Chapter 936: ：Long drought hope for the rain

For this kind of evildoer that even dared to threaten babies, Li Nanfang was really no way.
Only the beggar gritted his teeth, furiously, turned around and patted his and left.
Although his face was full of resentment, the fear in his heart was hidden extremely well and was not seen by Yang Yaoni.
As early as when he saw the scroll in Grey Valley of Burma, Li Nanfang had a strong premonition in his subconscious.
He and the ancient maid on the scroll seem to be a little bit inexplicably involved.
Just because of the maid's profile, she looked too much like Yue Zitong and her mother Yang Tiantian.
It's also a bit like the woman under the eight hundred startled manger.
But at that time, his feeling was not very strong, and he even quickly forgot.
Until I dreamed that dream in the ocean, I began to suspect that he was really the son of Yang Hunjun from generation to generation, the woman lying in the coffin under the startled manger, just after giving birth to his mother.
Especially when Yang Xiao said that the iron medal was his, and Li Nanfang was also his.
For some words, Li Nanfang can also judge the authenticity without having to bother to make changes.
So when Yang Xiao said that the iron medal was his, Li Nanfang believed that he was not being unreasonable.
The iron medal is very likely his.
Boss Li, who is related to iron plates and scrolls, may also belong to him----
There seems to be a mysterious relationship between Yang Xiao, an ancient lady and Boss Li.
What is the mysterious relationship?
Li Nanfang thought of the story that Yang Haojun once told him in his dream.
According to the absurd story in the dream, Yang Xiao is probably the real estate manager in Jiuyou. In order to restrain Yang Yunjun from messing around outside, he arranged for the enemy.
Only in this way can we explain why the black dragon hidden in Li Nanfang's body is so afraid of Yang Xiao.
And why Yang Xiao always said that he would tell him a secret when Li Nanfang was about to die.
"Lao Yang, for the sake of our lives and deaths and each other's destiny, you can tell Lao Tzu what is going on."
When he reached the blind spot that was invisible to the thatched house, Li Nanfang lowered his head, tapped his stomach and asked.
Maybe Lao Yang was not upset that he even dared to call himself Laozi, so he ignored him.
After asking three times in a row, without any signs of movement of the black dragon, Li Nanfang silently cursed the courageous rat generation and walked quickly into the coconut grove.
Before the person walked in, his sunny laughter had penetrated in: "Ha, ha ha. Two concubines, this king is here."
"Wow, wow."
The two concubines hadn't reacted yet, and the little prince of the king started to cry.
Real Nima's disappointment.
When Li Nanfang scolded secretly, he discovered that both concubines were asleep.
No matter how nervous a woman is, after half a night of fear, tiredness and pain, she can't stand it.
The cries of the little boy couldn't wake them up.
The sun shines through the coconut grove and spreads on the two peaceful faces of black and white peony, making him feel proud.
"Oh, Benima's crying, OK? Come, I will take you to the beach."
Li Nanfang gently took the child out of Ham's arms. For the first time, he felt that calling himself Laozi was so justified.
After the volcanic eruption, the sea water was still a bit turbid, and there were no more fish swimming in the water.
Li Nanfang hugged the child, swaying it back and forth, humming a lullaby in his mouth-"Sister Wants Brother Tears", and looking to the east, he began to long for a mirage to appear, which he wanted to see most. Arriving woman.
"It's been so long, in fact, they should forget Lao Tzu."
After laughing at himself, Li Nanfang looked down at the child again.
The child was originally malnourished and was born in seven months. It is estimated that it weighs about five catties at most. Li Nanfang held it in his arms and could hardly feel his existence.
After being hummed for a long time by him, the child fell asleep again.
When babies fall asleep, they always laugh unconsciously.
It's just that they are a bit stingy, and they don't wait for adults to see clearly, and they will reduce their smiles.
A baby's smile is the purest smile, as beautiful as a flash in the pan.
Staring at his son with a smile on his lips, Li Nanfang said after a full five minutes: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with being forgotten. We are having a very happy life now, right, bastard----No. . You are Lao Tzu’s son, and you need a loud name to be worthy of Lao Tzu’s identity. Well, let me think about it, what should you call it."
