The call came at a bad time. All six directors of the bureau were not at home. The person who answered the phone was Po Jun. I told him about the matter and saw if he could find Hao Wenming and report it.
I didn't delay when I got back to my grandfather's house. I collected all the gold ingots that everyone picked up on the river bed, deducted the portion that was distributed to the village and clan, and distributed the rest to the representatives sent by each family in the village to pick up gold (and also
Fatty Sun really guessed it right). Almost every family received nine gold, twenty silver, and twenty-nine ingots.
After everyone got the ingot, they dispersed in a hurry. Grandpa kept urging them not to show off their wealth and not let anyone outside the village see it.
Since arriving at his grandfather's house, Monk Xiao has always been thinking with his head down and a frown on his face. Even the half bag of gold ingots he picked up was not interested in taking it, and his third uncle took it out for him.
"Old Xiao, don't think too much. After a while, the dam's machinery will be repaired, the gates will be opened to let in water, and the big pit will be flooded. Nothing will happen. You will still be the chairman of your Lingyunguan Film and Television Entertainment Company.
Now that you have gold, you can go and film a few episodes of a TV series. Let’s look for celebrities to film. Whoever is famous will be hired. It’s useless to come to the door and climb on the kang if you are not famous..." Grandpa and his friends of decades knew this.
The old man is usually good, so he keeps trying to comfort him.
Unexpectedly, Monk Xiao just kept sighing. These topics that he could talk about endlessly once he started talking about them before were completely unattractive to him now.
Grandpa wanted to say something, but suddenly the door to the yard opened suddenly, and the captain of our village militia team rushed in: "Grandpa (young people named Shen in the village almost all call him grandpa), something big has happened, and our people didn't look.
Come on, someone got into the pit!"
Grandpa wanted to say something, but suddenly the door to the yard opened suddenly, and the captain of our village militia team rushed in: "Grandpa (young people named Shen in the village almost all call him grandpa), something big has happened, and our people didn't look.
Come on, someone got into the pit!"
The unlucky thing happened to the person who just divided the ingot. Speaking of which, I have to call him the third cousin (not too far away, he is my father's cousin who has not been out of the fifth server). He was catching up when he came home.
His brother-in-law, who lives in a neighboring village, came to his house for a drink, but he didn't even need to drink. He was already drunk when he was given the ingot just now.
When he met his brother-in-law, he didn't even drink a sip of wine. He was already talking drunkenly. In front of his brother-in-law, my third cousin poured all the proceeds from today's labor on the wine table: "Your brother-in-law, I have money."
Got it!"
The table was full of gold and silver ingots, and his brother-in-law was immediately dumbfounded. He kept asking his brother-in-law to find out more about it. Plus, my third cousin was collecting money beside him. My third cousin didn't hide anything.
He recounted the story of meeting Yuanbao on the river bed, and added a story of his own at the end: "Don't look at the fact that there are no Yuanbao in the river, but there is a big deep pit in the river, and there are gold ingots in it. I
It’s so real that I can’t even count them.”
As soon as his brother-in-law heard this, he stopped drinking, put on his clothes and went back to his home in a neighboring village. He found seven or eight young men from the neighbors who had a good relationship with him, took them with him and rushed to the river. Their village was downstream.
, walked up the river, and soon saw the big pit, guarded by two militiamen in the distance.
The seven or eight young men were not polite and rushed straight towards the big pit. The militiamen who were watching the pit stopped them when they saw it. They said they were called militiamen. Each of them had a stick in his hand and pointed at the seven or eight young men.
After a while, he was beaten to the ground. The two militiamen even tried to persuade him: "Don't go down, there are monsters in this pit." However, at this time, no one listened to them.
The young men tied the rope, and a bold one slid down the rope first with a flashlight. Not long after, he was heard shouting: "There is gold down there! Come down! Come down and get it!"
With his words, the remaining young men slid down the rope one by one. But no one came up. The two militiamen above saw that something was not going well, helped each other up, and reported to the village chief and grandfather.
