"Dead ghost, it's your wife. You hardly go home in the past few months, I'll come to the unit to see if there's anything wrong with you? ”

Director Cheng said, stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of the cheongsam, and walked over with a small waist curling.

After putting the small thermos bucket in his left hand on the table, Director Cheng reached out and hooked Director Chang's neck, his eyes were like silk: "Now that there is a big drought today, there is a piece of land that is also dry and smoking, and it needs to be moistened by the permanent director of the Drought Fighting Office." ”

"Go, go."

Director Chang hurriedly opened her hand, got up from the chair and walked around to the other side of the table, complaining, "You have only been watering this land for a few days?" How can I have so much rain for you to ask for? Hurry home, I heard that there will be city leaders here tonight to inspect the work. It's not good to let the leader see you—"

Director Cheng sneered and interrupted her husband's words: "Hmph, what is wrong with the leader?" Although you are the director of the Drought Relief Office, you are my husband. The husband doesn't come home much for months, the wife can't sleep alone, her heart is empty, and she needs a man's watering, which is reasonable. No matter how powerful the city leaders are, they just have to control the heavens and the earth, do they still care whether the two of us have sex or not? ”

"What nonsense are you talking about? Alas. ”

Seeing the delicate wife lift the cheongsam, he leaned forward, Director Chang was also a little impatient, no longer dodged, let the woman skillfully stick to the belt, stretched into the pants, and shivered violently before sighing: "You don't know." Every time you leave, I feel that the way people look at me is quite wrong. They, they can definitely guess what we did. Or maybe you're screaming too loudly. ”

"What if you guess? Hear my scream, so what? ”

Director Cheng continued to sneer, and was about to untie her husband's belt, but the window suddenly turned white.

Then, there was the rumbling of mines.

"It's going to rain, it's going to rain!"

Director Chang was overjoyed, and couldn't care about anything else, so he pushed his wife away, threw himself in front of the window, and pushed open the window to look outside.

Just then, another bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky, followed by louder thunder.

The young people of the Drought Fighting Office who were fighting at night had already run to the courtyard outside downstairs at this time, and they all turned their hands to the sky and shouted excitedly: "Go down, go down, I want to bloom!" ”

A heavy rain at this time can be related to whether Director Chang can continue to sit on the throne of the drought control office.

That's a bit of nonsense.

After all, Director Chang is just a person, not a god, and God has the final say whether it rains or not.

But this is an indisputable fact.

Therefore, Director Chang's concern about whether the heavy rain can fall tonight can even suppress why Director Cheng is always not pregnant.

After deeply feeling her husband's urgent desire for heavy rain, Director Cheng couldn't continue to complain, tidied up her cheongsam, walked to the window and stood side by side with her husband, and stretched out her right hand.

When there was a drop of rain and it fell on her right hand, the cheers of the people downstairs were even louder: "It's raining, it's raining!" Oh! ”

"It's raining, it's finally raining."

Director Chang's face was also flushed with excitement, and his body trembled.

Visually looking at the thickness of the clouds and the erratic wind direction, if this rain starts, it will be a downpour, as if the sky is leaking.

"This time, it shouldn't be like the previous times, just the thunder is loud and the rain is small, right?"

Director Chang muttered, turned around and was about to run out of the office, go downstairs to have fun with many subordinates, and pray for God to pour the river down, but heard his wife whisper: "It's for nothing, this time, I still can't get up." ”

Although Director Chang has never engaged in any feudal superstition, he also cares about what his wife says at this time, which is quite unlucky and unlucky, and he turned around and scolded in a low voice: "Stinky girl, what nonsense are you talking about? ”

"Really, it can't rain this time, like the previous times."

Director Cheng didn't care about being scolded by her husband, grabbed his arm and said seriously: "If Qingshan wants to rain heavily, it will take a while, waiting for something to come back." ”

"What are you putting in—"

Director Chang was about to scold her, but suddenly thought of something, and his face changed greatly: "You, you went to find that old monk again!" ”

Director Cheng didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

Director Chang backhanded, grabbed his wife's hand, shook it vigorously, and asked urgently: "He, what did he say?" ”

"The dragon is not in the abyss, why is it said that the heavy rain is coming?"

Director Cheng hesitated before whispering this sentence.

"The dragon is not in the abyss, why is it said that the heavy rain is coming?"

Director Chang muttered this sentence and stretched out his hand to pop up the window.

The night sky outside was still cloudy, lightning and thunder, and the wind roared as if the sky was about to fall above the green hills.

In the mountains far to the south, there was a faint sound of knocking from time to time.

It was a joint department led by the city leader himself, and it was there to launch rockets into the sky to carry out artificial rainfall.

Artificial rainfall is an artificial act of using airplanes and rockets to sow dry ice, silver iodide, salt powder and other catalysts into the clouds according to the physical characteristics of different cloud layers, so as to make clouds decipher or increase precipitation.

The first few times when dark clouds covered Qingshan, Qingshan carried out large-scale artificial rainfall operations, but the result - it is said that the rain that came down could not even fill the mineral water bottles that the members of the rainfall working group drank at the site.

From time to time, there were raindrops falling on Director Chang's hands.

He could clearly feel the coolness that he hadn't seen for a long time, but his mood was not as happy as just now.

