As he said that, Qiu Pengju introduced the old objects all over the room again.

Indeed, they are all ordinary things, but they each embody the glorious history of Mr. Qiu. Almost every small object can tell a story.

If the story behind each thing is told, Mr. Qiu’s lifelong achievements will be almost done!

"Yuejin, tell me why I choked with Xue Xiang this time."

Mr. Qiu sat down on an old-fashioned rattan chair with an old cotton jacket and asked a question exactly the same 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 a compromise.

In their eyes, what Qiu Yuejin did this was a very wrong plan.

If you want to compete for merit, can you make a strong enemy for yourself like this?

Fortunately, Qiu Pengju asked me just now, and Qiu Yuejin was mentally prepared. He was not stupid enough to give him any high-sounding banner. He just tactfully admitted that he was both young and handsome, and was jealous of Xue Xiang.

His mistakes and confession of his own faults were indeed more acceptable to Mr. Qiu.

The old man snorted coldly: "You are in your twenties, and you have no idea what you are doing this time. Do you know how stupid you are?"

Qiu Yuejin was timid and did not speak out.

Mr. Qiu wrapped his coat, "I haven't seen the child of Xue family, but I have heard from Mr. Ji and Mr. Nan talk about it. What kind of demeanor are they? They praise a young man together. This shows that they must be a very outstanding young man. 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 a hero is jealous of a gentleman. I don't even have a heart at all. I'm just a villain who is jealous of a gentleman!"

Seeing that Qiu Yuejin was scolded by the old man as soon as he came up, Qiu Pengju started to protect his son. He continued, "Dad, don't say it, Yuejin may not be wrong this time. We all know what Xue Xiang is. When Yuejin first came out of the cottage, he beat the master to death. If he was wrong, it may not be a good thing for us."

"After that being said, the third brother of the Xue family suffered some setbacks this time, which may not be a bad thing for him. After all, the Xue family has been in such a strong momentum in recent years. We will thank us for the old Xue family this time. Of course, the best thing is the reaction of the old man and others this time. With this foundation, we may not be able to be together in the future."

"hehe……"

Mr. Qiu seemed to have heard a very funny joke. In the laughter, his eyes became more and more harsh, "I'm so angry? Haha, second brother, you're thinking too much. You're very optimistic and can always regard suffering losses as taking advantage of them."

"You are really helping those families? It's just that you two idiots are charging forward, and they are helping to beat the edge drum. It's like farming and harvesting millet, and you are the ones who work hard. With harvest, it's everyone's fault. You are still unlucky, and they are leaving without any hindrance. At this moment, you can still think about the same-sex branches. Should I say you are big-hearted? Or are you narrow-minded?"

Qiu Pengju nodded cowardly, and in an instant, sweat oozed out of his forehead.

After scolding the two for a while, Mr. Qiu's expression improved slightly and he slapped his crutch: "Okay, things have come to this point, and saying these things is useless, but you two have to remember them well. In the future, whether you are an official or a person, you must be down-to-earth and square. Especially, you need to remember that it is better to be silent than to be silent. Silence is like gold. This is definitely not unreasonable. There is another sentence, the rafters that stand out will rot first. Isn't the third brother of the Xue family in front of you a living example?"

After saying that, the old man stood up and waved his hand, "Go and go, don't stand here and get annoying," It's really not worry-free. I'm so old that I have to worry about you two!"

As he said that, he turned straight back to the bedroom in the inner room.

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The land of China in September should be the harvest season. All over the country, in farmland, on hillsides, orchards, golden rice turns into waves, fruits hang on branches, scholars, farmers, industry and commerce are all busy.

The golden autumn of the plum garden has a unique charm.

The park has lush bamboos and forests, and the pines and cypresses are green and green. They are arranged along the stream in an orderly manner, with each ingenious ingenuity.

The gurgling water, just like many years ago, was hit by stones and was naturally interesting.

The most eye-catching thing is the rice fields next to the stream.

The plump rice ears gather into the sea, and under the sun, the floating light leaps gold.

Indeed, in the eyes of farmers, these golden yellows are more expensive than gold.

I played bridge with my old friends for a while in the morning. I saw that the old leader of Xizheng would often return to Meiyuan to live for a while. If nothing happened, he would not even want to return to the core of power, the Nanhai.

In his spare time, he reads newspapers and books at home, and then makes an appointment with three or five old friends, plays chess and bridges. His life is fulfilling and peaceful every day.

But in the past two days, the old leader's wonderful time had to be interrupted.

Those who come to visit him, no matter where the topic comes from, the last footnote will always fall into the bustle of Shu in the old leader’s hometown.

After listening to it for a long time, 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 saying goodbye to several card friends, he put on his own clothes, put on rubber shoes, and carried a sickle. He went to the field and cut millet that had been less than half an hour. After some hard work, he sweated slightly and felt much calmer.

