Although he didn't get along with Wang Zhijun for a long time, Liu Ziguang knew very well that this brother was definitely a good friend worth making friends with. When his family was in trouble, as a brother he had to lend a helping hand.
I took out my mobile phone and dialed Wang Zhijun's number. Just like the previous times, I got a reply saying "The user you dialed has shut down, please call again later."
Liu Ziguang hung up the phone, with some worry on his face, and asked the colleague: "Aren't you a fellow villager of Zhijun? Do you know his home phone number?"
The colleague shook his head: "His house has never been equipped with a telephone."
"Then do you know his home address?"
"Although we are from the same county, we are quite far apart. The township where Zhijun is located is quite remote. I have never been there."
"That being said, I have to go take a look. I seem to remember that there are copies of everyone's ID cards in the company files. I will go back and look for them. I will drive to the countryside tomorrow and go to Zhijun's house to see what happened."
Then he asked Ma Chao: "Come on a long-distance trip with me tomorrow to Nantai County. Which car do you think is better?"
Ma Chao said: "Nantai County is building roads all day long, and the digging is a mess. It is better to drive a Jetta. The leather is strong and can go on bad roads."
"Okay, then you can drive to the hospital to pick me up early tomorrow morning."
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In the office of the TV station and the news department, Jiang Xueqing sat angrily on the sofa. The bald director sat behind the desk and looked at her with a smile: "Xiao Jiang, haven't you figured it out yet?"
"I can't understand why such a good program was canceled. What's wrong with it?" Jiang Xueqing shook her head and pouted with an angry look that made the bald director feel distressed.
"Xiao Jiang, this is what the leaders in the station mean. You have to understand it. As journalists, we must carry forward the main theme." The bald director came over with a smile, holding a coffee cup, sat on the couch, and adjusted his glasses.
, looking at her subordinates with concern, Jiang Xueqing leaned forward with her cheeks in her hands, and a large patch of snow-white was exposed on the lower back of her low-waisted trousers. The director's eyes were involuntarily attracted to her, and her heart had long lost its passion.
My heart also began to beat wildly, as if it were a deer.
"Aren't folk heroes worth promoting? The leader of my audience took the wrong medicine." This little girl Jiang Xueqing is like this. When she gets angry, her mother and I don't recognize her.
"Oh, of course it is worthy of promotion, but everything must be prioritized. The main tone now is to promote public security heroes, and other things can be put aside for the time being. Well, it's getting late today. I'll treat you later.
Let’s have a late-night snack and discuss this issue.” The bald director said with concern and moved his butt a few centimeters towards Jiang Xueqing.
"I have no appetite, I don't want to eat, I'm leaving first." Jiang Xueqing stood up suddenly, turned around and left, her little butt wrapped in low-waist jeans swaying from side to side, exuding a youthful atmosphere, which made the old director's heart flutter.
This little girl is just like a fresh rose with thorns and dewdrops, the bald director praised in his heart, and at the same time he was also considering whether to go back to the magnificent place to extinguish the evil fire in his heart.
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Early the next morning, Ma Chao drove a white Jetta to the hospital. Liu Ziguang had gone back to the office last night to get a copy of Wang Zhijun's ID card. Together with Wang Zhijun's colleague Zhang Jun, the three of them drove to Nantai County together.
When leaving the hospital gate, Liu Ziguang hid under the back seat and did not dare to raise his head, because the emergency room was near the gate, and it would be terrible if Fang Fei saw him sneaking out.
"Brother Liu, who are you hiding from?" Zhang Jun looked puzzled.
"Nothing, I'll lie down and take a rest." Liu Ziguang naturally gave him a careless look.
The Jetta filled up with gasoline and headed south. After leaving the city and driving another forty kilometers, the wide asphalt road finally came to an end and was replaced by a dilapidated cement road. Because the road suddenly became narrow, the traffic flow met here.
At the bottleneck, several large trucks were blocked at the intersection, followed by a long line of private cars and small trucks, honking their horns desperately.
At this time, the superiority of horse over human driving skills was demonstrated. As soon as the steering wheel was turned, the Jetta rushed directly into the field on the roadside, drove forward along the field ridge for dozens of meters, spotted an opening, returned to the road, and then rushed left and right.
Suddenly, he got out of this traffic jam in less than five minutes.
Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, the road ahead was blocked again. The cement road had been in disrepair for a long time, with large areas cracked and collapsed. Now it was half closed for repairs. A large number of vehicles were blocked in front. I couldn't move a step for a long time. Thanks to Ma Chao.
, I turned the steering wheel and went directly to the lane that was being repaired, nimbly avoiding various obstacles. When I drove to the front, I saw that the reason for the road blockage was not only due to maintenance. The traffic police set up a checkpoint in front to intercept large trucks.
These days, there is no highway truck that is not overloaded, so we must catch it as soon as possible.
A traffic policeman who was issuing a ticket looked up and happened to see the Jetta driving out of the closed area. He immediately pointed at Ma Chao and shouted: "Jetta, stop!"
As soon as Ma Chao stepped on the accelerator, the Jetta sped away with a burst of roar. The traffic policeman's Changan Bread was blocked by a large truck and could not drive out. He had to watch the Jetta run away, furious but unable to do anything.
There was a burst of laughter in the Jetta. Liu Ziguang patted Ma Chao on the head and said, "You guys can do it. If I have a chance, I can help you sign up to participate in the Dakar Rally or something. That's fine."
Ma Chao giggled twice: "I was just playing around."
We continued driving along the dilapidated cement road. It was no longer blocked now, but the road surface was so bad that even experts like Ma Chao had to slow down and avoid big potholes one after another. Although there was only one
After a journey of 100 kilometers, it still took two hours to reach Nantai County.
