Seeing that the old chief's trembling finger pointed to the White House building, Sang Jingxian hurriedly replied: "That is our county administrative center office building, completed three years ago, designed by a famous architect in Shanghai, with a total construction area of 20,000 square meters, which has greatly improved the office environment of the county party committee and county government, enhanced the image of our county, and provided a strong guarantee for further work." ”

Lao Sang's introduction was recited in strict accordance with the general draft of the "On the Issues That Should Be Paid Attention to When Introducing the County Administrative Center" issued by the Propaganda Department of the County Party Committee, who knew that the old chief shook his head after listening to it, Teacher Sang didn't know where he said wrong, and looked at Ye Qing in wonder, or Ye Qing understood his grandfather's thoughts, she said: "What the chief wants to ask is, what was the original place there?" ”

Sang Jingxian suddenly realized, and hurriedly replied: "That piece of land, before it was requisitioned by the county, it was a crop land, and then it was an old forest, and in five or eight years, the county made a big steel smelt and put satellites, and cut down those hundred-year-old trees as firewood, and then went on, according to the county records, it was the cemetery of a squire's family in this county, and the squire's family had three jinshi, one of whom was a secretary of the Ministry of Rites in the Jiaqing Dynasty, and Mr. Feng Shui said that their old forest was a treasure of Feng Shui......"

Ye Lao closed his eyes slightly, as if he was not interested in listening, Sang Jingxian also suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly changed the topic: "If the old chief wants to see historical relics, the county tourism bureau is a good place, during the Anti-Japanese War, there was the Japanese military police headquarters, and during the Liberation War, it was the county party headquarters of the Kuomintang, so many years, the building has not changed......"

Ye Lao nodded slightly, Ye Qing instructed the driver to drive directly to the county tourism bureau, unexpectedly, this has become a ruin, the main building has been demolished, the door panels, windows, decades of rotten wood are thrown outside, the demolished old-fashioned green bricks are neatly stacked, some workers are on the ruins with hammers to knock on the cement blocks attached to the steel bars, the decades-old Republic of China building no longer exists......

Sang Jingxian was a little embarrassed and said: "I'm really sorry, the original site of the Tourism Bureau was demolished and built a residential community, and I forgot about this stubble." ”

But Ye Lao didn't seem to care, but smiled at Sang Jingxian and nodded to comfort him, Ye Qing also said: "The chief used to be in charge of fighting behind enemy lines in the Huaixi guerrilla area, and he mainly wanted to see the old battlefield, the old base area or something, Teacher Sang can introduce some such places." ”

Sang Jingxian thought for a while and said: "During the Anti-Japanese War, Nantai County belonged to the Huaixi guerrilla area of the Shanxi, Hebei, Shandong, and Henan base areas, and an independent regiment of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army infiltrated behind the enemy to fight guerrillas, the commander's surname was Yu, called Yu Dehai, and the political commissar's surname was Ye, called Ye Xuefeng...... Old chief, wouldn't you be? ”

Sang Jingxian, who was talking eloquently, suddenly realized that the old chief in front of him might be Commander Ye back then, and couldn't help but get excited, Ye Lao also grinned toothlessly, and suddenly Sang Jingxian burst into tears and said, "I have seen your old photos in the memorial hall, how heroic you were back then......

No wonder Sang Jingxian sighed, in the mind of this old scholar who has read history, Ye Xuefeng has always been the image of a heroic young soldier wearing a coarse cloth military uniform, with a bullet and a revolver around his waist, how can he be associated with the old man in front of him who has few hairs and emaciated cheeks that are sunken......

Ye Qing persuaded: "Teacher Sang, the chief is worried about the people in the old area, and wants to see the development of the base area, the people's living standards have improved, and the sacrifices of the older generation of revolutionaries are valuable and meaningful." ”

"That's right." Sang Jingxian quickly wiped away his tears and said: "At that time, the base of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army was mainly in the depths of Daqing Mountain, and now the camp is difficult to find, but there is also a monument and the tomb of the anti-Japanese heroes in Wild Boar Valley. ”

Ye Lao nodded again and again, and gestured twice to his granddaughter, Ye Qing understood, and said: "Wild Boar Valley is far away, and there is a place closer to the county seat, it should be called Kushui Well, right?" ”

"Yes, yes, Kushuijing Township was also the main ......battlefield of the Anti-Japanese War," Sang Jingxian introduced, "In 1944, the Japanese devils went to the countryside to sweep, and the masses in Mapo Village, Kushuijing Township, in order to cover the wounded of the Eighth Route Army, were slaughtered by the devils More than 50 people, but no one confessed, during the Cultural Revolution, the bitter water well was once renamed Sweet Water Well, and then the reform and opening up, somehow it was called back again, alas, no way, that place is really too bitter, there is a well within a radius of more than ten miles, and the water pressed out is bitter, Not to mention giving it to people, it is uncomfortable for big animals to drink. ”

"Teacher Sang, then let's go to this Xiamapo Village." Ye Qing said.

Sang Jingxian was a little hesitant, Kushuijing Township is the poorest township in the county, and Xiamapo Village is the poorest administrative village in Kushuijing Township. Isn't this a smear on the face of Nantai County, thinking of this, he swallowed: "The road may not be easy to walk......

"It's okay, we're all dirt bikes." What did Ye Qing come from, how could she not see Teacher Sang's worries, she then said: "Let the chief see the real old area, maybe it will be beneficial to the economic construction of our county." ”

When Sang Jingxian heard this, he nodded.