Thinking of names is one of Li Nanfang's best skills.
Ye Xiaodao has learned deeply. Every time he thinks of the eighty names Li Nanfang has given him, he has the urge to stab him to death.
Called the donkey----is the most elegant of the 80 names Li Nanfang gave Ye Xiaodao.
Li Nanfang, who named it simply by hand, had a hard time naming his son.
Frowning for almost ten minutes, he couldn't think of a good name worthy of his son.
Lee Daosheng?
Li Equator?
Or is it Li dystocia?
These names are inferior. How can the name Li Nanfang be catchy, both amiable and mighty.
"Oh, if your mother's name sounds better, I won't be embarrassed. Then, you can use our two surnames as your first name. But that fool, you must be called Ham. Han-- --Chinese?"
With an idea, Li Nanfang raised his foot and patted the water: "Let's call Li Han."
Li Han, a man surnamed Li.
This name is pretty high when others hear it.
"Yes, it's Li Han. Li Han, when you grow up, don't take your mother's old road, or I will kill you. However, those geneticists once said that the husband and wife have stronger genes. There are more children. Lao Tzu now suspects that the genes of your trafficker’s mother are stronger than those of a good citizen like me."
Just when Li Nanfang was entangled for him and Ham, who had stronger genes, dark clouds slowly rushed up over the Huaxia Qingshan.
A long-lost pouring rain seems to be finally coming to this soul-lost city.
Spring water is the soul of Qingshan.
After the Spring Festival this year, Qingshan ushered in the worst spring since the founding of the People’s Republic of China.
In the whole spring, there was no rain of more than three millimeters.
In the green hills where it doesn't rain, except for a few springs where the water source is particularly prosperous, all other springs have stopped spraying.
If there is no spring water in the green mountains, it is equivalent to no soul.
Especially with the change of seasons, after the early summer, the sun in the sky is getting brighter, and it is unceremonious to evaporate the city's many water sources.
In the Qingshan area, all wells must be closed except those necessary for irrigation of farmland.
Including those heavy industry enterprises in Qingshan, they also have to plan when using water, and can no longer waste it unscrupulously like in the past.
Shut down all the wells in the territory that can be closed to ensure that the springs are not blocked by silt due to too much drought. It was the highest leader of Qingshan. After consulting a geologist, he specifically stipulated that.
After the groundwater is no longer arbitrarily mined, the water level will not drop indefinitely.
Just wait until a heavy rain arrives, and all the springs that are about to die of thirst will immediately rejuvenate them.
But where is the heavy rain?
Will it be on this cloudy night?
The drought and flood prevention office is now brightly lit.
It must be the cause of the drought. Director Chang Qing of the Office of Drought and Flood Prevention, his lips were bubbling.
Director Chang doesn't look very good, his education level is only a junior college, and his work ability is even more--the entire drought relief office is more capable than him, and there are many people.
However, after the old director retired last year, he was originally just a team leader. The most humble director Chang was like a dark horse that turned out to be the leader. He was strongly recommended by a leader and sat on this throne.
Of course, compared with the finance, the city bureau and other major departments, the drought relief office is simply too small to be ignored.
But in any case, this is after all one of the formal departments at the municipal level.
Only by sitting in this seat can the rank of deputy office be resolved.
Work steadily for a few years, and then go about the relationship-huh, the next director of the Finance Bureau may also come from the Office of Drought and Flood Prevention.
The staff members of the Drought Relief Office have secretly rumored that Mr. Chang can become the top leader of the Drought Relief Office for two reasons.
First, Mr. Chang, who is 48 years old this year, has a beautiful 36-year-old wife.
As for Lao Chang's beautiful wife who is twelve years younger than him, what does it have to do with his ability to become the biggest dark horse and the top leader of the Drought Relief Office? You need to hear this rumor and make up for it yourself. .
Second, Director Chang's name is good.
Evergreen, evergreen, means that the green hills will remain evergreen.
No one has ever verified whether Director Chang became the top leader of the unit because of these two reasons.
