This section of the Yalu River is not too wide, looking up, a river is green, and the scenery on the opposite side is very clear. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info of course is really not a scene, everything is dilapidated and barren, there is no beauty at all. Feng Fei pointed to the undulating red and white floats in the center of the river and told us that the other side of the floats is the border between China and North Korea. On the other side, there is North Korea, which looks a little mysterious.

One barren slope after another, barren and exposed brown-yellow soil, there is basically not a single tree, let alone any food or vegetables, so deliberately barren. It looks like the Loess Plateau.

On these barren slopes, there seemed to be dirt roads connecting them, and occasionally a liberation truck from the fifties drove by, and there was a bucket behind it, and no less than forty or fifty people were squeezed in front and behind. Although the car was far away, it could still be felt broken, and when it went uphill, black smoke billowed out, not from the exhaust pipe at the rear, but from the whole body, trembling like an old man in the last years.

The people in the car should be local farmers, and they don't really look real from a distance, but the clothes are similar to those of China twenty years ago, with gray and blue-gray, yellow and earthy yellow, heavy and depressing. It is very harmonious with the liberation truck that is about to fall apart, cruising aimlessly around the riverside, and no one is inferior, as if it is just deliberately expressing its existence.

In the distance, there seems to be a small village, with low adobe houses scattered scattered in the cols, but there is not a single wisp of cooking smoke, which makes one wonder if there are any inhabitants.

Looking at this strange scene, Feng Fei was looking for the side and whispered: "Lao Chang, the other side is barren enough, right? It is said that in the past few years, the opposite side has suffered disasters every year, and there are major droughts and floods, and many people have to choose to smuggle in order to survive, but if they are caught, it is treason, and if they are not shot, it is light, but this cannot stop the victims from fleeing to this side of the river at all." ”

"The border guards on the North Korean side couldn't catch them, so they simply cut down all the trees on the mountain at the junction of China and North Korea, so that when the smugglers smuggled in, there was no forest to cover them, so that the border guards could easily enforce the law. If we come at night, we can often see the flashlight column on the other side of the river, and there are gunshots from time to time. ”

Compared with the desolation on the other side of the river, this side of Ji'an can be called a paradise on earth. The continuous hillside is densely forested, with green pines and cypresses, and the wind is blowing. A group of people who made a fortune by reselling herbs, money could not weaken their simple rural plot, and the three or four stories of small gray and white buildings were interspersed in the forest, without exception, all of them were covered with white tiles and spires of red bricks.

Because of the relationship between collecting medicine, selling medicine, and collecting medicine, the farmers here have rarely grown grain and vegetables, and the land has a large variety of medicinal materials. Everywhere there is a sense of tranquility and serenity like no other.

This is simply a contrast that people can't bear to look at directly, and it also makes me deeply feel in my heart how great the circle that Deng Lao painted in the south back then is of great significance to the country and the people.

In turn, all this puzzles me, the suicide of the painter's village is either from Ji'an, or has a close relationship with here, which is really incomprehensible, even if there are many setbacks in their careers, at least there is a hometown that makes people feel calm and forget their sorrows, and the people on the other side, no matter how hard their lives are, can still flee to this side like moths throwing fire, and in contrast, what can't people think about here? It is difficult to be in a place where the mountains and rivers are really poor, and people will be tenacious and tenacious? Or is it a coincidence that is too coincidental?

We only stayed by the river for a short time, and then drove in the direction of the city office. The roads in Ji'an are not wide, and you have to pass through a long stretch of rural areas before entering the city. What puzzles me is that every time I pass through the entrance of a village on the road, there will be patches of dried radish on the road, fresh yellow and white, and after a period of time, it becomes earthy yellow, so that the vehicles have to avoid it in a snake-like shape.

"It's not summer yet, why did you start drying the turnips?" I muttered.

Feng had obviously been here before, laughed twice, and explained to me, "Lao Chang, it seems that you are the first to come back, and the encyclopedia is not clear about everything, this is not a radish, it is ginseng." ”

"Ginseng? Just put it on the side of the road to dry, not afraid of being picked up by others? When will the Northeast become unfounded?"

"Lao Chang, this is home ginseng, and wild ginseng is completely different concepts. Wild mountain ginseng grows in the deep mountains and forests, isolated from the world, and has become fine for hundreds of years and thousands of years, and it has the effect of resurrecting the dead when it is dug up. These are house-grown ginseng on the side of the road, and they grow like this in three years, and the yield per mu is high, which is not much different from growing vegetables, how much medicinal value do you say? So these domestic ginseng are not much more expensive than turnips, and no one picks them up on the roadside. "Feng, but it seems that the Northeast is not running less, and the door is very clear.

