The father and son climbed to the pavilion on the top of the mountain one after another, and looking at their son, who had become an adult, Wu Chenxuan felt that this world had really left his footprints, not just a huge new empire and a family business that was rivaled by wealth.

"Dad, I'll graduate this fall, how about we climb the mountain again to enjoy the chrysanthemums on September 9?" Looking at Jinan City, which is lying quietly in a piece of blue waves and green trees under the clear sky, it is vaguely visible at nine o'clock in the smoke. The silver ribbon on the horizon seems to be the Yellow River in Luokou,

"Okay, Daddy promises you." Wu Chenxuan finally gasped and calmed down, "When you lose weight and I lose weight in the autumn, and after exercising, I will definitely be able to catch up with you kid." Wu Taiqian smiled and disagreed. Dad is just hard-mouthed, looking at this great river and mountain, although he doesn't like that throne, and he doesn't want to be that idol-like emperor, but it is also a beautiful thing to be able to see the magnificence of mountains and rivers at the top of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

"Dad, brother, which of you won?" Wu Taixun jumped down from the sedan chair and went straight to his father and brother in the pavilion, rushing so quickly that Wu Chenxuan had to pounce on his little son in his arms, lest he rush down from the back mountain, and then he had to go to the head of the big Buddha to find this kid. "First of all, no matter who wins, when autumn comes, buy me chrysanthemum cake and jujube cake, well, and return the sugar gourd. Same two. ”

"You kid really don't trade at a loss." Wu Chenxuan was amused by his youngest son's scoundrel, "Okay, no matter who wins, I'll buy you cakes to eat, so as to block your little mouth." ”

Speaking of chrysanthemum cake, it is really a special product of Jinan's mountain club. At the Chongyang Mountain meeting of Thousand Buddha Mountain, in addition to climbing high to appreciate chrysanthemums, Jinan people also have the custom of eating chrysanthemums, picking off the white chrysanthemum petals, dipping them in flour and frying them; Or with meat to make a chrysanthemum hot pot, with chrysanthemum-soaked wine, a picnic on the mountain, it is really unique and fragrant. The poet Zhu Zhao once wrote in "Poems on the Double Ninth Festival": "Recruit three or two friends and get drunk in Nanshan." Jingxi high pine, fragrant wild chrysanthemum. This poem is a vivid portrayal of the ancients Chongyang ascending the Thousand Buddha Mountain.

Of course, the mountain will also steam jujube cakes to eat, and jujube cakes are sold on the street, mostly made of glutinous rice and jujubes or adzuki beans and jujubes, and cut and sold on the street after steaming. The jujube cake made at the residents' home is stacked into a tower shape with a layer of jujubes, covered with a chrysanthemum-shaped top made of a noodle rod, steamed and eaten, and is called chrysanthemum jujube cake.

Why do you eat jujube cake on the day of Chung Yeung Festival? Because "cake" and "high" have the same sound, eating jujube cake means ascending. As for why it is necessary to ascend on this day, according to Wu Jun's "Continuation of Qi Harmonic Records" of the Liang Dynasty: In the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a person named Fei Changfang, who had vast magical powers, could call the wind and rain, and send gods to catch ghosts. One day, he said to his disciple Huan Jing, "On the ninth day of September, disaster will befall your family, so you must prepare for it. Huan Jing asked, "What can be done to avoid this calamity?" Nagafang told him: "On this day, each of your whole family should make a red cloth bag, put it with dogwood, hang it on your arm, and bring some chrysanthemum wine to the mountains to drink, so as to avoid this calamity." Huan Jing listened to the master's words, and on September 9, the whole family went to the mountains for a day, and went home at night to be safe. Since then, "heavy nine ascending, the effect of Huanjing's disaster avoidance" has become a habit.

The current Thousand Buddha Mountain Temple Fair is even more unprecedented. Although people climb the mountain is no longer to avoid disasters and eliminate harm, and the custom of drinking chrysanthemum wine and eating chrysanthemum hot pot is not common, people who come to climb the mountain are still in an endless stream. When people browse or select a dazzling array of local products, they always have to climb to the top of the mountain, look into the distance, watch the beautiful rivers and mountains and the picturesque new appearance of Jinan, and can't help but think about it and feel a kind of beautiful enjoyment.

Standing on the Thousand Buddha Mountain, the Wu family may be enjoying the beautiful scenery, but in a hunter's abandoned temporary residence on a hilltop outside Santa Fe, New Mexico, the yellow race who observes Route 20 with a rangefinder does not have this kind of leisure.

"Fourteen ten-wheeled trucks, two sedans. It seems to be from the Army, well, it's the fourth wave, and it looks like these guys are making good progress. After recording these numbers, changing into a tweed coat and fisherman's hat, the yellow man slowly left the top of the hill from his shack and went down to the lake to begin fishing.

When it got dark, he packed up his fishing gear like a young clerk who had spent an afternoon on vacation, driving his half-used Ford onto Route 20. Suddenly, two mounted policemen appeared on the side of the road, making a stop gesture.

"What should I do?" Although the yellow man was startled for a moment, he quickly calmed down and stopped the car according to the command, "Mr. Officer? Is there anything I can do? ”

"Hi yellow boy, turn off the ignition, put your hands on the steering wheel and show your identification. Don't move, or you'll be shot in the head. A Mexican-looking policeman yelled.

