Chapter 196: Huang Qishan

Huang Qishan actually didn't invite us to a restaurant, but set up a honeycomb coal stove himself, put an iron pot on it, filled with wax pig's feet, wax mountain chicken, a small table next to the pot, several huge plates on the small table, piled with wax sausage, monkey head mushrooms and a mountain vegetable I couldn't name. The room was full of mist and fragrant.

The County Party Committee assigned him a small suite. The two-bedroom and one-living room house was messed up by him, clothes were everywhere, and a pair of shoes covered in mud were placed on the shoe rack at the entrance. One look and you could tell it was a place lacking a hostess.

"Yao family three-pot hot pot, just learned it, the taste is very good." Huang Qishan pulled me to the side of the pot with a smile, stirring in the pot with a pair of chopsticks, but the fire was prosperous and the soup was boiling, and the delicious food was floating.

"I didn't expect you to have this hand." I sighed, pulled a stool and sat down, immediately surrounded by warmth.

The three of us sat around the fire, each pouring wine into the cup. To eat Yao family hot pot, you must drink strong wine.

The wine was Yuntou Daqu. Huang Qishan dragged a box from under the table, changed the cup into a bowl, and said that eating such good things should be like a heroic outlaw, drinking big bowls of wine and eating big pieces of meat.

He encouraged me to use chopsticks first, saying that the pot bottom was specially begged from a family, and the pot bottom had a history of thousands of years. So today is not eating hot pot, but eating culture.

Since the land requisition, Huang Qishan had not stayed in the county for a day. Every day he traveled through the country roads, found people related to each family, took out the notice of the County Party Committee, and talked earnestly. By the end of the land requisition, it was easy to demolish a house, but it was harder than ascending to heaven to move other people's ancestral graves.

Country people pay attention to Feng Shui. Moving ancestral graves is destroying the dragon vein. If the dragon vein is broken, the descendants will not say that they will be promoted, even if they want to live smoothly, they dare not guarantee it. Therefore, the resistance encountered cannot be explained in one or two sentences.

Huang Qishan saw that things were getting harder and harder to do, so he thought of a way. First, he touched the bottom, who had a few ancestral graves, and reported them one by one. After touching the bottom, there will always be a few ownerless graves. Huang Qishan started to move from the ownerless graves, invited a Feng Shui master, chose a place with good Feng Shui, planted the new grave with green pines and cypresses, and symbolically planted some flowers and plants.

After moving for three days, the original ownerless graves suddenly had owners. Huang Qishan understood that it was just for the one thousand yuan subsidy for moving graves. He played stupid, but had one requirement. Since the graves all had owners, they had to follow the rules of moving graves. Otherwise, they would still follow the original bottom-touching routine.

The villagers actually knew that their arms could not twist their thighs. The reason why they took out the theory of Feng Shui dragon vein was just to raise the price of moving graves. Since every family found one or two ownerless graves, anyway, it was just a matter of burning a handful of paper money, so it was fine to take more.

As a result, Huang Qishan, a secretary of the County Youth League Committee, wandered in the wilderness every day, looking at piles of white bones every day. At first, he secretly hid on the side and vomited dizzy, but later he saw white bones, just like seeing a dry piece of firewood, and he had no feeling anymore.

Huang Qishan made a few people along the way, and those who could speak in the township, even compared to the village branch secretary, their influence was much greater. Country people are simple and honest. As long as you recognize a person, you can give up your own life to help you.

For example, this pot of Yao family three-pot today was sent by an old man in Yuetang Village.

After a bowl of wine, Huang Qishan didn't change his face, still smiling and knocking on the edge of the pot with chopsticks, picking up a piece of pig's trotters from the pot, holding it with his hand, and biting it full of oil.

After biting the pig's trotters, Huang Qishan wiped his hands and said: "Chen Feng, since it is eating culture today, we have to do some cultural work, otherwise we are sorry for this culture."

I smiled and said: "You do your culture, I eat my hot pot. Eating a hot pot, you have to make so many tricks, Secretary Huang, you are really a capable person now."

Huang Qishan waved his hand and stared: "Don't talk nonsense. I am not a capable person. Compared to you Chen Feng, I am not even a root of hair. There are thousands of people in Yuetang Village, everyone says good things about you Chen Feng, and no one says that I, Huang Qishan, is a good person."

I looked at him inexplicably and asked suspiciously: "Yuetang Village is not the territory of Suxi Township, I don't know anyone, how can I say good things about me?"

