The Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region in October was shrouded in fog. People are in a fairyland, but they feel hellish torment.

Under the sky, it is rare to get a breath of fresh air. This is the sorrow of modern civilization.

Hebei is surrounded by Beijing and Tianjin, although there are occasional gains, but it also inevitably becomes the best object of dumping.

At that time, Hebei was a subsidiary of the capital, known as Zhili, which was a direct subordination.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, you will not be too poor and you will not be too rich.

is too poor, when people look at it, even the people under the roots of the imperial city want to eat, and he has no face.

is too rich, the limelight overshadows him, and he has no face.

Look at Tianjin, although it is administratively a municipality directly under the central government, but because it is too close to Beijing, it is greatly restricted, and it is not even as good as some developed coastal cities.

Hebei Province has probably given the most policies to Tangshan. But don't forget, that was exchanged for the lives of 240,000 Tangshan people?

In that turbulent era, so many people died, wasn't it just a natural disaster? The central government vigorously supported Tangshan and rebuilt the ruined city, somewhat with guilt.

Nowadays, vigorously advocating the integration of Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei and promoting the coordinated development of Beijing's sub-center and the three northern counties is the top priority for Beijing's relief.

It's just that the power is centralized, and the localities must obey the central arrangement, not to mention, it will give some sweetness.

Everything in the world comes from cause and effect, and haze has become a big killer of urban ecology in recent years, and it is also due to the destruction of air in urban development and construction.

It's not strange to look at the congested cars on the streets every day, look at the smoky factories on the edge of the city, and look at the firecracker skins flying everywhere during the New Year's holidays.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and similarly, it causes haze all day long, and it is not an accumulation of one or two days, or even a year or two.

Among the top 10 cities with the worst air quality every year, Hebei and Beijing can occupy seven or eight seats. Beijing, as the heart of the whole country, needs to be protected and rescued, so Hebei has become the target of removal.

In winter, all kinds of environmental protection inspections will focus on Hebei, especially the three northern counties around Beijing, which makes many small and medium-sized enterprises want to cry without tears. In the face of pressure, they can only give in, close the factory, stop production and change careers.

The whole of North China fell into a haze, and people couldn't help but write a poem:

The scenery of Beijing is hazy for thousands of miles, and the dust is drifting for thousands of miles. Looking inside and outside the Third Ring Road, the dense fog is reckless, the bird's nest is up and down, and the haze is surging. The car dances with a long snake, the smoke locks the runway, and wants to get on the sixth ring to drive the car. On a sunny day, clean the inside and outside of the body.

The air is so bad that it has led countless beautiful women to wear masks. It is a pity to cover his face, put on white makeup, only show his eyes, and it is difficult to judge coquettishness. A generation of Tianjiao, CCTV pants, only to see the back seat without a waist. Dust into the lungs, there are people who don't want to die, and they also do morning exercises.

Beijing should follow the example of London, and fully implement the concept of environmental protection to prevent the occurrence of major smog.

The 1952 London Smog Incident, which shocked the world by killing more than 12,000 people from smog poisoning in just a few weeks.

Later, London introduced the "Clean Air Act" to strictly control industrial exhaust gases, and advocated environmentally friendly travel, adding subways, buses, and bicycles, and after more than 60 years of efforts, the sky of the "fog capital" was restored to the blue sky and white clouds.

In contrast, China still has a long way to go. The limited number travel now is just a drop in the bucket.

At the beginning, there were two restrictions per day, such as 1 and 6 on Monday, and 2 and 7 on Tuesday, that is, the two numbers were separated by 5.

In the blink of an eye, the Chinese Studies Society has been open for 10 days, and the number of students has increased to 120, but when the situation is very good, he issued a notice to suspend enrollment and no longer recruit students in the short term.

This measure was determined by him after careful consideration based on the current situation of the Chinese Studies Society.

First of all, the number of teachers is limited, and it is necessary to maintain a balance in the short term, and it cannot be expanded, otherwise, it will be difficult to return and the gains will outweigh the losses.

Secondly, the current popularity is just an illusion, he is not confused by the victory in front of him, he knows very well that the next step must be to convince everyone with the hard power of students, therefore, focusing on teaching is the most important.

Finally, this is a hunger marketing strategy, the more limited you are, the more people think you are important, and ask the relationship to find someone to spend more money to let the child enter the Chinese Academy.

It's like buying a house, buying up or not buying down, the higher the price, the more restricted the purchase, the more people crowd their heads and queue up to buy a house overnight.

