Qingming Festival, there is rain.

The two Ning brothers walked cautiously on the muddy road of their hometown, and the fields in their field of vision were overgrown with weeds and looked very desolate. Ning Qiushui said that all the young people in Tongjiawan have gone out to work, and only some elderly people are left at home to take care of their children, and each family only chooses a good place to grow some food to eat. Ning Zhiyuan said with a solemn expression, in the past, everyone often quarreled over the edge of the field, but now it is abandoned and no one cultivates, and the high-level proposal for rural revitalization seems to be imminent.

Climbing up the hill opposite their home, the two were already sweating profusely. Ning Qiushui said with concern, don't take off too many clothes, it's easy to get heat, you rest for a while, I'll get the sacrifice first. Ning Zhiyuan replied, okay, I'll pull the grass on the grave. He climbed up carefully, and it took him half a day to clean up, and the grave suddenly became neat and clean.

Hanging up the green, lighting paper money and incense, Ning Zhiyuan knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed three times, and said softly, Dad, are you okay in heaven? My brother and I will come back to hang green for you, burn some paper money for you to enjoy, I hope you will bless our whole family, Chong'er and Yan'er are now in kindergarten, but they can be well-behaved. Ning Qiushui lit a firecracker, and the huge explosion startled him, so he hurriedly avoided it. My father loved to play with artillery when he was alive, and he had to put a few plates every year.

After the firecrackers were set off, green smoke rose and floated on the cypress grove next to the grave, and the air was filled with the smell of ammonium phosphorus and nitrate, and there was a different fragrance. The two brothers sat on the stone bag in front of the grave and looked at the old house opposite. The old house is old and old, and it looks very old, hidden in the bamboo forest in front of the house and behind the house. The fish pond embankment in front of the house is still a mound, some of which have collapsed, and the former lush gardenia trees are gone, overgrown with weeds.

He said faintly, brother, I will be buried next to my father's grave when I die in the future. Ning Qiushui looked at him and said, what are you thinking, you are only thirty years old. He smiled, he was going to die, and the leaves fell back to the roots. Ning Qiushui said, third, find a way to harden the road in your hometown. He nodded and said, only by looking for project coverage, where can the people in the village afford to raise money to build roads. Ning Qiushui sighed, his hometown is still so poor, I heard that Xiang Jiajianwa went out to work and died, and his wife married for the second time, and Uncle Xiang and his wife were annoyed with their three grandchildren. He silently looked at the dilapidated scene in the bay, and felt a little sad in his heart. At the beginning, Secretary Zhao Kunpeng was right, as the secretary of the party committee, he could only do a good job in his own jurisdiction, and he needed to do things for the people higher and wider, so he had to stand on a higher platform. Now, if he wants to change the appearance of his hometown in Wolong Township, he is afraid that his hands are long and his sleeves are short, and he has new ideas for personal development in the future.

Hu Guyue received the call and shouted loudly, come and pick it up, I will prepare a meal and wait for the two of you immediately. He hung up the phone with a smile and said, Brother, let's go to Gu Yue's house for dinner, and go to his farm by the way. Ning Qiushui also happily agreed. The two of them slowly walked down to work, and stood in the old house yard for a long time before leaving.

After lunch, Hu Guyue took the two of them to the farm, where the lemon trees were lush all over the mountain. Ning Zhiyuan said happily that the meeting in May must be very beautiful. Hu Guyue replied, yes, we are preparing to build a farmhouse, enjoy flowers and food. Ning Qiushui said with a smile, Hu Yue has invested a lot. Hu Guyue pointed to Ning Zhiyuan and said, thanks to Yuanwa, the road and field finishing project is covered, and we are only responsible for the fruit seedlings and supporting facilities. Ning Zhiyuan said with emotion that the development of agriculture is the main road of rural development, the industry has developed, farmers have become industrial workers, and with the increase of income, prosperity is just around the corner. Hu Guyue nodded and said that the county has a lot of support and sent experts to guide it. He repeatedly told him that he must manage Lin Yuan well, it is not easy to make money, and the profits are all cut out with one hand and one foot.

He contacted Bai Ping, Secretary of the Party Committee of Wolong Township, and said with a smile, Secretary Bai, I will come to your territory today to take a walk, and the lemon industrial park will open my eyes. Bai Ping was surprised, are you back to your hometown? Why don't you contact, no matter what, I have to ask you, a well-known person who went out of Wolong Township, to do the friendship of a landlord. He laughed and said, "I've washed my brother." Bai Ping invited, get together in the evening, you have to agree to come down no matter what. He replied, I will definitely bother you next time I come back, but the lemon orchard was made by my classmate Hu Guyue, so you should take care of it and support it. Bai Ping smiled and replied, That's our baby, don't worry.

Smiled and put down the phone, and said to Hu Guyue, there are a lot of agricultural industrialization support policies that have been introduced, and you have to grasp the information through various channels, and go to the competent departments in the county, such as the Agricultural Bureau, the Commerce Bureau, the Agricultural Development Office, etc., to continue to grow bigger and stronger. Hu Guyue nodded and said, I need to ask you to coordinate in the future, and I will call you.

On the way back to the city, Ning Zhiyuan has been thinking about the development of the agricultural industry in Xinglong Town, especially the development of the western area, which needs to build strong rural infrastructure, increase land circulation, and introduce companies to engage in intensive planting. He called Zhou Guangbing, deputy mayor in charge of agriculture, and asked him to draft an inspection plan for the development of agricultural industrialization as soon as possible, and organized the secretaries of the village branches of the town to go to Shiqiao Town and Wolong Township Agricultural Industry Base to open their eyes.

Yun Shi called to ask if he had returned to the city after hanging up. He said, just come back, strive for you and Yu Yan to come back next year, especially to let the baby form a Qingming ancestor consciousness. Yun Shi replied, her daughter is still young. He replied with a smile, this has to be grasped from a young age.

It was raining outside the window. He lit a cigarette, and the smoke was thick with longing.