Zhou Siguo saw Wu Qiang looking at him with puzzled eyes, so he smiled slightly, and seemed to be very proud: "My grandfather is not an ordinary tea liking, he can be said to be the god of tea." For as long as I can remember, my grandfather likes to drink tea, especially in winter, when he opens the black horse dung paper, takes out a few leaf-like things from it, soaks them in a bowl, takes a sip, smacks his mouth, and keeps saying: good tea. In that way, I was very satisfied and enjoyed. I'm young, and I don't know what my grandfather was drinking. When I was a little older, I knew a little bit about it, and it turned out that my grandfather was not drinking any tea, but sweet potato leaves from our hometown. Every summer, sweet potatoes grow long vine leaves, very fresh, grandpa to pinch the tip of the leaf, pinch a basket, rinse, fry in the pot, fry dry, wrap it in a bag of horse dung paper, keep it for yourself in winter.

Later, when the living conditions were slightly better, my grandfather changed to drinking flower tea. Moreover, grandpa also has a habit, that is, the black special tea bowl, which is not allowed to be touched by others. Every time he finished drinking tea, Grandpa poured the water in the tea bowl under the big tree in the yard along with the leftover tea, and never brushed it, forming a thick tea stain. Grandpa said, that's the tea mountain. When there is no tea, brew it with hot water, and the taste is still strong and heavy. Following my grandfather, I got used to drinking flower tea early. ”

"Yes, flower tea is good. In particular, northerners are accustomed to drinking flower tea. However, Da Hong Pao is also very good, semi-fermented tea, not only tastes good, mellow and sweet, rich in nutrition, and is good for the body. Wu Qiang looked at the big red robe he brought in front of him and said.

Zhou Siguo knew that Wu Qiang's words were quite reasonable, and he understood Wu Qiang's thoughts at this time, but Zhou Siguo had his own bottom line of being a man: no matter how good other people's things were, they were not their own, and they couldn't accept it. Zhou Guoguo didn't know how to answer, so he smiled slightly.

"How much is this tea?" Zhou Siguo asked suddenly. The tea was given by someone else, Wu Qiang only drank tea, and had never bought tea, so he naturally didn't know the price of this big red robe, so he didn't react for a while. After thinking for a while, Wu Qiang said: "It's not expensive, that is, more than five hundred, right?" ”

Zhou Siguo didn't say anything, smiled slightly, and thought: The tea in front of me costs at least a few thousand yuan a catty, and it is really a tea drinker who doesn't buy tea, and a tea buyer can't afford to drink tea.

Wu Qiang thought that Zhou Siguo had changed his mind and was interested in the tea he sent, so he said in a low voice: "This tea is really good." Secretary Zhou, you can try it, if you like it, I have all the tea of Secretary Zhou. ”

Zhou Siguo hurriedly waved his hand and said with a smile: "Thank you, no." Everyone has their own habits, and this habit may not be understood by others, but it can be difficult to break. ”

Faced with Zhou Siguo's refusal again, at first, Wu Qiang was a little embarrassed, but when he saw that Zhou Siguo had found a step for himself, he hurriedly said, "Yes." Every time I watch a billiards match, I am impressed by the exquisite skill of the athletes, and I feel that the impossible is possible under the player's club. The cue seemed to have become a magic wand, and the ball that was hit obediently went into the ball socket. Every time I watch an international billiards match, it's a pleasure. But there is also one thing that I don't understand: why the players are wearing tight tuxedos, and not attending dinner or singing, I feel a little indecent. Later, in one game, just as I was marveling at the high level of the players' skills, the referee ruled that the goal was invalidated. At that time, I felt at a loss, and after listening to the commentary, I realized that the reason was that the player was careless, and his clothes touched the billiards on the table, and I suddenly realized that the players were wearing tuxedos, not only to make the game more enjoyable, but more importantly, for the needs of the game. Maybe that's the rule. This reminds me of the reason why Spanish bullfighters wear gaudy tights, which is not only the need for performance, but also the self-protection of life. Wu Qiang glanced at Zhou Siguo and continued: "Maybe this is the habit that Secretary Zhou said." ”

Zhou Siguo did not follow Wu Qiang's words, but smiled and said: "That's not a habit, that's a rule." Habits are a person's long-term preferences, and rules are constraints. ”

Through a short exchange with Zhou Siguo, Wu Qiang seemed to have a further understanding of Zhou Siguo, and felt more and more that Zhou Siguo's seemingly casual words were actually the result of careful consideration. Wu Qiang reminded himself in his heart: When chatting with Zhou Siguo, you must be rigorous, and you can't talk about it anymore.

