The commune secretary Shi Mingben still valued Zhou Maolin, the resolute and resolute secretary of Xianjiqiao Brigade. As soon as he saw Zhou Maolin arriving, he immediately enthusiastically took a white enamel cup and poured Zhou Maolin a glass of boiled water: "Maolin, listen
He said that the water conservancy construction in your village is in full swing, and you are the most active in the entire commune."
"The members are very enthusiastic and have high morale to fight for the revolution. I came here today because I have difficulties and need Secretary Shi's help." Zhou Maolin talked about the graves dug during the construction of the canal, especially emphasizing how he overcame the public opinion.
, resolutely not to engage in feudal superstition and rush to the commune to ask for explosives to blow up the tomb.
"Maolin, you did the right thing. Some of our commune members' ideas have not been freed from the feudal superstitious traditions of the past. As party members and cadres, we must not let it go. The great leader said it well, we must dare to fight against all reactionary forces.
Resolute struggle. Sometimes what we are facing is not the reactionaries, but the reactionary behavior of the members. Feudal superstition is reactionary behavior. You can go to Director Gu later about the explosives. Ask him for the production of the Xianjiqiao Brigade.
We must support the movement!" Shi Mingben highly praised Zhou Maolin's actions, and with a stroke of his pen, he approved a batch of supplies for Zhou Maolin.
Stonemason Zhou Heyuan took a file and dug out several round holes around the tomb bit by bit. Zhou Maolin asked a few young people to put explosives into the round holes and pull out the fuse. A pile of straw was piled more than 100 meters away from the tomb.
.Zhou Maolin personally came on stage, lit the fuse, and immediately ran behind the straw.
Everyone around him had been evacuated. Zhou Maolin panted and said to Zhou Heyuan beside him: "Heyuan, count the number of rings. Be sure to count them clearly."
"I want it." Zhou Heyuan obeyed his cousin Zhou Maolin's words.
Boom boom boom...
After a few ringings, the sound stopped.
"Heyuan, how many times did it ring?" Zhou Maolin asked.
"Five times, I can hear clearly." Zhou Heyuan said.
"5 times? Why did I only hear 4 times?" Zhou Maolin was a little confused.
"Five times, it must be five times, two of them overlapped together." Zhou Heyuan said.
"I think I only heard it 4 times," Ma Benfu said.
"Five times, I must have heard clearly. Zhou Heyuan stuck his head out and looked towards the tomb, only to find that there seemed to be smoke still coming from there, "Huh?"
Before Zhou Heyuan could retract his head, there was a sudden flash of fire on the other side of the tomb, and a black spherical object as big as a fist grew bigger and bigger in Zhou Heyuan's eyes.
It all happened so fast, with lightning and thunder. Zhou Heyuan had no time to react before he was hit by a fist-sized stone that flew over and fell to the ground.
"I just said it only rang 4 times. Heyuan! What's wrong with you?" Zhou Maolin pushed Zhou Heyuan, and Zhou Heyuan's body tilted and turned over. A huge wound on his forehead was bleeding.
Zhou Heyuan's eyes widened and he looked very scary.
Zhou Maolin panicked: "Heyuan! Heyuan, what's wrong with you? Go get the tractor over and send it to the hospital!"
"Secretary Maolin, it takes more than an hour to send him to the hospital. Is it too late? Go to Fengmei Village and call Daoist Zhang! If Daoist Zhang cannot be saved, there is no point in going to the hospital!" Zhang Fangqing said.
"Go, hurry up and call Daozhang Zhang!" At this time, Zhou Maolin didn't think about anything that was a negative example or not.
Taoist Zhang Zhang Taijin was just holding the male pheasant to pay homage to the ancestor.
"Master, have you eaten, Master?" Chang Xing asked this question at least three times.
"Okay, okay." Zhang Taijin put the plate of male pheasant chicken on the stove. Chang Xing grabbed a chicken leg with his hand and started chewing it. The oil and water in the chicken ran along Chang Xing's lips.
It flowed to the chin, and then flowed from the chin to the neck.
Zhang Taijin quickly took a washcloth and wiped Chang Xing clean.
"Master, this pheasant meat is so delicious, come and eat it too." Chang Xing was still very filial to his master.
"Hey, Chang Xing is so filial." Zhang Taijin just listened to his disciple's little mouth and said a few thoughtful words, and his heart felt as if he had eaten honey. It was extremely sweet.
After a while, Chang Xing asked Master again: "Master, why don't you eat a chicken drumstick? There is a lot of meat on the drumstick, so it is delicious."
"Master likes to eat places with more bones. Although the meat is less, it is very tasty." Zhang Taijin poured a glass of rice wine and drank it slowly by himself.
"So that's it." Chang Xing believed it was true.
Zhang Taijin put the pheasant in two sea bowls and planned to save half of it for the next day. Just drink the soup for dinner. You can't just waste some precious things at home. You have to be careful in your life.
In previous years, if Zhang Taijin had gone out to perform a few rituals, it would have been enough for Chang Xing to drink spicy food. But now it is different from the past. The world has changed and the rules have also changed. The former security has become today's production team. People have died.
They also began to advocate holding memorial services instead of performing rituals or offering sacrifices. Daochang Zhang’s previous business had almost disappeared.
Of course, Taoist Zhang is a Taoist who can endure hardships. He can live a life with more money and a life with less money. As a Taoist, he lives in a foreign world. But the little kid Chang Xing has suffered a lot. He is just growing up.
But he couldn't eat a few good meals when he was young. Now that he was a master, Daozhang Zhang felt more guilty.
Zhang Daochang shook his head and took a sip of the wine. The rice wine was turbid, with a hint of bitterness, a faint taste of the bottom of a pot, and a hint of sourness. The alcohol content of the rice wine was not high, and it felt like drinking water.
Water rice wine, water rice wine, isn’t it rice wine mixed with water?
"Daozhang Zhang, something happened to Daozhang Zhang!"
Several big men rushed outside. Before entering the temple, they started shouting all the way and rushed into the Patriarch Temple in a panic.
Zhang Taijin quickly stood up and looked at the bowl of pheasant meat left behind, regretting that he had not put it away before.
Zhang Fangqing rushed into the Patriarch's Temple and saw the bowl of pheasant meat first. He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and the saliva gurgled in his throat.
"Fang Qing, what happened? You are so panicked." Zhang Taijin asked.
"Daozhang Zhang, did you kill the chicken?" Zhang Fangqing asked knowingly.
"Well, I caught a pheasant to satisfy Xingxing's craving. You sit down and eat something." Zhang Taijin said.
Zhang Fangqing swallowed another mouthful of saliva, and suddenly remembered that there was still business to do, and said quickly: "No, no, no. Daozhang Zhang, come down the mountain with me quickly. Something happened to the brigade!"
"What happened?" Zhang Taijin asked.
"When Zhou Heyuan was setting off cannons, he was hit in the head by a stone. The blame for this is Secretary Maolin. When we were digging a ditch in the morning, we dug a grave. I asked you to take a look, but Secretary Maolin refused. He was afraid that
Engaging in feudal superstition has become a negative example. Now, something happened! There was a big hole in the head, and I think it is probably gone." Zhang Fangqing sighed.
