Recently, Wang Quan not only stopped playing poker outside at night, but also had no time to read newspapers in the office. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He got off work every afternoon, and from dinner to bed, it was normal for him to answer five or six phone calls. It is said that the number of calls he received was not very large, but the "quality" of the calls was very high, and the calls were all from retired veteran cadres, and the content was similar, all of them asked him: "Has the project been approved?" "When will the house be built?" "What is the size of each house?" "How much is a square meter, and when do you start paying?" ------ Wangquan can sometimes talk for half an hour when he answers a phone call, he is not in a hurry, the ashtray and tea cup are placed on the coffee table, and his body leans on the sofa, drinking while smoking, his voice is subdued, and his expression is colorful.

"Hey, that one? Oh, you're the king, yes, yes, I'm also the king, but I'm the king of the water, and you're the king of the dry land. You ask whether the housing in our community is built with towers or slabs? Of course, it was built on a slab floor. By the way, the quality of the tower is not good, it is awkward to live in, and it is easy to have contradictions when distributing. I have a fellow countryman, the affordable housing built by their unit is a tower, and when the house is divided, the leaders are assigned to the sun all day and the north-south direction of the house layout during the day, and the sun and the east-west direction of the house layout are distributed to the masses during the day. Later, some of the masses made strange remarks, saying that the masses were 'things' and the leaders were not 'things'. ”

As soon as he finished talking about a phone call and drank two sips of tea, the phone rang again, and Wang Quan picked up the phone unhurriedly: "Alas, Lao Guan, I haven't seen you for so long, I thought you went on a business trip to Babaoshan!" You ask when the house will start to be built, and it goes like this------"

Two cigarettes burned in his mouth, a cup of tea was poured in his throat, and after forty minutes of rambling, Wang Quan's phone call was finally finished. Wang Yueying said to him on the side: "I see that you are addicted to talking on the phone now, and in the future, when the house is completed, no one will call you again, how do I see your life?" ”

Wang Quan said triumphantly: "In the residential community built this time, an activity center for veteran cadres will be built as planned. ”

As soon as Nian Jun heard Wang Quan calling, he went into the room where he lived with his grandfather, looking impatient.

"Isn't your dad retired, why is he still so busy with work and can't answer phone calls every day?" Grandpa asked.

"I'm full!" Sun Tzu replied.

After the grandfather figured out what his son was busy with, he said to his grandson: "Your father is doing good things for everyone, he has a good heart since he was a child, he likes to help others, and in the future, as I said when I told you a story last time, good intentions will be rewarded." ”

"What else can he have in return, he has never been an official and a half-time official in his life, and he is still a political work officer until he retires, so I don't have a serious job until now, and I go to work for others every day."

"You can't say that, the family is safe and sound, everyone is strong and strong, that is, they have accumulated virtue."

"Grandpa, your standard of living is too low!"

"You're still young, you don't know much about some things, do you still want to listen to the stories told by your grandfather?"

"Of course!"

"Okay, then you just listen."

The old man began to speak:

There are several families in a mountain col, one of which is surnamed Ding, and the only son of the old Ding family is called Shishi.

Shi's family was poor, the dilapidated yard was unwalled, and in the only two mud-damaged houses, through the holes in the roof, the sun could be seen during the day and the moon at night. There was a broken pot with three stones in the house, and there was not even a bed, and the blind mother, who suffered from many diseases, lay on the floor covered with wheat straw and broken mats all the year round.

Although the stone is only twelve or thirteen years old, he is very sensible. During the day, he cut grass and collected firewood, helped his father cultivate a few thin fields on the mountain, and rubbed his mother's back and shoulders at night, chatting with her. When the farm is not working, he and his father take turns, one at home to take care of his mother, and the other goes out to beg for food.

On this day, my father cut a small bundle of firewood on the mountain, and let the stones be carried to the market to sell for a few dollars, and buy some lamp oil and salt.

Stone went to the market and sold out of firewood, bought a small bag of salt, and bought a small bottle of lamp oil. He hesitated for a while in front of a baked cake stove before he made up his mind to buy a hot baked cake with the rest of his money, and asked someone else for a piece of straw paper to wrap it, carefully put it in a basket, and then hurried home.

At home, I eat bran dumplings and pumpkin soup every day, and sometimes I eat some leftovers from begging, and I always feel like fire in my stomach and sour water in my mouth. Smelling the aroma of the baked cakes, Shi really wanted to break a small piece and taste it, but, thinking of his mother, who was usually reluctant to eat pickles, and his body was so weak, he swallowed his saliva, just leaned his face close to the basket, and twitched his nostrils deeply.

A muffled thunder sounded in the distance, and dark clouds were driven by the strong wind and pressed down from the other side of the mountain. Afraid that the cold wind would cool the baked cakes, the stone took off his rag shirt, wrapped the baked cakes, and then ran home with his bare spine and basket.

After only a short while, the raindrops of copper coins smashed down from the air, and the stones were afraid that the rain would wet the baked cakes, and when they saw a thatched hermitage in the watermelon field on the side of the road, they hid in it with a basket.