"This wild ginseng is becoming less and less in Changbai Mountain, the folk this is a sacred object, in the early years, there were many people who pointed to it as making a fortune, because it was not a small number of unlucky. The door here is very deep, you have to be interested, I know a master who can tell you about it, he wrote a book about ginseng people two years ago, but unfortunately no publishing house dares to publish it, there are too many ghosts and gods. ”

After listening to Feng Bu's introduction, I thought to myself, as long as it is not a ginseng doll, the story of the red rope is fine, and the folklore is not completely feudal superstition.

After inquiring all the way, Team Cao finally drove the car to the Ji'an City Public Security Bureau with great effort. We were greeted by a deputy chief surnamed Luo, who let us into the conference room, warmly poured us tea, and asked a young female police officer to fetch a large pile of old files and put them in front of us.

"Director Cao, I only apologize on behalf of our Director Xie, originally he was going to have a meeting with the Cao Bureau in person, but I didn't expect the Provincial Public Security Department to have an important meeting to fight crime and evil, he must participate, and sighed when he left that he didn't have the opportunity to meet with the Cao Bureau, it's a pity, he specially arranged for Comrade Xiao Yang, who is most familiar with the grassroots work in our bureau, to cooperate with the work of the Cao Bureau, if he has time, he will definitely rush back and meet him. "Deputy Director Luo's words sound enthusiastic, but they are a little raw, and arranging a young police officer to cooperate with us is a little too enthusiastic.

Only then did I notice that the female police officer who brought in the materials was twenty-five or sixteen years old, her figure was still difficult to hide under the police uniform, and her face was delicate, but her eyes revealed a sharp energy, and she looked very capable, but for some reason, although her face was calm, it always made me feel that she was a little nervous, even if it was the work arranged by the leader, her cheeks were not a little red when she was nervous, right?

Director Luo was very enthusiastic, but somewhat polite, and I figured out some of the meanings of the words. The Cao team is now subordinate to the Ministry of Public Security, and his rank is more than a deputy department at the local level. But the Cao team has a special establishment, and there is a lot of work but no real power, but after all, it is useless to entertain well, and it is a bad role to entertain well.

The number one leader in the local bureau must also be because of the delicate relationship and the scale is not easy to grasp, so he simply avoided it and asked Deputy Director Luo to come forward to receive him, even if there is anything that is not understood, the number one leader has the opportunity to make some remedies. But this set of officialdom is obviously useless to the Cao team. Team Cao was a little indifferent and refused the reception banquet in the evening, and by the way, he resolutely rejected the suggestion to let Xiao Yang cooperate with our work, stopped talking, and began to open the file. Team Cao didn't speak, Deputy Director Luo didn't know what to say for a while, and the air in the conference room looked a little embarrassed.

A few minutes later, Team Cao suddenly closed the file, a look of surprise crossed his face, and asked, "Director Luo, who compiled this file? And this briefing, who wrote it?"

Without waiting for Deputy Director Luo to speak, Xiao Yang, who was sitting on the side, stood up, saluted without humility or arrogance, and said, "Director Cao, I wrote it, if there is anything wrong, I will revise it immediately." This straightforward way of answering questions is obviously a taboo in officialdom, Deputy Director Luo glared at Xiao Yang and waved her to sit down.

Team Cao laughed twice, nodded to Xiao Yang, and said to Deputy Director Luo: "Bureau Luo, there are no weak soldiers under the strong generals, and Ji'an is naturally Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, which I should have thought of a long time ago." After the investigation of the case in the past few days, I will invite everyone, by the way, to wait for Director Xie to come back, thank you for your support for the work of our department, and thank you for supporting Comrade Xiao Yang. In addition, Cao Xiangdong from the provincial department is my comrade-in-arms and my own family, before coming to Tonghua, he said that he must come over to invite me to dinner, and he simply asked him to invite him. ”

The corners of Xiao Yang's eyes rose upward, a trace of excitement flashed, but his expression did not change much, and he sat down. Deputy Director Luo paused for a moment, and immediately had a smile on his face: "If Secretary Cao can come to our Ji'an to guide and guide the work, it is of great significance to the development of Ji'an. What else does the Cao Bureau have to ask, arrange it at any time, which is also what Director Xie instructed before leaving. ”

In the past two years, Cao's team has been transferred to the special investigation department of the ministry, and it seems that the set of officialdom is still very impressive, not only using the strength of the force is just right, but also retaining his own straightforward personal style, which is not only easy to accept by the cadres in the system, but also saves the trouble and effort of collusion, which is already a very high realm. However, I can let Team Cao, the old criminal investigator, take a look, and I am very curious about the investigation materials written by Xiao Yang, so I took them over and looked through them.

(Gentlemen should be in power, they should be strict, and their hearts should be peaceful.) There is no less to approach the fishy party, and there is no need to be too radical and commit the poison of bees. Those who encounter fraud should be moved with sincerity, those who are violent should be fumigated with harmony, and those who have fallen into evil and selfish songs should be inspired by their nominal integrity. The world is all in my pottery. --"Caigen Tan")