However, his plump, beautiful wife, since the spring drought, has often come to fight the drought.
Every time she came, she would stay in the director's office with Lao Chang for a long time before leaving.
Every time, the door is closed.
Some people guess that they must be doing that kind of thing.
After all, every time Mrs. Chang left, her face was red and she was smiling and contented.
On the other hand, when Director Chang came out again, his legs would tremble obviously.
But even if everyone can guess what they did in the office, who can tell the truth?
The two of them are legal husbands and wives, and no one has the right to take care of them even if they always take off the big hips of the wife.
Don't forget, Lao Chang hasn't been back home once since last month, and his board and lodging are all under drought.
It is natural for his wife to come to ask for nourishment at the age of tiger and wolf.
"Yo, Xiao Han, you guys haven't got off work yet."
After hearing Jiao Didi's voice, facing the water map provided by the Water Resources Bureau, Xiao Han and the others, who were thinking hard, raised their heads.
I saw a woman wearing a black sleeveless cheongsam walking in curly.
The person here is the director's wife.
"Director Cheng, you are here."
No matter how she discussed her and Director Chang in private, Xiao Han and others were very polite when they saw her.
In fact, she is the deputy director of a certain street office, specializing in cleaners, not even a unit-level cadre.
"Come on, taste the peaches my sister bought for you, but they are sweet. As long as they break a little bit, water will leak out."
Regardless of the decline of Xiao Han and others, Director Cheng put a convenient bag of peaches on the table, said a few words that everyone worked hard overtime, and then pushed the door into Director Chang's office.
"Tonight, a piece of dry land will be moisturized again."
Looking at the dark sky outside, Xiao Han sighed, "Oh, I hope that Qingshan can also be served by Director Chang ---- Oh, no, it's good to be nourished by God. Otherwise, we will all die. "
In the office, Director Chang, who was also frowning at Shui Mai Tu, looked back and his face changed: "You, why are you here again?"
Chapter 937: The Dragon Is Not In The Abyss
"Devil, this is your wife. You have hardly gone home in the past few months. I will come to the unit to see if there is anything wrong with you?"
As Director Cheng said, he stretched out his hand to grab a corner of the cheongsam, and walked over with a curvy waist.
After putting the small insulated bucket in his left hand on the table, Director Cheng stretched out his hand to go around Director Chang’s neck, winking like a silk:
It’s like a severe drought today, and a piece of land is also smoky. It needs drought relief. Director Chang is here to moisturize."
"Go, go."
Director Chang quickly opened her hand, got up from the chair and walked around to the other side of the table, complaining: "Your land has only been watered for a few days? How can I have so much rain for you to ask for. Hurry back. Home, I heard that city leaders will come here to inspect the work tonight. If you let the leaders see you there, it’s not good—"
Director Cheng sneered and interrupted her husband's words: "Hmph, what's wrong with the leader? Although your Director Chang is the director of the Drought Relief Office, you are my husband. My husband doesn't go home for a few months. My wife can’t sleep alone, her heart is empty, and she needs a man. This is all justified. No matter how powerful the leadership is, it’s all about managing the heavens and the earth. Should we also care about whether our couple has a private life?"
"What are you talking about? Oh."
Seeing Jiao Didi’s wife leaning forward, Director Chang couldn’t bear it anymore. He stopped dodge and sighed, "You don’t know. Every time you leave, I feel that the way people look at me is quite Something's wrong. They, they must be able to guess what we did. Otherwise, your cry was too loud."
"What can I guess? What if I hear my cry?"
Director Cheng continued to sneer, and just as he was about to untie the belt for her husband, the window suddenly became white.
Then, there was a rumble of thunder.
"It's going to rain, it's going to rain!"
Director Chang was overjoyed and couldn't care about anything else. He pushed his wife away, rushed to the window, and opened the window to look outside.
It just so happened that another bolt of lightning flashed across the night sky, followed by louder thunder, rumbling.
The young people of the Drought Relief Office who were carrying out the night war had already ran to the courtyard outside downstairs, with their hands facing the sky, shouting excitedly: "Let's go down, let's go down, I want to bloom!"