The watermelons in the watermelon field have been plucked, and the thatched nunnery that has not had time to be dismantled is still in good condition, that is where the melon watchers used to rest, and there is a handful of soft wheat straw spread on the ground in the thatched hermitage, and the stone sits on it, and the cold body feels a little ambiguous.

Suddenly, Stone heard a chaotic sound of footsteps outside, and just as he was about to stand up to see what was going on, two young men rushed in with a cold wind.

When they saw the stone, the two people who came in were startled.

"Haha, it turned out to be a little screamer!" A man put down what he was carrying and stared at the stone and shouted.

"This kid is quite good at finding a place." The other man chimed in with his fingers scraping the rain from his face.

Shi knew these two people, they were two brothers from the neighboring village, the tall one was called Da Diao, and the little one was called Er Diao. The two brothers were well-known in several nearby villages, picking door locks, climbing over walls, stealing chickens and dogs, fighting and brawling, and doing all kinds of bad things.

Da Diao and Er Diao usually run rampant in the township, and they bully and dominate the market every time. Today, they forcibly collected a lot of venue fees and protection fees at the market, and even robbed an old woman of a chicken. The two of them entered the thatched hermitage, and took out the money from the pockets of their clothes as if no one was around, arguing as they parted, like two hungry wolves fighting for a bone. The stone cowered aside, clutching the basket tightly in his arms, looking at them timidly.

The rain outside the thatched hermitage became heavier and heavier, and the thunder became louder and louder.

After the two brothers finished dividing the money, the two Diao probes the probe, and saw the thunderstorm outside, the sky is dark, and he said to Da Diao worriedly: "Brother, I think this thunder always rings on our heads!" ”

Before Da Diao could answer, Er Diao shouted loudly in horror: "Brother, look, there is a dragon in the sky!" ”

"Fart!" Da Diao scolded Er Diao, and casually leaned over and glanced outside the hermitage, which didn't matter, and scared Da Diao out of the sky.

It turned out that in the thick clouds there was a giant dragon he had only seen in the painting, which called for wind and rain, carried thunder, and was wrapped in electricity, and writhed its huge body in the sky.

Da Diao and Er Diao knelt together at the door of the thatched hermitage in a panic, kowtowing to the sky like garlic, Da Diao kowtowed, and chanted in his mouth: "God, don't let the dragon catch us, we are all good people!" ”

The stone looked at the two brothers, Da Diao and Diao, and was so frightened that they shrank into a ball in a corner of the thatched hermitage, and they didn't dare to look out.

The dragon rolled up and down in the clouds, as if in a hurry, and after a while, with a flick of its tail, disappeared.

Da Diao and Er Diao hurriedly packed their things and prepared to run home in the rain. At this time, there was another rumbling thunder in the sky, and Da Diao looked out, alas, my mother! The dragon returned, heading straight for the thatched hermitage.

Da Diao pulled Er Diao and quickly knelt down and kowtowed.

The dragon writhed in circles over the thatched hermitage, and suddenly, with a "snap", something fell from the sky and fell at the door of the thatched hermitage. Da Diao snatched the big iron nail from Er Diao's hand, looked at it, paused for a moment, and shouted loudly: "I understand, this dragon is going to catch the surname Ding, and the little name is called Huazi surnamed Ding!" He turned around, and lifted the stone's thin body, like a hungry eagle catching a chicken. He pushed the stone to the outside of the thatched hermitage, and shouted: "Don't trouble us, the dragon is trying to catch you, get out of here." ”

Shi Shi held the basket in one hand, grabbed the wooden pillar supporting the thatched hermitage with the other, and shouted desperately: "I don't go out, I don't want to die, I still have to go home to take care of my mother!" ”

Er Diao vigorously broke the stone's hand, and together with Da Diao, pushed the stone to the outside of the thatched hermitage, and the stone fell to the ground, covered in mud, and the basket in his hand was thrown far away.

The stone crawled in the muddy water to pick up baskets and find baked cakes, when a dazzling electric light flashed, and only a "click" was heard, and a thunderclap exploded behind him. Stone was taken aback, and when he looked back, the thatched hermitage had become a ball of fire, and in the burning thatch, there was a burnt arm.

When the dark clouds covered the sky and the thunderstorm had not yet arrived, Shishi's father wore a tattered sheet on his body and a sack under his arm, and went to pick up his son on the way to the market in Shishi. As soon as Stone's father left, the downpour poured down. Stone's mother heard that the rain was getting heavier and louder, and the broken quilt on her body was also soaked by the leaky rain from the roof, and she was very frightened, and she groped her way to the door of the house, and called out the name of the stone in a loud voice. When the thunder exploded over the watermelon field, Shi's mother was so frightened that she could see things with her eyes.

"The story is finished? Sun Tzu asked.

"That's it!" Grandpa replied.

"Grandpa, you're telling this story to promote karma, which is not the case in real life."

"Why isn't that the case? I have seen a lot of evil and good in the countryside! ”

"Grandpa, you've lived in the countryside for a long time, and you don't know much about some things in the city."

"Why don't I understand, in the city and in the countryside, people's hearts are made of flesh."

"I don't know if the hearts of the countrymen are long, but I only know that the hearts of some people in the city are made of iron."

The grandfather and grandson didn't talk a little tonight, and after another conversation, they went to bed.