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I was really afraid of what might happen. My grandfather’s head was so big that he yelled at my father: “Tell Bashang, don’t let the water go out even after the machine is repaired!” He turned around and put on his clothes and ran outside. When he ran to the door, he thought of Xiao.
The monk was still there, and his opponent said to Xiao Laodao: "Old Xiao, don't you go and take a look?"
Unexpectedly, at this time, Xiao Laodao suddenly calmed down, and the little fear and anxiety on his face just now disappeared without a trace: "You go first, I will go to the temple to get something. Xiao Lazi and Director Sun
Come with me and give me a hand."
Grandpa couldn't care about him at this time: "Then hurry up," and after saying that, he turned around and ran towards the river.
Seeing his grandfather walking further and further away, Monk Xiao stood up and said, "Let's go, come with me to get something."
"Get something? Old man, you don't want to run away, do you?" Fatty Sun said with a smile.
Monk Xiao was not angry either. He just looked at me and Fatty Sun slowly, and suddenly said: "Who among you is in charge now? Gao Liang or Xiao Sanda?"
Fatty Sun and I were startled by Monk Xiao's words. Fatty Sun blinked and asked, "Who is Xiao Sanda?"
Xiao Laodao glanced at Fatty Sun, and the light in his eyes dimmed a little: "You don't know Xiao Sanda? It seems that the one who made the decision is Gao Liang. By the way, it shouldn't be called the 'Special Case Handling Office' now, right? At the beginning
Gao Liang insisted that the name should be changed." When Monk Xiao said this, he smiled faintly, as if he was recalling the time back then.
I have known this sloppy old man in front of me since I was a child, and almost became his apprentice. It was he who taught me to wash my hair with black dog blood to cover my eyes. All along, I thought he was a sloppy man who was greedy for money and lust.
The old Taoist priest, unexpectedly, he seems to have a very deep connection with the polling bureau.
I said: "Now it's called the Folklore Affairs Investigation and Research Bureau, and the Great Sage and I are both in the same room."
"Haha..." Monk Xiao chuckled for a while: "I know that you two are not department directors or division directors. You are still using the old method of using leftovers from the original 'special office'. I don't see Gao Liang having any clever tricks.
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Monk Xiao had no intention of moving. He had already gone to the river bed towards Grandpa. I couldn't hold my hand anymore. "What did Gao Liang think? You can ask him later. What did you see in the pit? Can you tell me now?"
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Finally, Monk Xiao put his nostalgic thoughts back, looked at me and smiled again: "You will know what is in the pit in a moment. Okay, let's not talk anymore, just follow me to get the thing."
He ignored Fatty Sun and me and left the yard of grandpa's house.
Fatty Sun and I looked at each other. This old Taoist priest had the same problem as the directors of the polling bureau. After he finished speaking, he walked away without paying attention to other people. We had no choice but to follow him.
Fatty Sun asked me: "Lazi, can't you see that this old man is not simple yet? What is the 'Special Case Handling Office' he is talking about? And that Xiao Sanda, have you heard of it?"
Hao Wenming has talked about the history of the Polling Bureau before, but Fatty Sun was not interested and just kept it in mind. However, I am still very interested in the origin of the Polling Bureau: "The 'Special Case Handling Office' seems to be part of the Polling Bureau."
The predecessor, the Polling Bureau, changed its name only in the 1980s. As for Xiao Sanda... I have never heard of such a person. Maybe he was an old man from the former 'Special Case Handling Office'...
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Monk Xiao's Lingyunguan Film and Television Entertainment Co., Ltd. Ancestral Hall is located on the edge of the village. I visited it several times when I was a child. Now it seems that except for the sign in front of the temple, there is not much difference.
Monk Xiao took us directly into the main hall, and found a large leather box under the statue of Yuanshi Tianzun. Monk Xiao did not shy away from Fatty Sun and me, and opened the box in front of us.
The items in the box looked familiar to Fatty Sun and me, including various old-fashioned documents, several kilograms of national food stamps (no cash, they must have been spent by Monk Xiao), and a dark dagger.
Several oilcloth bags containing pistol parts and bullets, as well as several bundles of charms.