In contrast to the dilapidated roads, Nantai County is neat and tidy, with tall buildings and tall coconut trees growing beside the two-way six-lane asphalt road. This made Liu Ziguang a little shocked. Jiangbei City belongs to the temperate zone, how could such a tree grow like this?
It is a tall tropical tree. Only when you look closely can you realize that this coconut tree has a cement trunk and plastic leaves.
"This is the new city of our county. How about it? It's beautiful. This is the county court, this is the county public security bureau, and this is the county procuratorate." Zhang Jun, who was traveling with him, proudly pointed to the tall and majestic buildings in the distance.
Introduced to Liu Ziguang.
"Oh my god, isn't that the White House?" Ma Chao exclaimed, pointing to a huge white European-style building on the side of the road.
"Hey, that's the county party committee building, it's spectacular," Zhang Jun said.
"Yeah, spectacular, awesome." Liu Ziguang and Ma Chao said in unison.
The Jetta passed through the city and continued walking south. Wang Zhijun's ID card address was No. 7, Team 2, Zhuwangzhuang, Dahe Township, Nantai County. Dahe Township is located in the most remote corner of Nantai County. The economy is quite backward, and the roads are even worse.
It's been in disrepair, and it rained a little bit in the past two days, so the road has become muddy. Thanks to the Jetta I'm driving, if it's a Honda Accord with a low chassis, I'm afraid it's going to crash.
It wasn't until about 12 noon that the muddy Jetta arrived in Dahe Township. Today was a market day. The town was crowded and lively. Liu Ziguang and others were not in the mood to go shopping, so they asked the three-wheeled motorcycles on the roadside soliciting customers.
We drove away on the route to Zhuwangzhuang.
Zhuwangzhuang is five miles away from the town and is a short drive away. It is a typical Central Plains village with various slogans painted on the outside of the earthen walls: If you want to be rich, build roads first, have fewer children and plant more trees;
Don't forget the man who dug the well when you are drinking water, and don't forget the wife when you get rich; when one person is sterilized, the whole family will be glorious; when buying electrical appliances, come to Furong Commercial Building in the town.
There is also the crumbling mud house, which is covered with thatch and no one lives inside. You can still see the faint old slogan on the outer wall: Long live Chairman Mao.
The village is lined with green trees and beside thatch stacks, cattle are grazing leisurely, dogs of various colors are running in groups, big fat black pigs are strolling leisurely, and peasant women with children on their backs are sitting at the gate.
, an old man wearing a white washed old military uniform sat in the sun, looking at the dusty white Jetta sedan with curious eyes.
Liu Ziguang got out of the car and enthusiastically stopped an old man passing by who was picking up dung. He handed over a cigarette and asked, "Uncle, where does Wang Zhijun live?"
The old man put the cigarette on his ear and pointed in the distance: "Nantou, that's the house under the big locust tree."
Liu Ziguang thanked him and was about to get in the car. A dirty little boy ran over by the roadside and volunteered: "Do you want to find Principal Wang? I will take you there."
When Liu Ziguang heard this, he put the child in the car and guided Ma Chao to the south end of the village. After a while, a lush large locust tree came into view. Under the cover of the big tree, there were two courtyards, one on the east and one on the west.
Facing it is a two-story rural earthen villa with yellow glazed tiles, cement walls, and colorful mosaics. Next to it is a small courtyard made of earthen walls. The short bungalow and the narrow yard are dwarfed by them.
Like a beggar huddled next to a sturdy man.
The child pointed to the earthen wall courtyard and said, "This is Principal Wang's home." Then he opened the car door and ran to knock on the door: "Principal Wang, you have a visitor."
The courtyard door opened, and there was a woman in her thirties, wearing glasses, wearing simple clothes, and her facial features were somewhat similar to Wang Zhijun's. When the child saw her, he shouted: "Hello, Teacher Wang."
The woman adjusted her glasses, touched the child's head, and looked at the Jetta suspiciously. Liu Ziguang got out of the car and said, "Sister, we are Wang Zhijun's colleagues, come to see him."
"Oh, they are my second brother's colleagues, come in quickly." The woman quickly waved them into the yard.
The three people got out of the car and entered the yard, only to realize how poor Wang Zhijun's family was. The low-rise house was probably several decades old. It was half made of dirt and half bricks. There was also a small pigsty in the yard, but there were no pigs in it.
, only a few chickens are eating.
An old man with gray hair walked out of the hall when he heard the noise. He was wearing a white-washed Chinese tunic suit, reading glasses on his face, and a pen in his hand. He looked like a rural teacher.
"Dad, this is Er Hao's colleague, from the city." The woman introduced.
"Hello, uncle, we are colleagues and friends of Zhijun. I haven't seen him since he was injured. I came here to visit him this time and brought something small. It's just a token of my gratitude. Uncle, please don't be polite." Liu Ziguang said.
, signaling Zhang Jun and Ma Chao to put down the gifts, two barrels of arowana blended oil, a bag of fruit, and two large boxes of VV soy milk powder.
"Oops, we are such a rare visitor, old lady, please bring some chairs out quickly. You guys are really here, come as soon as you come and get your things." The old man greeted warmly and asked Liu Ziguang and the others to sit down.
Wang Zhijun's mother, a peasant woman in her fifties, came out of the house carrying two stools. She looked happy when she saw the guests coming, but Liu Ziguang, who was careful, noticed that the old man's eyes were red, as if he had just cried.
The three of them sat down, Wang Zhijun's sister poured them tea, and then they started talking.
"Uncle, where are the volunteers?" Liu Ziguang asked.
There was silence in the courtyard.
"Brother, Zhijun... was arrested by the township police station." My sister whispered.