After working so hard for so long, he still can't get the tape, which makes him very headache and irritable. Carefully combed through the matter again to see if there was anything missing.

It is impossible to get the videotape at the Commission for Discipline Inspection. Jiang Chengyi pressed the tape and did not release it, he must be waiting for the opportunity to maximize the benefits of the tape.

He suddenly noticed a problem, and from the very beginning he had gotten into a dead end. He always believed that the failure of his father, Su Mingchao, stemmed from the videotape, which was the key to solving all problems. However, the videotape does not have a very big relationship with Su Mingchao, although he is in charge of this work, the accident is determined by the Standing Committee of the municipal government, and the qualitative responsibility should also be borne by Mayor Zhang Peng, and Su Mingchao is only guilty of negligence at most. He did not give any order to stop the investigation in the Xiaoninghe demolition case, and only agreed with the city government's opinion and did nothing.

It was only later that the fermentation of the case broke out, and some people deliberately charged Su Ming with covering up the case, and as the matter got bigger and bigger, everyone imperceptibly accepted this point of view, and a weighty person was also needed to take this responsibility. And the Su Ming Dynasty also ignored this point due to the pressure of the province and the condemnation of its own conscience.

Videotapes are still important, but they are not necessarily the only way to solve the problem. The most important thing is how to divert the firepower that attacked Su Mingchao, it is actually very easy to divert it, as long as Su Mingchao gives up fighting for the position of mayor, everything will be solved. Just, is this possible?

In the end, it's all about profit. He sighed, a little excited. Somehow, I walked to the bus station and took out the money in my pocket, and there were two hundred and twenty-one more. After thinking for a while, I entered the bus ticket hall. I bought a ticket for Juye County.

The highway to Juye has been open to traffic for two months, and the Juye extra-large suspension bridge that crosses the Juye River looks majestic. Hundreds of meters of suspension columns reach into the sky, and steel cables larger than humans stand still in the wind, which will make you marvel at the infinite creativity of human beings.

Juye County is still a two-hour drive to Tianze Township

Su Mingchao is the only college student and the only official who came out of Juye Tianze. He can be said to be a household name in Tianze Township, which is deep in the mountains, and has become the sustenance for the Tianze teenagers to insist on studying and walking out of the mountains. He is a role model, but also a pillar of spirit. For a child in a poor country to finish high school and college, their parents must put in dozens of times more effort than others, which requires a kind of tenacity.

And Su Wanli and his wife are such people, time has carved deep wrinkles on their faces, but that persistence has never been swallowed up by time.

He remembered that in the summer, his grandfather Su Wanli would sit in front of the door and smoke a large pipe, and he took a puff and spit out a white smoke, which did not dissipate in the air. The hand did not stop, and the bamboo slices became even thin strips and long pieces in his hands...... After letting, make a frame, weave the bamboo strips into it, and make many exquisite bamboo weaving utensils. There are bamboo baskets, baskets and other indispensable in rural life, there are also bamboo benches like works of art, bamboo reclining chairs, smaller ones have bamboo plates, bamboo people, all kinds of houses and so on.

When he was a child, he liked the bamboo gun his grandfather made for him the most. Of course, there was also the bamboo dragonfly, and when he staggered his hand, it spun and flew up, flying over the shallow river, but he only cared about chasing, but did not pay attention to the water, and his grandfather put cold smoke on the pipe, and laughed, revealing the teeth that were already missing two front teeth. Grandma Zhou Xiulan saw it, so she ran down and picked him up distressedly: "My little baby, you will get sick if you get wet." ”

But he waved his hands in the air, his teeth and claws, and shouted in a milky voice: "I want, I want to ......"

"Ask grandpa to make one for you."

He still doesn't give up, and grandma is doting and angry. He gave his grandfather a blank look, put him on his back, and began to do housework again.

Thinking of this, he felt that he was very happy, and that his childhood was so perfect. But he was a little sad and his eyes were a little moist. They are all old, they are not on the roof of their heads, they can shelter from the wind and rain, and one day they will leave him and go to another world.

Walking along the familiar slope, the huge banyan tree still hasn't changed, but there are no traces of its frequent climbing.

The lazy greyhound was lying on the edge of the bamboo fence, his mouth sticking out through the gap, and his tongue sticking out for a long time. Probably smelling a familiar smell, its tail swung and jumped up, but it was stuck in the crack of the bamboo fence and broke free for a long time before it broke free. Like a gust of wind running into his arms and adding to his face, Su Xiaolou will let it get his wish, and if he slaps him away, it will circle around him and hiss in a low voice, expressing his happiness and excitement.

The grandmother, who was tidying up the vegetable patch, stood up, and she seemed to be more rickety. When he saw his grandson, he first smiled, then dropped the sickle in his hand and wiped his hand on his clothes, and his eyes were moist and tears could be seen.

"Grandma." He always used that tone of dependence.

She opened her hand and took Su Xiaoloulou into her arms. smiled even more happily, and couldn't stop patting him on the back: "My little building has grown taller again." ”

"Grandma, your body is okay."

"It's all good. Go, go home, grandma will make you something to eat. She grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go. The emaciated, swarthy hand was covered with calluses and wrinkles, which made him even more sad.

"Xiaolou is back!" A middle-aged woman opened the door and came out.

He responded politely: "Hey, Aunt Six." ”

Grandma will also smile happily and say, "My small building is back." "I will be more proud than Su Ming Dynasty coming back.

Many people have come out, and he is not much of a leader. In everyone's eyes, he is a distant city man, and he is the envy of people. Yes, it's superficial. But isn't it also simple, nobler than the glitz of the city.

It's still the blue-tiled house that will never disappear, and in the attic next to it, pickles are drying and two columns of corn.

Su Wanli, who was making bamboo baskets, was stunned for a moment when he saw Su Xiaolou, then smiled happily, and immediately got up and said, "I'm back, grandpa caught a few pheasants yesterday." You can make a meal of red braised pheasant. ”

"Well, I'll help you. Grandpa, how are you doing? "Su Xiaolou's favorite red stuffy pheasant, thinking about the taste, I want to drool.

"Very good."

Su Wanli has very few words, but his love for Su Xiaolou is not inferior to that of his wife Zhou Xiulan. Su Xiaolou has spent a long time with them in the microclimate, and his feelings are very deep.

Su Wanli skillfully pulled out the pheasant in the cage. Su Xiaolou boiled a pot of water on the coal fire.

Zhou Xiulan took a lot of things that Su Xiaolou bought and put them on the table, and bought Moutai wine and two cigarettes for Su Wanli. There are also a few bottles of medicine for rheumatism, she has been frugal all her life, even if Su Ming became a big official, she is still reluctant to go to the city, she still lives a simple life, and says to herself: "This kid spends money indiscriminately." ”

But she was happy in her heart, because her grandson had grown up.