In his ears, only the words spoken by his wife echoed.

In front of him, there is also an illusory image of a white-bearded monk.

He had never seen the old monk with the Dharma name "Kongkong".

I don't want to admit that he can sit on the throne of the director of the Drought Relief Office today, and he has an inseparable relationship with Master Kongkong.

But in fact—

Slowly, Director Chang's thoughts returned to the beginning of last year's lunar month.

At the beginning of last year, the old director of the Drought Relief Office was about to retire at the end of February this year, so who would succeed him as the new director of the Drought Relief Office would become a "major national matter" that Director Chang and others were most concerned about.

Don't look at the yamen of the drought control office is a clear water yamen, and the influence of the number one leader in Qingshan is not even comparable to the traffic police on duty on the road.

But in any case, the number one leader of the yamen is the deputy director level.

It can barely be regarded as the bureau leader of the department directly under the city, and the leaders of the industrial and commercial taxation, public security, land and other departments are on an equal footing - theoretically.

Therefore, if you want to solve the problem of rank, it is easier to become the leader of the drought control office than in other departments directly under it.

For the gilders, the drought resistance office is the best springboard for upward climbing.

Therefore, the retirement of the old director, of course, will attract the attention of all positive people, and show their magical powers, asking people everywhere to find relationships, hoping to sit on this throne.

Napoleon said that a soldier who does not want to be a general is not a good soldier.

This sentence also applies to officialdom around the world, and a civil servant who does not want to climb up is not a good civil servant.

Of course, Director Chang also wants to be a good civil servant – but he knows better that he and the director of the Drought Relief Office are 108,000 miles away.

One, there was no one above him.

Second, he is already 48 years old this year, long past the age of an official of this level, the prime of life.

Third, he is not good-looking, he has an ambition to serve the country and the people, and he has worked hard in the officialdom for more than 20 years, that is, he has survived to a proper degree.

Fourth-In short, Director Chang knows very well that no matter who competes for the director of the Drought Control Office, it is possible, but he is the only one.

Since he couldn't do anything, Director Chang didn't expect him to eat this cake, but kept a normal heart, and when others were moving around, he still commuted to and from work every day, and spent all his energy on dealing with the tigress at home.

Saying that Director Cheng is a tigress does not mean that she has a hot temper, but that a woman of her age has a requirement for sex life, which is the age of tigers and wolves.

Director Chang remembers very well that after returning home on the Laba Festival last year, his wife, who had gone back to her mother's house in a city in northwest China a few days ago to give a New Year's gift, came back.

After the two met, Director Cheng's first sentence was to ask him if he wanted to become the director of the Drought Relief Office.

At that time, after Director Chang heard this, he immediately burst out laughing, and said that he wanted to, and hoped that Director Cheng, who was only in charge of a few cleaners in a certain street, would vigorously support him.

"I'm not kidding you. As long as you do what I say, the director's throne is yours! ”

"You, if you go back to your hometown, you won't be contaminated with anything unclean, and you're talking nonsense with a fever, right?"

This was Director Chang's first reaction at that time, reaching out to touch his wife's forehead.

But his wife raised her hand to open it, grabbed him by the collar, and said viciously: "Say, do you want to do it or not!" ”

Lao Chang was frightened by his wife's vicious appearance, and hurriedly said that of course he thought about it, whoever doesn't want to be a fool.

But the question is, who can help him?

Could it be that there is a leader above who has taken a fancy to his unruly wife and wants to accept him as an underground lover - to promote him to be the director of the drought control office, as a quid pro quo?

If that's the case, he'd rather resign and drown in the sea than refuse to be a cuckold.

"Bullshit. Where did the leadership come from? I thought about it, old lady. ”

Director Cheng's face blushed, pushed away Lao Chang, and said like this.

She would always go alone to the southern Black Dragon Valley at midnight on Chinese New Year's Eve, put an incense burner at the highest point, kneel there and burn incense reverently - don't say anything, it's better not to think about it, as long as she survives until it is ugly, she can go home.

Riding horses, Chinese New Year's Eve, but Qingshan is the coldest time in winter.

Especially at the highest point of the barren mountain in Heilongyu in the south, after kneeling for two hours, you can't freeze into a popsicle?

Even if you can't freeze a popsicle, you have to be scared to death.

The ghost place of Heilongyu is also well-known in Qingshan.

It's a murderous name.

According to an ancient local legend, every full moon night, people at the foot of the mountain will see black smoke rising from the highest place, and there is a faint cry of a woman.

There are a few brave young people who once went there on a full moon night with sharp weapons in hand and strong flashlights.

As a result, they were found unconscious by their families the next day.

When they woke up, even if they were killed, they didn't say what they saw.

In such a vicious place, Director Cheng let Lao Chang, who was not much thicker than a hemp pole, go there alone on Chinese New Year's Eve and bow down for an hour.

This girl, there must be a good relationship outside, I want to emulate Pan Jinlian and Ximenqing, kill my husband, and fight together in a proper name.

Seeing that Lao Chang didn't go to that place when he was killed, and began to suspect her style, Director Cheng was anxious, stomped his feet suddenly, and shouted coquettishly: "Lao Chang, if it weren't for the fact that when you went to the northwest nine years ago, someone told me that you would do a lot in the officialdom in the future. ”