Jiacang is mountainous, but the mountain is not high.

Liu Yuxi said, "The mountain is not high, but the immortal is famous." But this sentence does not work in Jiacang, because these hills with an altitude of no more than 700 meters have their own names, and in the stories of the ancestors, hundreds of small peaks, large and small, are all transformed by immortals, or there have been immortals practicing in the mountains.

But if you want to count the famous mountains in Jiacang, you really can't say. If you have to say that you are famous in the boundary of Jiacang County, you have to count Jinshan, Guanshan and Lishan!

Li Shan we have already explained in the first volume, because of the "Li Shan old mother" and the incense inheritance. Jinshan is the seat of the county seat. One says that the "Tai Bai Xing" once practiced in the mountains, hence the name; Another saying is that when the "Eight Kings" Zhang Xianzhong rebelled, countless gold and silver treasures were hidden in the mountain, which have not yet been discovered.

There is a champion street at the foot of Jinshan. From Jinshan Academy in the east, it has now been renamed "Red Army School"; To the west to see the Dragon Temple, and now, the Dragon Temple has long been gone, replaced by the compound of the Jiacang County Party Committee and County Government.

At the end of Zhuangyuan Street, there is a "Zhuangyuan Archway", which is seven feet high, and the book is "the hometown of Li Jingyang of Song Zhuangyuan".

Li Jingyang, a native of Jiacang, was the champion of the Jiazi family in the second year of Song Taizu Qiande. Soon after he was born, his family suffered misfortune, and his father died when he was three years old. Orphans and widows, unable to live, followed their mother, Mrs. Wang, to the house of their uncle Wang You. Worried that his sister was young and widowed, afraid of accidents, ruining the family style, and forcibly remarrying, his sister did not obey, late one night, left a letter to his brother, asking him to read the feelings of his uncle and nephew, take good care of the young Jingyang, and fled to the Guanyin Nunnery in the southeast of Jinshan to cut his hair as a nun.

After Mrs. Wang left, Wang Youzhi was very anxious and searched everywhere, but there was no news. He pitied Jingyang for being young and lonely, and resolutely undertook the obligation to support him. Jingyang entered a private school at the age of seven, and was diligent and studious, with excellent grades. Within a few years, he made great progress in his studies, went to Beijing for the exam, and won the top prize. After achieving fame, he was ordered to return to his hometown and province. Looking around, I don't want his mother to die of illness in the Guanyin Nunnery ten years ago. Mother's cemetery, weeds. In order to repay the mother's grace of childbirth, a "Bao'en Temple" was built on the side of the Guanyin Nunnery.

Jingyang Province returned to Beijing and was awarded the history of Zizhou Thorn, Prime Minister Bashu Wealth, and military horses. He is an upright official, and his achievements are important for a while. He is the author of 20 volumes of Jingyang Collection. After Jingyang's death, he was buried next to the Guanyin Nunnery on the mountainside of Jinshan.

In the 14th year of Daoguang in the Qing Dynasty, after the completion of Jinshan Academy, the then magistrate established the Zhuangyuan archway, and the amount of the pro-bookstore - "Song Zhuangyuan Li Jingyang's hometown" archway stood in front of the academy, and personally ordered the "Zhuangyuan Street".

Such historical stories can be unearthed in any small county town in China, so Jinshan's fame is not great, but loses to Guanshan, which is thirty kilometers away!

At this moment, Yang Zejin is standing in the Moon Pavilion on the top of Jinshan Mountain! This is where he frequents the most. This peasant-born cadre, with the great ambition of family and country feelings, thought that he could make great achievements and take charge of the government like Li Zhuangyuan in the year of no confusion, but he did not expect that he was still a small section-level cadre at this time. not only lost to Nie Renhao, who was in his early thirties, but also had to endure the rumors and rumors all over the city.

"The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles, and you can be a tall building for this." Yang Zejin rarely carries wine with him, but in this solemn autumn morning, he actually brought a small half bottle of Jia wine, drank alone in front of the autumn geese lined up in the herringbone, and recited Fan Zhongyan's "The Story of Yueyang Tower" with a little drunkenness: "...... Dengslou also, there is a relaxed heart, spoiled and forgotten, the wine is in the wind, and its joyful people are ......"

Today, the widow of the great man, Chief Liu, has arrived at the Jianan Airport and will arrive in Jiacang tomorrow accompanied by provincial and regional leaders. The father-in-law has already arrived in the area to greet him, and the county magistrate is arranging specific reception matters at the Jiacang Hotel.

And Nie Renhao was at the foot of the looming Guan Mountain, making the final preparations for the reception.

Guanshan is named after its "Qinglong Yanyue Knife" that is as powerful as Guan Erye, and there is a Guandi Temple in the mountain. But in recent years, Guan Shan's fame has nothing to do with Guan Erye, but because the great founding leader came out of the three thatched huts at the foot of Guan Mountain, turning the impoverished old China upside down!

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Yang Zejin's reception task was angry and funny. Deputy county magistrate Nie gave him two things - one was to organize the students of the Red Army Primary School to give a report performance, and the performance lasted no more than an hour; The second is to be responsible for serving as a tour guide for the old chief, from the bronze statue of the great man in the county to the former residence of the great man in Guanshan, from the customs of Jiacang to the installed capacity of the Guanshan Hydropower Station, the commentary must be memorized.

Nie Renhao and Yang Zejin have not had much communication, and three days ago, he asked Director Liu of the Government Office to send the final plan to Director Yang's desk of the Water Conservancy Bureau. After the secretary of the government office left, Yang Zejin slapped the table angrily. This Nie Renhao is simply a kind of banter for him in this way!