The heavy rain at this time can affect whether Director Chang can continue to sit on the throne of the Drought Relief Office.
This is somewhat nonsense.
After all, Director Chang is just a person, not a god, and God has the final say if it will rain.
But this is an indisputable fact.
Therefore, Director Chang's concern about whether the heavy rain can fall tonight can even overwhelm the process director why he is not pregnant.
After deeply feeling her husband's eagerness for the heavy rain, Director Cheng couldn't continue to make a fuss. He tidied his cheongsam, walked to the window and stood shoulder to shoulder with her husband, and stretched out his right hand.
When a raindrop fell on her right hand, everyone downstairs cheered louder: "It's raining, it's raining! Oh, oh!"
"It's raining, it's finally raining."
Director Chang flushed with excitement, and his body was shaking.
Visually inspect the thickness of the clouds and the unstable wind direction. If the rain starts, it will be a downpour, as if the sky had leaked.
"This time, it shouldn't be like the previous few times. It's just that the thunder is louder and the rain drops, right?"
Director Chang murmured, turning around and just about to run out of the office, go downstairs to have fun with many of his subordinates, and pray together that God can go down the river, but listened to his wife whispered: "It's no use, this time. Still can't get down."
Although Director Chang never engages in feudal superstitions, he also cares very much about what his wife said at this time. He was quite unlucky and unlucky. He turned back and cursed in a low voice: "Smelly lady, what nonsense?"
"Really, this rain won't start, just like the previous few times."
Director Cheng didn't mind being scolded by her husband, and grabbed his arm and said seriously: "For Qingshan to rain heavy rain, it will take some time before something comes back."
"What are you putting----"
Director Chang was about to scold her, but suddenly thought of something, his face changed drastically: "You, you are looking for that old monk again!"
Director Cheng didn't speak, but nodded slightly.
Director Chang backhanded, grabbed his wife's hand, shook it vigorously, and asked urgently: "What did he say?"
"The dragon is not in the deep, so why does the heavy rain come?"
Director Cheng hesitated before uttering this sentence in a low voice.
"The dragon is not in the deep, so why does the heavy rain come?"
Director Chang murmured and repeated this sentence, and reached out a window popped up.
The night sky outside was still densely covered with clouds, lightning and thunder, and the violent wind roared, as if the sky was about to collapse on the top of the green hill.
In the mountains in the far south, there was a faint bang from time to time.
It was a joint department led by the city leader, and it was launching rockets into the sky for artificial rainfall.
Artificial rainfall is an artificial act of choosing suitable timing to spread dry ice, silver iodide, salt powder and other catalysts into the clouds according to the physical characteristics of different clouds to make the clouds rain or increase the amount of precipitation.
Several times before dark clouds covered the green mountains, Qingshan carried out a large-scale artificial rain operation, but as a result, it is said that the rain that fell, even the mineral water bottles that the members of the rainfall working group drank on the site were not satisfied.
From time to time, raindrops fell on Director Chang's hands.
He can also clearly feel the long-lost coolness, but his mood is not as happy as before.
In his ear, only the words spoken by his wife echoed.
In front of him, there was also an illusory image of a Taoist monk with fluttering white beard.
He had never seen the old monk with the name "empty".
I don't even want to admit that he can sit on the throne of the director of the Drought Relief Office today and has an inseparable relationship with Master Kongkong.
But in fact----
Slowly, Director Chang's thoughts returned to the beginning of the twelfth lunar month last year.
At the beginning of the twelfth lunar month of last year, the old director of the Office of Drought Relief was about to retire at the end of February this year, so who would succeed him and become the new director of the Office of Drought Relief has become the "national event" that Director Chang and others are most concerned about.
Regardless of the fact that the Office of the Drought Relief Office is a Qingshui government, the influence of the top leader in Qingshan is not even comparable to that of small vendors.
But in any case, the chief of the yamen is the deputy director of the arrogance.
It can barely be regarded as the bureau leader of the department directly under the municipality, and on the same level as the leaders of industry, commerce, taxation, public security, land and resources—in theory.