Zhou Siguo fell silent, as if thinking. After taking a sip of tea, Zhou Siguo said: "Two days ago, when I went back to my hometown to go to my grandfather's grave, I found that there was an apple orchard on the edge of the village, and the leaves were almost gone, but there were still many bright red apples hanging on the tree, like a string of red lanterns, which was very beautiful. I was amazed. Because in my impression, the more than 100 acres of apple orchards, fruit trees were planted in the early years, and due to lack of management, apples have not been hung at that time. When I got home, I asked my mother why. My mother was puzzled at first, as if my question was a little redundant. My mother told me that it was many years ago. My mother also told me that at that time, the superiors encouraged the village to develop a variety of plantings, and the village squeezed out about 100 acres of land and planted apple trees. Later, the village implemented the contract of joint production, and the apple trees in the apple orchard were distributed to the villagers. Each family has more than a dozen or dozens of trees, which are relatively scattered and cannot be formed into a scale. Originally, the planting of apple trees was the result of the intervention of the administrative order, and the villagers did not understand the management of apple trees, so the apple trees kept growing wildly, looking at a green lake in the distance and a nest of tall green grass up close. One day, a foreigner passed by and felt that such a large apple orchard was deserted, and it was a pity, so he found the village cadre and wanted to contract the orchard. The condition is that each apple tree should be handed over to the village for 50 yuan per year. As soon as the tree is calculated, there is no need to care about anything, and an acre of land receives more than 2,000 yuan a year, which is far more cost-effective than planting crops, so he agreed. What happened next made the whole village extremely puzzled. After the outsider contracted, he cut down all the trees from the roots, and more than 100 acres of land became a wasteland with white flowers, and the outsider was also reliable in speaking, and he still paid the contract fee at the end of each year. Within a few years, the situation changed dramatically, and the trees began to bear fruit, increasing exponentially every year. In addition to the contract fee, the outsiders can earn nearly 1,000 yuan per tree. At this time, the villagers woke up like a dream, felt that they had lost money, and wanted to take back the orchard. But if there was a contract, the lawsuit was brought to the county, and finally the villagers lost the lawsuit. My mother also told me that the out-of-town made at least five or six million. Listening to my mother's story, I realized that the trick of outsiders to turn soil into gold is that they know how to graft. Although I came from the countryside, I didn't know much about this grafting technique. After returning to Mashan, I checked some information and had some understanding of the basic knowledge of grafting, and I couldn't help but sigh: this grafting technology is so magical. ”

"I heard from the comrades of JW that the theoretical center group of the municipal party committee is ready to invite the garden department to talk about grafting knowledge for everyone." Wu Qiang said.

Zhou Siguo didn't seem to hear what Wu Qiang was saying, or was still immersed in the memories of the past: "This time I went home, I went to my alma mater to recall the bits and pieces that happened before I went to college. I thought, in the process of going to school or growing up in life, who has not made mistakes? I also wondered why the students taught by the same teacher ended up with such different results. I remember that when I first started working, I was mainly engaged in comprehensive writing work, and at that time it was all handwriting, and I thought that it would be great if I could print it out and revise it without handwriting, like a printing press in the future, and the articles I wrote would be beautiful. Save a lot of time for transcription, read books, and read as many books as you can read in a year. Perhaps, in a few years, I can become a university professor. But as a result, I really got a computer, and I didn't see how much more beautiful the articles were written than before, and with the Internet, I read fewer books. It seems that technology has advanced, but our brains have shrunk. ”

Hearing Zhou Siguo's emotion, Wu Qiang said casually: "Don't hide it from Secretary Zhou, I often feel the same way." I often think that the conditions are much better now than when I first started working. At that time, several people were crowded in an office, there was not even an electric fan in the summer, and before they could write a material, the sweat on their arms soaked the manuscript paper. I thought to myself, how nice it would be if one day I had a separate office with a fan. Now all this seems to have come true, a spacious office, air conditioning in the summer, heating in the winter, what work you want to do, according to the unified deployment of the city, just do it under the authority of the sub-authority. But sometimes I feel empty, year after year, I feel like the days go by so quickly, but there are very few things that can leave memories or imprints in my mind. At that time, I was working in the township, and I was sometimes excited for days when my work was affirmed by the county, or when I saw my name in the county's materials. But now I can't find the feeling I had then, and everything seems to have become numb. Wu Qiang looked at Zhou Siguo's face and said.

Zhou Siguo didn't seem to pay attention to Wu Qiang, and still pondered: "I remember when I was working in the county party committee, suddenly, one day, a township cadre came to my office and asked me when I would promote him. I was stunned at the time, the county did not discuss the promotion of cadres. I asked the township cadre why he was asking about this. The township cadre told me that he had a dream some time ago. I dreamed that I caught a lot of carp in the reservoir. After checking Zhou Gong's interpretation of the dream, he said yes, and he dreamed that the carp could be promoted recently. I was happy to come to my office. I understood what was going on, so I said to the township cadre, wait until you wake up from your dream. When the township cadre walked out of my office, he said something to himself that almost made me laugh out loud. The township cadre said: It seems that this dream is not accurate. Later, I don't know how this matter spread in the society, and the township cadres felt that they could no longer continue to work, and because they were too old, they retired early. After retiring, the township cadres contracted an abandoned kiln, sorted out the pit where the soil was taken and burned bricks, built a fishing farm, and really raised carp, which is said to be a good return. And he often tells people that even if he is given a county party secretary, he will not do it. I also think that this is also a good use of talents. ”

Wu Qiang thought it was very funny, and couldn't help laughing after hearing it. Suddenly, Wu Qiang seemed to remember something, looked at Zhou Siguo and said, "I heard that the former county magistrate Wang Liang of Shan County has resigned?" ”