit down! It's good to study, and it's better to read eclectically. I'm afraid that if you study hard, you will become a nerd... …”
He gently touched the armrest of the seat, suddenly pointed to a bonsai on the flower bed, and said, "Is this a gift from you?"
Chen Jing looked at the pot. It was not his own pot, but looking at the orchid, it was a kind of Jianlan unique to Chujiang Province. It should be regarded as "hard-leaf benhua" and was an extremely rare species. He gave it to Fang Lu. The pot is firm and then divided.
He nodded and said: "Yes, do you like this basin?"
The old man smiled and nodded: "Yes, yes! This basin is very valuable."
He changed the subject and said to Fang Wanqi: "Qiqi only knows one of many problems, but doesn't know the other. I painted the house red back then to protect myself. However, the person who asked me to paint the house red at that time was actually a person who understood Feng Shui folk artist.
Not many people know about this matter, and even my family members don’t know about it. I didn’t expect you to mention this, it’s really beyond expectations.”
He paused, changed the subject, sighed, and said: "This is why it is good to read more. I often tell them to take time to read more, but few people listen..."
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