Therefore, if you want to solve the level problem, it is easier to be the leader of the drought relief office than in other departments directly under it.
For the gilded, the drought relief office is the best springboard for climbing upwards.
Therefore, the retirement of the old director will of course arouse the attention of all positive people and show their magical powers. They will ask people everywhere to find relationships, hoping to sit on this throne.
Napoleon said that a soldier who does not want to be a general is not a good soldier.
This sentence also applies to the officialdom of all countries in the world, and civil servants who do not want to climb up are not good civil servants.
Of course Director Chang also wants to be a good civil servant-but he knows better that he and the Director of the Drought Relief Office are far away from him.
One, there is no one above him.
Second, he is forty-eight years old this year, and he has already passed the age group of officials of this level and the young.
Third, he is not good-looking, and has an ambition to serve the country and the people. He has worked hard in the officialdom for more than 20 years, that is, he has reached a full-time career.
Four-In short, Director Chang is very clear that no matter who will compete for the director of the drought relief office, it is possible, but he alone cannot.
Since he couldn't do anything, Director Chang didn't expect him to eat this cake. Instead, he maintained a normal heart. When others are moving around, he still commutes to and from get off work every day and spends all his energy on dealing with the end of the house. Tigress.
To say that Director Cheng is a tigress is not to say that she has a fierce temper. It is to say that a woman of her age has a requirement for life, which is the age of the tiger and wolf.
Director Chang remembers very clearly that after returning home on Laba Festival last year, the wife who had returned to her family's home in a certain city in the northwest a few days ago returned home.
After the couple met, Director Cheng's first sentence was to ask him if he wanted to become the director of the drought relief office.
When Director Chang heard this, he immediately burst into laughter and said, "I want to do so. I also hope that Director Cheng, who only manages a few cleaners in a street office, will vigorously support him."
"I'm not joking with you. As long as you do what I say, the director's throne is yours!"
"You girl, go back to your hometown, you won't be contaminated with anything unclean, have a fever and talk nonsense?"
This was Director Chang's first reaction at the time, reaching out to touch his wife's forehead.
But his wife raised her hand and opened it, grabbed his collar, and said viciously: "Say, do you want to!"
Chang Chang was frightened by his wife's ferocious appearance, so he quickly said that of course he did.
But the question is, who can help him?
Could it be that there is a leader above who has taken a fancy to his wife ---- to promote him as the director of the drought relief office in exchange for it?
If that's the case, he would rather resign and be drowned in the sea than refuse the hat.
"Shit. Old lady, I thought about it."
Director Cheng blushed, pushed aside Chang, and said so and so.
She would always go to Heilongyu in the south by herself at midnight on New Year’s Eve, put a censer on the highest point, and kneel there to burn incense religiously-don’t say anything, don’t even think about it, as long as you get ugly, You can go home.
On horseback, New Year's Eve is midnight, but Qingshan is the coldest time in winter.
Especially at the highest point of a barren hill like Heilongyu in the south, after kneeling for two hours, you still can't freeze it into a popsicle?
Even if it doesn't turn into a popsicle, you have to be scared to death.
The ghost place of Heilongyu is quite famous in Qingshan.
It is a bad name.
According to ancient local legends, on the night of the full moon, people at the foot of the mountain will see the highest point, with black smoke rising, and the faint cry of women.
There are several courageous young people who have been together on a certain full moon night holding sharp weapons and bright flashlights.
As a result, they were found fainted on the mountain by their family the next day.
After waking up, even if they were killed, they would not say what they saw.
In such a fierce place, Director Cheng told Chang Chang, who was not much thicker than a pole, to go there alone on the night of New Year's Eve and bow down for an hour.
This girl, there must be a close relationship outside, and want to follow Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing to kill her husband, or just hang around together.
Seeing that Lao Chang didn't go there, and began to doubt her style, Director Cheng became anxious, stomped his foot suddenly, and shouted softly, "Old Chang, if it weren't for when you went to the northwest nine years ago, someone told me, In the future, you will do a lot in the officialdom. I will marry you with a small yellow flower when I step on the horse?"
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