Xiao Laodao expertly assembled the pistol and fastened it to his waist. I could see clearly that it was a military-style May 4 pistol, and the body of the gun was also engraved with the same runes as the pistol on my waist. Finally,
Xiao Laodao put all the useful things in the box into his arms, suddenly turned to me and said: "If you had accepted me as your teacher, these things would have been yours."
Fatty Sun winked and pulled at the national food stamps in the box: "Lazi, you've lost a lot of money, how many pairs of gloves can you exchange for this..."
By the time we arrived at the river, the area around Dakeng was already crowded with people. Not only our Xiaoqinghe Village, but also several villages down there had people coming. In just a short time, several villages had received the news.
There were gold ingots in this big pit, and the people of Xiaoqinghe Village sent militiamen to watch over them and prevent people from other villages from picking them up.
Hundreds of people surrounded the pit on three levels and three levels outside. These villages stopped working and sent people over. By the time grandpa arrived, the scene was already out of control. Several village chiefs had already started
They started pushing each other. Villagers from several surrounding villages had already picked up their shovels, pickaxe handles, and sledges. It was like a fight with weapons.
Grandpa kept threatening and his face turned red. Unfortunately, no one except our villagers listened to him. Normally, if grandpa said something, these people would stop immediately. But now I heard this
There is gold under the big pit, let alone my grandfather, even if the Jade Emperor comes, it may not be easy to use.
At this moment, a gunshot rang out, and everyone trembled. Director Xiong rushed over with several policemen and joint defense team members from the police station. When Xiong Ba arrived, someone had already taken action outside. Xiong Ba
The people behind him couldn't pull him away at all. Seeing that the situation was about to get worse, Director Xiong had no choice but to fire a warning shot.
"Xiong Ba! How dare you shoot! Are you going to attack their Xiaoqinghe Village?" The village chiefs in the lower reaches have quit. The relationship between Director Xiong and our village chief is no secret. Apart from their wives, they can't
Unless they are used together, the remaining ones are not separated from each other. Otherwise, Director Xiong would not have been persuaded by our village chief to leave with just a few words the night before yesterday.
"Which beast just now said that I was targeting Xiaoqinghe Village?" Xiong Ba gritted his teeth and smiled. He has the style of a small place. He is simple and rude in doing things, and hits him on the spot if he doesn't make sense. But this way of working is more common in a small place like my hometown.
The better. At least no one dares to answer his question now.
Director Xiong stared around and looked around. Everyone who met his eyes lowered their heads involuntarily. When he saw that no one came forward, he walked to my grandfather and said, "Old Shen, you are doing something wrong again."
What? You won’t give up until you torture me to death.”
My grandfather smiled bitterly and told Director Xiong what had just happened. When he heard that someone had already entered the pit, Xiong Ba's eyes widened: "When did it happen? Has anyone come up?"
Our village chief said: "Old Xiong, there are many people, please keep your voice down."
Regardless of friendship, Director Xiong glared at him, and then shouted to the gathered crowd: "It's gone, it's gone, you village chiefs stay, and the rest of the spectators are gone..." This group of people also
Thinking about the gold ingot in the pit, he was reluctant to leave. Xiong Ba finally became anxious and shouted: "If you don't leave, you will be considered as disturbing the public order. I haven't completed the mission of the police station this year. Who of you wants to make up for it!"
His roar was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, making even the faint of heart tremble. Director Xiong couldn't afford to offend him, so everyone carried their belongings and left the river reluctantly.
Everyone on the outside dispersed, and only then could I, Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao walk to the edge of the big pit. Xiong Ba felt someone coming again, and he was about to curse when he opened his mouth. Only when he opened his mouth did he see that it was the three of us walking.
Coming over, he smiled a little awkwardly: "Two leaders, I have alarmed you. We have a small incident here. Several villages... earn water. The matter has been resolved..."
Fatty Sun looked around the bare river: "You call this earning water? Why don't you call it earning air?" Xiao Laodao laughed: "Old Xiong, forget it, both leaders know it, we can't hide it.