At 11 a.m. on October 21, Zhao Yuankang organized all the faculty and staff of the Chinese Studies Society (2 senior leaders, 8 teachers, 2 security guards, 2 cleaners, and 1 cook) to hold the first meeting after the start of school in the conference room.

"Thank you for your hard work at this stage, at present, the Chinese Studies Society has been on the right track, and the teachers have gradually explored a certain amount of teaching experience, but we can not be complacent, we must be prepared for danger in times of peace, and have a sense of distress, while deepening their professional quality, we must learn more from the advanced experience of other Chinese culture lecture halls, learn from each other's strengths, and embrace all rivers, so that we can make great progress."

His remarks won the applause of all the teachers, for their start-up group, they are both teachers and students, and they still have a lot to improve.

"Next, I'm going to praise ......"

Buzzing, the vibrating of his phone on the desktop, interrupted his speech.

Turning off the phone in a meeting, or turning it into a vibrating state, is a regular etiquette that he must also follow.

He didn't look at who it was, so he slid and hung up the phone, and within 20 seconds, the phone vibrated again.

Who is so annoying! Just in time for a meeting, and still so persistent, is it really something important?

He picked up the phone, and when he looked at the number, it was fucking.

"I'm sorry, I'll answer the phone, Director Li (Li Ruoxi) you can preside."

In the Chinese Studies Society, he, Li Ruoxi, and Wang Zixiang all call each other by their surnames + positions, one is to reflect the clear distinction between public and private, and the other is to establish prestige in front of the faculty and staff, which is conducive to management.

"Mom, I'm in a meeting, what's the matter with you?" He said impatiently.

His mother usually calls him and asks him when he's coming home and how his girlfriend is talking.

It really made him feel bored and helpless, but he thought that it was not easy for his mother to pull the two brothers to adulthood, and he couldn't let her worry, so many times he reported good news but not bad news.

"Kangzi, it's not good, our house is on fire, it's miserable." His mother's voice was anxious, and there was a slight cry.

"Huh!? What's going on? Seriously, no? Are you okay with Xiaojie? He was taken aback and hurriedly asked.

"Fortunately, Xiaojie and I went to the town hospital, most of the house in the east burned down, and the west side didn't burn much, and the neighbors found out, called the police, and the fire brigade stopped. However, this house is uninhabitable, we have lived here for more than 20 years! Now it's all ruined. ”

"Mom, don't worry, it's okay if the person is fine, the house is gone, let's build it again, in this way, you go to Aunt Zhang's house for a few days, I'll go back when I'm done in a while."

He comforted his mother, his heart was a little messy, he was alone, but he never thought that his hometown was on fire, which made him a little afraid, and felt that there was a reason for it, so he decided to go home to check it out.

He returned to the conference room, made a long story short, ended the meeting as soon as possible, left Li Ruoxi and Wang Zixiang, and told about the fire in his home.

"Xiangzi, my car is limited today, drive your car in a while, come with me. Ruoxi, the matter of the Chinese Studies Society, you should worry more. ”

"Don't be too anxious, go back quickly, you can rest assured here." Li Ruoxi replied.

It is really inconvenient to limit the odd and even numbers, and you have to borrow a car from a friend when you go out to do errands, but fortunately, the tail number of their cars is a 5 or a 6, and they can be staggered how to limit the line.

Wang Zixiang returned to his hometown, his father wanted to buy him a car, he was not good at refusing, and he didn't want to rely entirely on the family, in the end, his father paid 50,000 yuan, and he borrowed 50,000 yuan to buy a white Haval H6.

He returned to his lodgings first, bringing his kit, which contained some commonly used charms, cinnabar, and mahogany swords, and did not bring a blood Rubik's Cube, but he still brought a Zhenfei Mirror just in case.

His home is located in the famous town of Shilipu, about 80 miles away from Handan, the fog is not big today, the two drove for two hours, and finally arrived at the door at more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

A smell of burnt paste came to his nose, and his mother pulled his younger brother, who was unsteady in walking, and came over crying, and after comforting him for a while, he checked the line of the burned house with Wang Zixiang.

The wires were replaced in the village last year, and there was no problem of aging, random connection, and no hidden danger of electricity.

They also searched the kitchen, bedroom, and other places for signs of gas leaks, gasoline, cloth, etc.

But there is still nothing, the source of the fire cannot be found at all, and the mother of the orphan and widow is usually kind to others, and she will not offend anyone, and she will not wait for an opportunity to take revenge.

There's only one possibility—a natural fire, with ghosts and monsters at work.