Ye Qing used the walkie-talkie to inform the open car: "Go to Kushuijing Township." ”

The opening car is a Changfeng cheetah of the Jiangbei Military Division, in addition to the driver, it is Zhao Hui and Liu Ziguang and Zhou Wen, the magistrate of Nantai County, when Zhou Wen heard the sound of the walkie-talkie, he was startled: "There is nothing to see in Kushuijing Township, so don't go." He advised.

"What, County Magistrate Zhou has concerns, is there any ulterior secret in the bitter water well?" Zhao Hui joked......

"No, no, no." Zhou Wen hurriedly explained: "Kushuijing Township is too poor to represent the economic development level of our Nantai County, I have a suggestion, you can take a good walk in the county and taste some special snacks or something." ”

Zhao Hui said with a smile: "Okay, County Magistrate Zhou, don't worry, isn't Kushuijing Township just engaged in land acquisition, we are not here for that, it is purely private tourism, the county magistrate should not take it to heart, haha." ”

Although the air conditioning in the car is sufficient, Zhou Wen still took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead, the last time the central primary school of Kushuijing Township was killed by the wind, and it took a lot of effort to calm down, recently because of the matter of land requisition, a few days ago the people of the Xuanwu Group went down to investigate, and the villagers had a conflict, and injured several people, and now suddenly a few government cars came, not to stimulate the villagers to call it strange......

Thinking of this, he hurriedly called Liang Dazhong, the acting head of Kushuijing Township, and asked him to organize the basic militia and cadres in the township to prepare to receive the chief.

Liang Dazhong was originally the village chief of Xiamapo Village, because he was closely united around the county magistrate Zhou on the issue of land requisition, so he was exceptionally promoted to the acting head of Kushuijing. At least it's good to pick up the pigs and dogs running around on the street, and pick up the sheep and eggs on the ground.

The convoy went all the way, just from the road can distinguish the difference in economic development, Jiangbei urban area is a smooth eight-lane asphalt road, the city to the county this section of the road is slightly worse, is a four-lane cement road, out of the county to the west, the road has become a gravel road in disrepair, probably yesterday rained, a puddle of water on the ground, vehicles are becoming more and more scarce, after driving for an hour, finally arrived at the seat of the Kushuijing Township Government, When I was far away, I saw a banner hanging above the road: Leaders at all levels are welcome to come and inspect......

Kushuijing Township is really poor, the seat of the township government is nominally a town, in fact, it is a rural market, it happens that today is the day of the market, the streets are not spacious on both sides of the stalls, buy everything, the pork case is hung with a big iron hook with a half-pig pig, the stall of the electrical appliance store has a cheap walkman, the colorful tape is five yuan and ten boxes, the CD is two yuan a piece, the stall where you buy clothes is hung with rows of chemical fiber copycat brand-name T-shirts, and the "Meteor Garden" and "F4" that have been extinct in the city for many years can be seen here.

There were not too many people on the market, everyone saw the arrival of the convoy, they all got out of the way, and looked at the people in the car curiously, Ye Qing's footprints have traveled all over the world, and his experience is quite rich, when he saw this scene of a simple rural market, he immediately thought of seeing a similar scene in Kandahar, and the two were so similar......

In the open car, Zhao Hui quipped: "Lao Liu, your county is really backward, do you know where I want to?" Afghanistan. ”

Liu Ziguang said with a smile: "Come on, this is considered rich, if you go to Wild Boar Valley, you will know what it means to be really poor." ”

Zhou Wen felt a little fever on his face, no matter how he said that he was also the parent official of Nantai County, others compared the following towns to Afghanistan in front of the head of a county, isn't this a clear slap in the face, but this surname Zhao seems to be not small, although he is unhappy, he can only greet him with a smile.

Suddenly, Zhou Wen saw a familiar face standing not far away, it was Liang Dazhong of Kushuijing Township who led a group of cadres from the township government to greet him, but seeing that several of the cadres were red from drinking, Zhou Wen was unhappy again.

The small cadres in the countryside do not have much power, the only pleasure is to drink two cups, today is a big gathering, someone from the village below sent a few chickens, a few bottles of wine, the cadres invited each other to drink, halfway through the drink on behalf of the head of the township rushed over to say that there were people above to inspect, and called a few of them from the wine table.

Zhou Wen jumped out of the car, walked to Liang Dazhong and sniffed, and confirmed that the acting township chief he promoted did not drink, so he was a little relieved, and he said: "What do you call so many people to do, let them do what they should do, Liang Dazhong, you come with me, and go down the slope for you." ”

Liang was shocked: "County Magistrate Zhou, are you still going, are they?" ”

"Don't worry, it's not from the Xuanwu Group." After Zhou Wen finished speaking, he said hello to the cadres in the township, and pulled Liang Dazhong into the open car.

The convoy did not stop in the town, and drove directly along a barren dirt road to Xiamapo Village, the trees on both sides were sparse, and the endless saline-alkali land was shocking, Ye Lao saw this familiar scene, and finally had a little feeling, Ye Qing noticed that there seemed to be something shiny in his grandfather's eyes flickering.

Suddenly, the car stopped, and the driver said, "Who made a big stone on the road, so immoral." ”

A huge rock weighs thousands of pounds in the middle of the dirt road, and on either side of the road are deep drainage ditches that cars can't get around.

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To illustrate here, a low-level mistake was made earlier, and the names of Zhuwangzhuang Township and Zhuwangzhuang Village in Dahe Township were repeated in name, and now they are changed to Kushuijing Township.