Shi Mingben, secretary of the commune, still attaches great importance to Zhou Maolin, the decisive secretary of Xianjiqiao Brigade. As soon as he saw Zhou Maolin coming, he immediately enthusiastically poured Zhou Maolin a cup of boiled water with a white enamel cup: "Maolin, I heard that the water conservancy construction in your village is in full swing, and the whole commune is the most active."

"The members are enthusiastic and have a strong revolutionary spirit. I am here today and I need Secretary Shi's help in difficulties." Zhou Maolin talked about the digging of the grave during the construction of the canal, especially emphasizing how he would resist public opinion and resolutely not engage in feudal superstitions. He rushed to the commune to blow up # medicine and explode the grave.

"Maolin, you did it right. Some of our members' ideas have not yet been removed from the feudal superstitious traditions of the past. As party members and cadres, we must not let it go. The great leader said it well and dare to fight the most resolutely with all reactionary forces. Sometimes we are not facing reactionaries, but the reactionary behavior of members. Feudal superstitious thoughts are reactionary behaviors. You will go to Director Gu later on and ask him for it. We must support the production movement of Xianjiqiao Brigade!" Shi Mingben highly praised Zhou Maolin's approach, and with a big stroke, he sent Zhou Maolin a batch of supplies.

The stonemason Zhou Heyuan took the file and dug several round holes around the grave bit by bit. Zhou Maolin asked several young people to put explosives into the round holes and pull out the fuse. A pile of straw was piled up more than a hundred meters away from the grave. Zhou Maolin personally came on stage, ignited the fuse, and immediately ran behind the straw.

Everyone around had evacuated. Zhou Maolin said to Zhou Heyuan panting and said, "Heyuan, count the sounds. You must count them clearly."

"You have to get it." Zhou Heyuan obeyed his cousin Zhou Maolin's words.

Boom boom boom boom...

After a few consecutive sounds, the sound stopped.

"Heyuan, how many times did it ring?" Zhou Maolin asked.

"5 seconds, I can hear it clearly." Zhou Heyuan said.

"5 strokes? Why did I only hear 4 strokes?" Zhou Maolin was a little confused.

"5 strokes, it must be 5 strokes, and two strokes overlap and sound." Zhou Heyuan said.

"I only heard it 4 times," said Ma Benfu.

"5 times, I must have heard it clearly. Zhou Heyuan poked his head out to look at the grave, but found that there seemed to be smoke coming from there, "Hmm?"

Before Zhou Heyuan could retract his head, a fire suddenly flashed from the other side of the grave, and a black spherical object as big as a fist became bigger and bigger in Zhou Heyuan's eyes.

All this came too quickly, with lightning and thunder. Zhou Heyuan had no time to react, so he was hit by a stone as big as a fist that flew over and fell to the ground.

"I just said that only 4 times sounded. Heyuan! What's wrong with you?" Zhou Maolin pushed Zhou Heyuan for a moment, and Zhou Heyuan's body tilted and flipped over. A huge wound on his forehead was constantly bleeding.

Zhou Heyuan's eyes were wide open and he looked very scary.

Zhou Maolin panicked: "Heyuan! Heyuan, what's wrong with you? Go and drive the tractor over and send it to the hospital!"

"Secretary Maolin, it takes more than an hour to be sent to the hospital. Is it too late? Go to Fengmeizhai and call Master Zhang! If Master Zhang can't save him, it will be useless to go to the hospital!" Zhang Fangqing said.

"Go, go and call Master Zhang!" Zhou Maolin didn't think about anything that is negative or negative at this time.

Taoist Zhang Taijin was just holding the male pheasant to respect the ancestor.

"Master, has the ancestor finished eating?" Chang Xing asked at least three times.

"Okay, OK." Zhang Taijin held the plate of male pheasant on the stove. Chang Xing directly grabbed a chicken leg with his hand and started gnawing. The oil in the chicken flowed along Chang Xing's lips to his chin, and then flowed upward from his chin to his neck.

Zhang Taijin quickly took a washcloth and wiped it clean for Chang Xing.

"Master, this pheasant is so delicious, come and eat it." Chang Xing was still very filial to Master.

"Oh, Chang Xing is so filial." Zhang Taijin only heard his disciple say a few thoughtful words, and his heart felt as if he had eaten honey, which was extremely sweet.

Chang Xing asked his master after a while: "Master, why don't you eat a chicken leg? The chicken leg has a lot of meat and it's delicious."

"Master likes to eat more bones. Although the meat is less, it is very delicious." Zhang Taijin poured a glass of rice wine and drank it alone slowly.

"So that's how it is." Chang Xing believed it was true.

Zhang Taijin put the pheasant in two bowls and prepared to leave half of it for the next day. Dinner can be solved with soup. The expensive things at home cannot be just scattered, and you have to make careful calculations when you live.

If Zhang Taijin had gone out to do a few rituals in previous years, it would have been enough to make Changxing popular and enjoy it. But now, unlike in the past, the world has changed and the rules have also changed. The previous insurance has become the current production team. When the dead people have begun to advocate memorial service, instead of doing rituals or offering sacrifices. Master Zhang’s previous business has been reduced almost to absent.

Of course, Master Zhang is a Taoist practitioner, and he can endure hardships. If he has more money, he will live less money. If he has less money, he will live less money. If he has less money, he will live without any money. But he will suffer from this little kid Changxing. It was just when he grew up, but he couldn't have a few good meals. Master Zhang felt more guilty when he became a master.

Master Zhang shook his head and took a sip of the wine. The rice wine was turbid, with a hint of bitterness in the taste, a hint of boiling pot, and a hint of sourness. The rice wine is not high in terms of the degree of rice wine, and it feels like drinking water. Water rice wine, water rice wine, isn’t it just rice wine mixed with water?

"Master Zhang, something happened to Master Zhang!"

A few big men rushed out, but before they even entered the temple, they shouted all the way and rushed into the ancestor temple in panic.

Zhang Taijin quickly stood up and looked at the bowl of pheasant meat left behind. He regretted why he didn't put it in place before.

Zhang Fangqing rushed into the ancestor temple and saw the bowl of pheasant meat first. He couldn't help swallowing, and his saliva gurgled in his throat.

"Fang Qing, what happened? He was in a panic." Zhang Taijin asked.

"Master Zhang, did you kill the chicken?" Zhang Fangqing asked clearly.

"Well, I caught a pheasant to satisfy Xingxing's cravings. You sit down and eat something." Zhang Taijin said.

Zhang Fangqing swallowed again, suddenly remembered that there was still something serious about it, and hurriedly said, "No, no. Master Zhang, please go down the mountain with me. Something happened to the brigade!"

"What happened?" Zhang Taijin asked.

"When Zhou Heyuan set off a cannon, he was hit by a stone in the head. If you want to blame this, Secretary Maolin. When he was digging a canal in the morning, he dug a grave and said, "I asked you to take a look. Secretary Maolin refused, for fear of feudal superstition becoming a negative example. Now, something happened! A big hole was smashed on his head, and I think it was probably gone." Zhang Fangqing sighed.
Chapter completed!