Chapter 4 Accidents

It is said to be a small forest, but it is actually not big, only dozens of bauhinia trees with the thickness of a large sea bowl, as well as some sea buckthorn, artemisia grass, etc. Song Qiong ran around, but he didn't see anyone, nor did he see the formed buildings, only a pile of broken walls and ruins on a high ground by the river, which seemed to have been dilapidated for a long time.

Looking at this pile of broken stone bricks, Song Qiong was a little stunned: Could it be that he got the wrong place, this is also called the Land Temple?

He couldn't help frowning, he had been to this place, judging from the topography of Xiaohewan, the place should not be wrong, but he was worried that the history of this time and space had changed, this land temple was not the same as the previous life, even if those two educated youths saw it, I am afraid they would not be here

Maybe even gone somewhere else.

Song Qiong searched the surroundings carefully, but he didn't see anyone, or any traces left by people.

He stood by the river, thought about it, and decided to go to Zhao Hong Village again, ask how many land temples there were near Nanshan Village, and even ask him to help find out the two female intellectuals or a few people in the long queue.

As soon as Song Qiong turned around, he saw a black figure standing not far behind him, his eyes staring at him......

"Heh, Secretary Zhao, have you been following?" Through the moonlight, Song Qiong could see clearly that the black shadow was Zhao Hongcun.

Zhao Hongcun put his hands behind his back, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard the words, and his expression became more vigilant: "You know me?" ”

"Today on the Haiphong Highway, I saw Secretary Zhao persuading people to come back." Song Qiong said that he leaked his mouth, and couldn't help but explain with a smile.

Zhao Hongcun thought of the events of the afternoon, his expression was gloomy, and he couldn't remember whether he had asked others to know that he was the secretary of the Nanshan Brigade at that time.

"Hehe, actually, if you want to go to Lungang, I can understand it, if you can't eat, who wants to keep it?" Zhao Hongcun squatted on the ground, took off a cloth bag on his shoulder, groped for a cigarette stick, trembled and loaded the tobacco leaves, held them in his mouth, clasped them together, lit the match, and lit the tobacco leaves.

Song Qiong sniffled and smelled a choking smell of tobacco, in this era, there is a shortage of materials, everything you have to buy with a ticket, you need a food ticket to buy food, a vegetable ticket to buy vegetables, a meat ticket to buy meat, and a cigarette ticket to buy a cigarette.

There are also people who cut old newspapers into small squares and roll tobacco leaves in the middle to make homemade cigarette rolls.

"Little comrade, what's your name, and one too?" Zhao Hongcun spit out a white smoke, saw Song Qiong sniffling, and took out a small iron box from the cloth bag, opened the small iron box, and took out a homemade yellow cigarette from it.

"Oh, thank you! My name is Song Qiong, the Song of the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, and the dome of the sky. Song Qiong was not polite, took the cigarette, lit it and took a puff, and couldn't help frowning.

This kind of smoke is a bit choking, and the fragrance is also very poor, he is not used to smoking, but his body has smoked this kind of smoke now, and he seems to be very adaptable, and he is not choked and coughed.

Song Qiong smoked silently, slowly exhaled a string of smoke, and looked into the distance through the smoke with a deep gaze, and many scenes passed in his heart for a while. When I came back from rebirth, I had to face the people and things that I had before, and I was also a little scared and uneasy.

Especially the death of his adoptive parents, which once made him feel guilty, as well as those grievances with the Zhao family, although he couldn't avenge those things that hadn't happened yet, he didn't want to see potential enemies grow stronger.

For example, Zhao Jingcheng and his Jingcheng Group.

Jingcheng Group has almost relied on Nanshan Village to develop.

Since he met Zhao Hongcun, he had to take precautions and do something.

Song Qiong thought and glanced at the man who was silently smoking beside him.

However, these things are not in a hurry, and the top priority is to find those two female intellectuals, or those intellectuals in the long queue, to avoid that tragedy.

The earthy yellow smoke between his fingers burned to the end, Song Qiong threw the cigarette butt to the ground, stepped on it twice with his foot, and sighed leisurely: "Soon, Lingang has been established as a city, and the country will carry out reform and opening up. No one will want to go to Lun Harbor anymore, but the people of Lun Harbor will want to come to us. ”

"Hehe, you're thinking pretty well!" Zhao Hongcun glanced at Song Qiong in surprise and shook his head, not having much confidence in what he said.