Of course, Director Yang was a hundred unwilling to send the plan to his old father-in-law. Secretary Chen laughed after reading it. "Zejin! It seems that this Renhao is taking care of you! ”

"Care?" Yang Zejin has also been in Jiacang's officialdom for more than ten years, and it is the first time he has heard of such "ironic" care.

"Think about it, the old chief is here, who has the best chance to speak in front of her?"

"Of course it's your old man, your name appears a few times on the plan, and you have to report to the old chief at least three times!"

"Definitely! The one who has the best chance to speak is this tour guide! I may not be able to listen to what I want to report, but she can easily listen to what the tour guide explains. ”

"What do you mean ......"

"We're a little stingy! During this time, Renhao has done a lot of work, you take a closer look at the plan, your hydropower project is still the highlight of this reception. Not only that, but he also deliberately asked you to accompany you throughout the whole process. It's because I don't know enough about cadres, and what Renhao does is to take the overall situation into account! It's you, reflect and reflect! ”

"Got it, Dad. I'll go back and prepare! Yang Zejin touched his nose and went back to prepare the explanation materials with a displeased face! What he didn't expect was that Nie Renhao took the initiative to come to the door this time!

"Zejin, is it convenient for me to go upstairs and sit for a while?" Nie Renhao already had two or three freshly extinguished cigarette butts in front of him, and it seemed that he had been waiting for him for a while.

"Oh, County Magistrate Nie, what kind of wind blew you here? Aren't you in Guanshan? ”

"I just came back, but I didn't expect the autumn on this golden mountainside to be quite cold!"

"Let's go upstairs and sit down!"

The two of them came to the cadre dormitory of the Water Conservancy Bureau, and after a while of greetings, Nie Renhao handed a document to Yang Zejin.

"What?" Yang Zejin unfolded the information, and what came into view was dense text. It turned out that Nie Renhao took the time to write tens of thousands of words of commentary, from agriculture to industry, from education to water conservancy...... Exhaustive.

"Zejin, I asked the secretary to engrave these materials in the afternoon, you are familiar with it, you can change a lot of inappropriate places, the time is too tight, and please send a copy to Secretary Chen after correction!"

"You...... Send it yourself! ”

"The main thing is to ask you to revise it, especially the part about hydroelectric power plants. I'm too short on time, and I'm going to Guanshan tomorrow morning. The old chief came at the right time, the orange orchard of the Guanshan Reservoir was lit with red lanterns in advance, and the farmers' granaries were also full of grain! I hope that every year of Jiacang is a harvest year! ”

"Please, explain the material! I know that the explanation is arranged a little abruptly, don't be angry, please again! After Nie Renhao finished speaking, he got up and left.

Yang Zejin carefully read it word by word, and there was no flowery rhetoric throughout the text, but it was full of real dialects and detailed numbers. Yang Zejin seems to have been in the streets and alleys of the county, the fields in the countryside, the dam plant of the power station, and the former residence exhibition hall of Guanshan!

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Sitting in a wheelchair and full of silver hair, the old chief Liu set off from the capital airport and experienced more than three hours of turbulence in the air, and the special plane landed at Jianan Airport. On this day, on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, the prefectural government committee arranged for the great man's former friends and old comrades-in-arms of the chief to spend a special Double Ninth Festival in the form of a tea party in the regional guest house.

The old lady was full of red faces, and she couldn't help but cry when she saw her old friends. A pair of hands covered with traces of time are tightly clasped together, it is the friendship of supporting each other in the snowy mountains and meadows, and it is the revolution that advances and retreats together in the rain of bullets.

Early the next morning, the old lady waved to the Jialing River, which was rolling eastward, and got on the special car to Jiacang. He was accompanied by a vice governor, a head of the prefectural party committee, and medical staff from the veteran cadres bureau of the General Office of the CPC Central Committee.

County Magistrate Zhang and the county-level cadres of the four major groups waited at the gate of the county party committee compound early. Not far from the compound is the place where the chief is about to stay-Jiacang Hotel.

Nie Renhao's palms were full of sweat. As the youngest cadre in the reception leading group, he shoulders a heavy responsibility. Although he had done a lot of homework, he had a detailed understanding of the old chief's physical condition, intonation, and living habits, and made careful arrangements. With these understandings, he gradually changed his childish ideas. At present, it is the top priority to let this old lady, who is over seventy years old and has paralyzed legs, come happily and walk in good health, and as for Jiacang's rural and economic lifeline, in the end, it must rely on the correct leadership of the government and the self-reliance of the people, rather than win sympathy.

The winding convoy slowly approached, and finally appeared at the pass of Jinshan, along Zhuangyuan Street all the way to the east. From the Red Army Primary School to the government compound, armed police soldiers were armed with live ammunition, with one post at ten paces and one sentry at five steps. The pedestrians along the road and the autumn leaves have been swept away, the doors of yesterday's bustling shops are closed, and the occasional sparrow has been dispersed to the rooftops.

As the police car that opened the road drove into the compound, County Magistrate Zhang also trotted all the way with his deputies. Even if he was the deputy leader of the reception leading group, he couldn't figure out which car the old chief was sitting in.

The car of the county party committee stopped in front of him, and Secretary Chen, who got out of the car, was very strict and instructed the county magistrate Zhang and his cadres to wait for them to get into the car, and the three cars turned around and drove in the direction of the Red Army Primary School.

It turned out that there was no one else in the more than ten cars except the driver, and the old chief's car was still behind......