I turned back to the bathroom, took a hot shower, changed into a clean Shinye shirt, put on a pair of linen Zhongshan pants, stepped on comfortable old cloth shoes in Beijing, carried the fishing rod, and sat under the old willow tree beside the pond west of the yard.

The pond is not big, two acres square, without any special carvings. It is the most ordinary farm pond. The dams on all sides are purely made of mud. The water in the pond is very clear, but it is not bottomed out, which shows that the water in the pond is very deep.

Lotus leaves are planted everywhere in the pond, and the leaves are very high. In Zhu Ziqing's words, the dancer's skirt is like Tingting's dancer. At this harvest season, red lotus flowers and green lotus pods like small cups can be seen everywhere.

The water is lively and busy, among the dense aquatic plants, frogs and cicadas are chirping, fish and shrimps are playing, which is so pleasant.

The old leader first doughed the wine lees and rice bran in the pond. Later, he chose the right place, then put the fish hook and leaned against the tree quietly.

Not long after, the fish float half floating in the pond was like the head of an insomnia patient who had been in a long time, sinking from time to time and struggling to float up.

This was a sign of fish biting and eating. The old leader held his breath and concentrated his mind. He wanted to move. A shout came from behind him.

"Brother Cai, please come here. You haven't been here for some years. I'll do it for three years."

It was the sound of the Southern Comrade. Sure enough, not long after, the tall Southern Comrade bypassed the camphor forest, arrived at the pond, and shouted to the old leader from afar: "Dad, see who is coming."

As he said that, he opened his body and gave up the person behind him. Cai Xingtian, No. 1, the Shuzhong Provincial Committee, whose temples were slightly frosted and his face was cold.

"Hello, Chief."

With a thunderous look, Cai Xingtian stood attentively and saluted the old leader.

The old leader pointed to the smooth bluestone beside the pond and smiled and said, "Oh my god, I haven't seen you for a while. You're here to see you, sit down."

After saying that, he glared at Comrade Nanfang again and said, "Why are you quarreling? I finally got a fish biting the hook. What a joke, why did you guys do it again in vain this morning?"

"Dad, if you want to eat fish, it's not easy? I'll ask two soldiers to come and go in one net, enough for you to eat for a week." Comrade Nanfang joked.

Cai Xingtian sat on the bluestone and smiled, "The leader fishing, may not be because he wants to eat fish. It is said that the drunkard's intention is not wine, but between the mountains and rivers. The leader is cultivating sentiment and cultivating one's character."

Comrade Nanfang seemed to be waiting for these words, and received a smile: "Since it is to cultivate sentiment, not care about fish, but only the mountains and rivers, then if you can catch fish, it's just the same thing, why bother to get angry at me?"

"You boy."

The old leader was so angry that he laughed and threw the fishing rod, "I really regret calling you back. I haven't seen you produce any research results in the Academy of Social Sciences over the years. I've seen you have been talking. Go and go, and ask the kitchen to prepare meals. At noon, don't leave and eat together."

As he said that, the old leader stood up and looked for the oleander forest not far away. The southern comrade winked at Angel Cai Xing and left alone.

Cai Xingtian hurriedly stood up and trotted over to follow...

The peach forest was deep, with green grass matted on the ground, water flowing under the stream, orioles sing on the bottom of the flowers, the old leader carried his head to face the sun, and walked slowly. Cai Xingtian followed with his steps and followed carefully, his eyes occasionally flew over the underside of the outer auricle on the left side of the old leader, wanting to see the clues from that.

As mentioned in the previous article, Cai Xingtian is also a very strong person.

However, his roots and feet are not elsewhere, and they are here at the old leader. If not, how could he have occupied the No. 1 position in the hometown of the old leader until today?

It turned out that Cai Xingtian was one of the earliest guards of the old leader. Comrade Nanfang was familiar with him since childhood. Cai Xingtian’s hometown was Xingsi, and Comrade Nanfang called him “Brother Cai” since he was a child.

Later, because of the old leader's job transfer, Cai Xingtian went to the local army. After decades of ups and downs, although many of them were favored by the old leader, Cai Xingtian's career was very smooth.

But because of various relationships, over the past decades, the number of times the two met was clearly counted with one slap.

The number of old people focuses on feelings. For nearly half a century of friendship, love is a weightlift. This is also the fundamental reason why Cai Xingtian knew that Xue Lao San was still not taking him seriously.

Because after careful calculation, Xue Anyuan's qualifications were far inferior to him. If it weren't for him, Cai, who had transferred to the local area to work before liberation, would have been a lieutenant general when he was awarded the title in 1955.

And because of accompanying the old leader for several years, Cai Xingtian knew the old leader's habits very well. If the old man was in a bad mood or was upset, the old man would jump gently on the outer auricle on his left side, which proved that the old man was thinking.

He glanced at several times, but he couldn't see the old man's ear trembling, and he was slightly calmer. (To be continued...)
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