"Aren't you going to build a mineral water factory? The people in Yuetang Village are all waiting to be workers. Mud-legged people for a lifetime, suddenly want to become workers, who has such great ability, of course, they have to say good things about you." Huang Qishan narrowed his eyes and sipped wine with infinite enjoyment.

I became uneasy. This matter hasn't even been written yet. It seems that Qian Youyu has already spread the theory in the village.

"Secretary Huang, some rumors are not credible," I said, pushing He Jiaxiao beside me: "Jiaxiao, toast Secretary Huang."

He Jiaxiao didn't say a few words since he entered the room, and I didn't explain his identity clearly.

Huang Qishan picked up the bowl first, found Jiaxiao's cup and touched it: "What is your surname?"

He Jiaxiao replied: "My surname is He."

Huang Qishan looked at me suspiciously and asked: "He is not Secretary He's child, right?"

I nodded with a smile. Huang Qishan seemed to be shocked, hurriedly straightened his body, looked at the pot of messy dishes, and blamed me: "Chen Feng, why didn't you say it earlier? It's so embarrassing to treat Little He like this."

He Jiaxiao laughed generously and said: "Secretary Huang, you are brothers with my brother, so you are my brother. You are my brother's superior again. This is good, it shows intimacy."

Huang Qishan became more and more uneasy, stood up and said: "Let's go out to eat now."

"It's good like this, Qishan, really. Eating outside doesn't necessarily mean eating comfortably. Eating like this, we are eating culture," I joked: "How do I see you have a motherly mentality."

After clarifying He Jiaxiao's identity, Huang Qishan was much more careful when speaking.

"Chen Feng, do you know Old Zhu's situation?"

"Zhu Shizhen?"

"Yes, who else but him."

"What's wrong?"

"I heard he is paralyzed," Huang Qishan sighed heavily: "Old Zhu, his life is really bad."

"What does this have to do with life?" I asked suspiciously.

"Think about it, Old Zhu worked in the township for a lifetime, didn't become a township head, changed to a city job, didn't get a hair in a year, but ended up with hemiplegia, and still has a punishment on his body."

"The case is closed?"

"The Standing Committee held a meeting, the opinion is not to transfer, party punishment. Double opening."

"Is it that serious?"

"If you don't want to lose the pawn, how can you keep the handsome?" Huang Qishan said deeply: "Of course, it also left a way for Old Zhu. He has a daughter, named Zhu Hua Yu, the county arranged for her to work in the Youth League Committee, which is considered to have helped Old Zhu."

"Working in your hands," I laughed: "I know Zhu Hua Yu, a little beauty."

Huang Qishan said helplessly: "I really don't know what to arrange for her to do. Low education, no establishment, it's okay now, when Secretary Guan retires, what should I do about this? Is it hanging people, neither dead nor alive?"

"This has nothing to do with you," I comforted him, and turned to He Jiaxiao: "Jiaxiao, toast your brother Huang again."

This time Huang Qishan stood up in panic, saying in his mouth: "I toast, I toast."

The three of them drank a glass and sat down. I tentatively asked Huang Qishan: "County Magistrate Liu asked about me?"

"Asked twice. I thought you were locked in the County Guest House. You kid ran to Hengyue City to be free. You are sorry for your brother, harming me to worry about you every day."

Huang Qishan beat me, and it hurt so much that my face was hideous.

"Did you say anything?"

"It seems to be asking about your water factory. Now you are going to build a water factory, it is full of wind and rain."

"How could this be?"

"The people in Yuetang Village came to petition, demanding that the land requisition money be taken back without a cent. Secretary Guan refuses, there is no solution yet."

"What is Secretary Guan's purpose in withholding this money?" I asked suspiciously.

"God knows," Huang Qishan spread his hands: "Secretary Guan cards above, and townships card below. It is very difficult for the common people to get money."

I remained silent.

"It is your Suxi Township, Guo Wei also thought of a way, he engaged in a three-three system, and it is making a noise," Huang Qishan beat his waist: "Anyway, I don't care about this matter, it is all handed over to the County Party Committee. It has nothing to do with me."

"You are the person in charge of land requisition and demolition."

"Fake, working," he sighed heavily: "I am just a chess piece, after completing the mission, I should die of old age." He laughed loudly, and the sound was mixed with helpless sadness. ===== CHAPTER 197 =====