"Okay, as you wish." The fisherman obediently turned off the car, put his hands on the steering wheel, and looked at the two officers with a smile.

"Hey, where's your identification?"

"In my shirt pocket."

"Take it out, don't you hear?"

"But you said if my hand was off the wheel, you'd blow my head off."

"yes, that's right." The Mexicans thought about their words, and indeed they scratched their heads and did not know how to explain them.

"Stupid, you slowly pull your papers out of your pocket with one hand. Be slower, you know. I'll blow your head off if it's fast. The other policeman said loudly, secretly complaining in his heart about how to arrange such an idiot to help him.

"Okok, my left hand doesn't move, my right hand goes to get the papers." The fisherman slowly took out the certificate, which was an employee of a car sales company, and there was a blue hard card paper inside, which was indeed a one-year registration card for immigrants. Seeing that there was no problem with the papers, the white policeman continued to ask.

"It's so late, how can you drive here alone?"

"Hey, officer, you need to know that you can only catch this black tiger fish in the evening, these guys are very cunning." The Chinese tilted his head and signaled the other party to pay attention to the fish basket under his back seat, and sure enough, there were several fish fluttering inside.

"What a good harvest. Buddy. However, you Chinese are out of the event so late, I have to check your vehicle, please get out of your seat, we have to check your vehicle thoroughly. “”

"Of course, officer, I am a law-abiding citizen, and it is incumbent upon me to cooperate with the police." He got out of the car while talking, and let the two of them turn the car into a mess, and almost kicked the black tiger fish over.

"It's okay. Boy, let's go, don't come out so late next time" found that there was indeed nothing abnormal, and the two policemen really had no way to check it again, and the internship certificate issued by the Chinese embassy held by this young man also showed that his identity was sent by a Chinese company to study with a chain car dealer in Santa Fe, which can be said to be a completely legitimate reason for entry and stay.

"Yes, sir. I'll take notice. Good bye. The young Chinese man got into the car, started up, waved and left. When the car was far away, two white men in suits with rifles crawled out of the grass on the side of the road, and one of the mounted policemen approached the two white men.

"Hey, head, this guy is an ordinary Chinese kid, but he's here to learn, no weapons, no anti-reconnaissance training, I even saw his Playboy magazine hidden in the glove box, the kind of black tiger fish he caught is really very difficult to hook, he was lucky to catch three, but he must have waited by the lake for more than half a day."

"Yes, I don't think this guy has much value, maybe we should pay attention to the German guys with the mustache, these guys are not clear with the Mexican bastards, and they are more suspicious."

The dwarf guy at the head put his homemade M1903 hunting rifle into his pouch and nodded, "Okay, although he is a little close to the road, he looks quite normal, you tell your Mexican partner, if there is no harvest today, he will have to eat sand here with us tomorrow." ”

"Hey, that guy is a state cop, not my partner. Hell, how could I possibly partner with a Mexican goblin? "That mounted police officer is actually a federal agent, but today it is his turn to play the mounted policeman, fighting a scareless interrogation, hoping to let the spy leak out, but the Chinese does not seem to be their target."

"Hi man. Fill up the gas, thanks. The young Chinese man drove his car to the gas station, threw the keys to a black handyman in uniform, and walked into a small restaurant next to the gas station, where many locals and truck drivers were drinking and resting. After ordering a Mexican hash browns and a sandwich and eating them, the young man went to his car. The twenty dollars on the window were gone, and that was gas and tips. He greeted the black handyman with a smile and drove his car to the other end of Santa Fe.

"Hey, I'm a highway patrol officer, boy, take the money in your hand and check it, I suspect that the yellow-skinned monkey is using counterfeit money."

"Ah, no, sir." The black man unfolded the bill in his hand and looked at it, and there seemed to be no flaw, and when he saw the two mounted policemen in front of him, he had to hand over the money, but he looked at the two mounted policemen vigilantly, this was his day's collection, although he only added sixteen dollars of oil.

"Okay, maybe it's true, kid put it away, if there is a problem, report it to us in time, do you hear?" The mounted police were shining in the sun and repeatedly checking the bill with a flashlight, but there were no flaws. "Let's go, it's all nervous, this Chinese kid is not our dish. I'm still suspicious of those Mexicans, hey man, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about the guy on the other side of the border, you're also American, okay? ”

Watching the two mounted policemen walk away, the black man shrugged his shoulders with the banknote, walked into the shop, and asked for a beer and a hot dog, and after removing the gas fee, there were still three dollars and 25 cents left, which was much more secure to keep around. After drinking a beer, he whistled and drove home in his classic Ford car, and if you can pay attention, you may find that his keychain is exactly the same as that of the Chinese. A day later, a message was sent out of the garage of the black man named Jefferson. In the telecommunications room of the Chinese consulate in Dallas, the message with a special call sign was quickly forwarded to the Los Angeles consulate, and three days later, it appeared on Hermin's desk.

"It seems that the Germans have taken a bad start, and the Americans do have a secret real base in Alamos, and their coordinates should be reported to 798 as much as possible." He Minhan looked at the analysis behind the intelligence, he could already determine that the scale of this base is not large, after all, the supplies sent to the base from Santa Fe and other places are very limited, and at most about 200 people can be supplied to survive in Alamos, which shows that they still have not started the Manhattan project that the main seat is worried about, and China still has plenty of time.