At this time, more than two years have passed since the end of the great turmoil, and the plenary session of the Central Committee held at the end of last year also made a decision to shift the focus of work to socialist modernization, but because the influence of the previous [***] and the remnants of political ideology is still very large, the thinking from top to bottom has not yet been reversed, and the big ship of the national economy has not yet had time to change course.

In January this year, Lingang County was transformed into a county and a new Lingang City was established, but the term "special zone" and the relevant policy strategy have not yet been finally clarified.

Strictly speaking, this is the first time that Song Qiong and Zhao Hongcun have met, although he has the heart to mention this big man in the future, form a good relationship, and even change the development trajectory of Nanshan Village. But it is inconvenient to say more.

What's more, he doesn't have time to waste either.

"Secretary Zhao, are there any other land temples near Nanshan Village?" Song Qiong looked at the moon in the sky, and estimated that it was already ** o'clock, and it was getting closer and closer to the tragedy.

Zhao Hongcun knocked on the pipe and knocked the burned tobacco leaves to the ground: "No." ”

"What about the nearby villages?"

"No, there are seven or eight brigades nearby, and there is a land temple in our Nanshan Village, which was also destroyed six years ago."

Song Qiong nodded, in fact, looking at the terrain, he also knew that this was the place where the tragedy happened back then, but he didn't see those two female intellectuals, and he always had no way to rest assured.

I am also worried that history will change in some way because of his arrival.

"Secretary Zhao, I'll discuss something with you, do you think it's okay?"

Song Qiong felt that he couldn't wait for the rabbit: "Please find someone to help me watch here, if two female intellectuals come over, you let them go to the village, and I will look for it somewhere else, lest they find the wrong place." ”

"I know, this request may be a bit presumptuous, but now that it's so chaotic outside, I'm afraid something will happen, after all, it's two girls."

He Hongcun turned his head and looked at Song Qiong through the moon pass, and suddenly felt that this young man's performance was too calm: "How do I think, you are not disappointed or desperate at all, and you still look very motivated?" ”

Song Qiong smiled: "I didn't say that the country will reform and open up, and there will be opportunities." ”

"Then why are you still running away from Hong Kong?"

"Actually, like you, I want to bring my friend back."

"Pulled back?"

Song Qiong spread his hands: "No, you also saw it, I am alone now." ”

Zhao Hongcun shook his head and sighed rather lonely.

"Secretary Zhao, look, what I just said ......"

"Go ahead, I'll be here staring." Zhao Hongcun waved his hand, he didn't plan to go back to sleep anyway, he stayed at the entrance of the village, not only to be alone, but also to wait here, waiting for his wife, son-in-law, and those in the village to go home.

It's a pity that including Song Qiong, there have been several groups of educated youths passing here, but none of them are from Nanshan Village.

They seem to be determined to run to the side of Lun Harbor.

"Okay, then thank you Secretary Zhao first." Song Qiong was happy in his heart, Zhao Hongcun was watching here, so he could go to other places to see if he could find someone.

Song Qiong was just about to leave, when he suddenly heard someone shouting from the direction of the village: "Second uncle-second uncle-"

Zhao Hongcun stood up and answered.

Someone in the village ran over, and his voice shouted anxiously: "Second uncle, second uncle, Sister Rong is about to give birth, Grandma Chen said that she wants to find a doctor......

"What, Xiao Rong is about to give birth? Isn't it going to be more than a month? Zhao Hongcun was taken aback, and immediately ran towards the village, not even bothering to say hello to Song Qiong.

As for what Song Qiong had just promised, I'm afraid I would have forgotten it a long time ago.

Song Qiong was stunned, Zhao Hongcun left, he had no way to go, in case the two female intellectuals came, he was not there, and the events of the year would repeat again.

He didn't complain, and he couldn't even bother Zhao Hongcun anymore, listening to it, it seemed that someone in his family was about to give birth, and it was more than a month earlier than the expected date of delivery, if it wasn't an error in the estimation of the expected date, it was born prematurely.

Born more than a month prematurely, in this day and age, it can be dangerous if medical measures don't keep up.

"What's the situation now, Wang Dong's kid ran away, where is there a doctor in the village?"

"Aji, you go to Uncle Tiezhu and ask him to go to Shangping next door to ask for a doctor."

In the distance, Zhao Hongcun's anxious voice came.

Song Qiong couldn't help but turn his head, glanced at the ruined land temple, and the dark wilderness, gritted his teeth, and chased after him.