Zhenshu came, mainly looking for xylophone and Zhong'er. He came back from outside the mountain in the afternoon. Hearing about Feng'er and Zhong'er's visit, especially listening to the inside story of the investigation of Jin Lian's revelations, Zhenshu saw that the long-rumored gossip had finally become a reality, and smelled a long-awaited smell from it. He couldn't stay at home, so he took the initiative to come to the door, and strive to promote this important event related to the future development of his family as soon as possible.

Maosheng put down the work in his hand, accompanied Zhenshu to drink tea and smoke, and sat and listened to the chat between Zhenshu and Zhong'er. Slowly, Mao Sheng also became happy. The reason for the happiness is that Zhenshu, who is an elder and full of knowledge, has always respected his own Zhong'er, even to the point of respectful worship. It was Zhong'er's knowledge and insight that conquered Zhenshu, or Zhenshu regarded Zhong'er as a key figure in whether the Li family could prosper. In an instant, this self-regarded village cultural person turned into a complete primary school student. Maosheng realized the greatness of Zhong'er's daily life. An inexplicable impulse of pride and vanity went straight to his head, and his heart blossomed. He also involuntarily joined in the conversation between the two, and forgot to stand on Zhenshu's side, supplementing and testifying to some of the conversations as much as he could. In this way, the conversation between the two people seems smooth and pleasant.

Zhenshu told Zhong'er that if he wanted to have a comprehensive and detailed understanding of what had happened around Beishan, he had to go to the scene to inspect it himself. Mao Sheng tried his best to encourage Zhong'er to climb Beishan tomorrow to see if it was true. Zhenshu said that the temple has been around for a long time, and the gods have existed since ancient times. Mao Sheng immediately accosted and said, I saw with my own eyes that the stone tablet was dug out of the ridge at the bottom of the mountain, and there was nothing wrong with it. This kind of atmosphere of singing and harmonizing has attracted Zhong Er more and more to be eager to try. The servants finally agreed that Ming'er would climb Beishan early in the morning, and it was almost impossible to wait.

After the xylophone came back from the factory, it was tired and sad. She was sad, mainly because of the deadline for the transformation of the factory.

The Nanjing main plant seems to have accelerated the pace of urging transformation. I called twice a day to ask about the plan and measures for the transformation. One time was a call from the office of the main factory, urging the specific implementation plan of the transformation. One time was a call from Wang Gong later. He reported a situation, that is, on the 30th day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, he promised to fight for the opportunity to delay the transformation of the Xinghua Village branch. Wang Gong said that the attitude of the general manager of Tibet is very resolute, and there is no possibility of any change of words. The only thing that can be done now is to do our best to implement the preparatory work before the transformation in accordance with local conditions. Other than that, there is no second way to go. Xylophone convened people overnight to discuss countermeasures. I spent most of the night, and I couldn't come up with anything. In the end, it had to end up fruitlessly, and the meeting was dismissed.

Maosheng doesn't care about that. He caught the shadow of the xylophone and didn't let go, and talked a lot in a wordy manner, explaining Zhong'er's appearance and Zhenshu's respectfulness in detail to the point that it couldn't be more detailed. and announced that Ming'er could no longer stay at home, and would follow Zhong'er to climb Beishan to help his cub draw the grand blueprint of Xinghua Village. How can the xylophone be in the mood to mix with these. She nodded indiscriminately and said yes, so that she could get rid of Maosheng, who was in high spirits.

After going to bed at night, Maosheng's excitement didn't seem to have passed, and he had to get along with the xylophone. This time, Xylophone was not polite, and kicked him to the other end of the bed, so that Maosheng, who was overly excited, was completely honest.

Before dawn, Mao Sheng got up early. He brushed the pot to make a fire and washed rice, and began to be busy making breakfast, making a sound of "ping pong" in the courtyard of the pot house.

Zhong'er was woken up. While getting dressed, he muttered to the xylophone, what's wrong with my father, he can't sleep by himself, and he is so noisy that others can't sleep, really.

Xylophone also replied helplessly while dressing, his old mistake was again. This time, there is no need to sneak around, you can make a fuss with all your might, lest the world will not know.

After breakfast, Mao Sheng couldn't care about the cultivation of the old couple of sour apricots, and commanded Jing'er to send Jin Ye and Huaiyu straight over. He said, "It's going to take a whole day, and let them take care of it."

Zhenshu also had breakfast early, and came over to invite Zhong'er to climb Beishan. He also brought some food with him. In line with Maosheng's thoughts, he was also prepared to wander around the mountains all day. Zhong'er went to call Feng'er to go with him. Feng'er originally handled this matter with a foolish attitude, and her interest was naturally not as great as that of the others. She excused herself on the pretext that there were still some things to attend to in the village, so she didn't go with her. In fact, she was also worried about climbing such a high North Mountain, and she would get rid of it if she could. Zhong Er and the others went straight to Beishan.

Within a radius of dozens of miles from Xinghua Village, Beishan is the highest peak. At the top of the mountain, which is more than 600 meters above sea level, there is no fixed mountain path to follow, so you can only walk through the bare steep rocks and dense jungle. The difficulty of climbing the mountain is far beyond Zhong'er's imagination. At the beginning, he climbed to the front with great interest, and stopped from time to time to watch and appreciate the scenery under the mountain. Slowly, he began to sweat profusely, and his heavy wheezing outpaced the old cow in the plough. Before he was halfway up, Zhong'er simply lay halfway up the mountain and couldn't get up. He looked at the endless mountains, rocks and forests and was stunned, and he had the intention of retreating and returning home.

Mao Sheng touched his cub's mind the most, and he was afraid that he would give up halfway again. He kept cheering for Zhong'er, saying, the front is almost to the top of the flat, and if you work harder, you will go up.

Zhenshu also cheered Zhong'er vigorously, saying, I'm so old, and I often go up the mountain for a walk. You haven't seen the scene on the top of the mountain. Once you see it, it will drive you down the mountain, and you are not happy.

The two of them talked so well that they finally dispelled Zhong'er's idea of retreating. Zhong'er could only take three steps, one stop, five steps and one rest, and followed him with his mouth panting and struggling to climb towards the top of the mountain.

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