Chapter 937: : Mango species, heavy rain

Nine years ago, Director Chang, who was about the same age as the hero Yue Fei when he was framed, had been struggling with the Drought Relief Office for more than ten years, and had just resolved the sub-division level.
Because the family is poor and the people are ugly-there is always a director Chang who loves the country, the people and the family, and the old five of the bricks.
When one person is full, the whole family is not hungry.
It was precisely this "unique" advantage that the department leader brought him when he went to the Northwest for aid activities that year.
Everyone who is young, has a family and a career, who wants to go to such a backward place in the Northwest, staying for three months?
Director Chang doesn't matter, anyway, alone, he can make his home anywhere in the world.
Besides, the 2,000 yuan travel subsidy per month is no small temptation for him.
So, Chang packed up his bags and embarked on a trip to the Northwest happily.
Later, whenever he woke up in the middle of the night and looked at the flowery wife by the pillow, there was always a strong sense of unreality.
Confirming that this is true, Chang will sigh comfortably in his heart: "That trip to the Northwest was the biggest turning point in my life."
It was during that trip to the northwest, the brick prince and the old five were always favored by God, and he was chosen by the eldest sister. It was not him who did not marry, even if he was eating chaotic vegetables.
As for how a big beauty of Director Cheng's level would take the initiative to chase him back, Chang said he didn't know.
I don't want to know, let alone ask.
Anyway, he is not the true dragon emperor who is in the folklore in the legend, or the poor and ugly one. What can Director Cheng show him?
Later, Director Cheng took the initiative to tell him why she wanted to chase him back.
After Gein went to the northwest nine years ago, he was spotted by an old monk.
The old monk and Director Cheng's grandfather are good friends.
After seeing Director Chang, the old monk showed a look of surprise, saying don't look at this person's current downfall, but in the future, he will become a Huang Tengda-Feng Hou Bai will never think about it, but he can become a powerful seventh-rank official in a county.
In other words, Lao Chang may become the head of a county or a district in the future.
A civil servant who relied on good academic performance to become a civil servant, and as a result of struggling for more than ten years in the unit, did not make a big difference, to be able to become a cadre with real power such as the mayor of the district, that is not a fad, what is it.
Therefore, the old monk confuses Director Cheng's grandfather and asks his granddaughter to chase after Mr. Chang.
In the future, Director Cheng will become the wife of an official, with both sons and daughters, so expensive.
The folks in the Northwest are generally less educated, but believe in certain traditional cultures.
Not to mention that Director Cheng is a small yellow flower of Shui Lingling.
So, after thinking about it for a long time, she finally took the initiative to extend an olive branch to Lao Chang and became Mrs. Chang very smoothly.
After always listening to his wife, Chang opened his mouth to fit a goose egg.
He has a face full of internal organs and he doesn't believe that he will be able to become soaring in the future.
However, even if he doesn't believe it, he has to pretend to believe it.
Otherwise, Shui Lingling's wife would really leave him.
Including, on New Year's Eve last year, he had to go to Heilongyu alone, burn incense and kowtow---your sister, how cold and scared?
Even now, always remembering that night, he knelt down at the highest point of Heilongyu in fear, always feeling that there was a long-haired woman in white behind him, staring at him coldly, silently sneering, inside the dark mountain stream in front , And there seemed to be a creepy feeling of a black dragon circling and dancing, and cold sweat came out of his back.
But he did not regret it.
It was because that night when he came back from Heilongyu, his fever reached 39°C, and he had been in bed after the 16th of the first month, and he received a call from the leader of the municipal organization department.
He became the director of the drought relief office.
After seeing the letter of appointment, the dreamlike old man began to strongly suspect that the leader's brain might be flooded.
Of course he would not ask if the leader's mind was flooded, just as he began to believe what his wife said.
Director Cheng's grandfather is an old monk friend, and the name is empty.
Lao Chang has a strange feeling now.
Obviously because of Master Kongkong’s prophecy, he married a beautiful wife. According to the old monk, after taking an adventure on New Year’s Eve, he became the biggest black horse among the competitors for the director of the drought relief office. Real power is right.
But why, whenever he thinks of the old monk, he feels cold in his heart and feels uncomfortable all over his body?
No one likes their future and is seen in advance by someone.
Therefore, he usually does not allow his wife to mention the old monk.
Director Cheng, after a year, never mentioned the old monk.
But at this time tonight, she admitted that she had found the old monk again.
Director Chang does not look very good, but he has a kind heart-he is very kind to his wife, works hard, and has a correct attitude towards life. At the beginning, he only wanted to realize his dream of becoming an official wife. Director Cheng.
Think of him as a heaven, a haven of happiness.
From the twelfth lunar month of last year to the present, Director Chang is in a hurry after the drought that has not happened in a century. Director Cheng is also worried.
Especially when I woke up in the middle of the night and saw that my pillow was empty and my husband was still in the work unit. After worrying about how to solve the drought in the green hills, and becoming more and more haggard, Director Cheng felt very distressed. I asked my grandfather to call Master Kongkong and ask the old monk when the drought in Qingshan will be over, and what the husband should do during the period.
"Dragon, what does it mean that the dragon is not in the abyss?"
The silly old Chang blinked his eyes and muttered.
In fact, depending on his literacy level, he can certainly understand the meaning of this sentence.
He asked his wife, it was the instinctive reaction after he woke up.
Sure enough, Director Cheng gave the exact same answer as he understood: "The dragon of Qingshan is not at home. Naturally, it will not be used to remove clouds and rain from Qingshan. Otherwise, the artificial rainfall a few days ago should be taken care of. The effect is right."
Raising his hand and rubbing his old face vigorously, Chang Chang felt a little more energetic: "Then, did he say, when will the dragon of Qingshan come home?"
"Mankind."
"Mankind?"
Lao Chang immediately picked up the phone and began to look through the calendar.
The awn species is one of the twenty-four solar terms. The annual awn species is either the fifth or sixth of the sixth month of the solar calendar.
It is just Labor Day on May 1st, and there is still more than a month to go before the mang species.
In other words, Qingshan will be dry for another month.
"If this is true, then after Long comes back, I, the director of the drought relief office, should also be laid off."
Chang smiled bitterly and put down the phone.
Although he also knew very well, God just doesn't rain, let alone a small director of the Drought Relief Office, even the biggest leader of Qingshan, there is nothing wrong.
But when the drought is getting more and more serious, someone has to be pushed out to take the responsibility for why God doesn't rain.
Without any background, I don’t know if the leader’s mind is really flooded, and he is undoubtedly the best responsible person.
When the time comes, he will have no choice but to roll the bedding.
Director Cheng's expression was also a little sad.
The temperature suddenly became bored again.
It turned out that the wind stopped.
Just a few minutes ago, in the thunderous night sky outside the window, dark clouds were slowly dissipating, and the bright moon gradually revealed half of his face.
It's clearing up.
The dozens of staff from the Drought Relief Office downstairs all stood there in a daze, looking up at the night sky, silent for a long time.
People really don't understand, the sky is overcast, why doesn't it rain?
"Why, it won't rain? Alas."
When Director Chang sighed weakly, Director Cheng suddenly remembered something: "Oh, yes. The expert also said that before Qingshanlong returns home, it is best to prepare for flood and waterlogging prevention to prevent accidents. ."
"what?"
Always suspected that there was a problem with his ears.
According to the law of nature that the extremes of things must be reversed, there will be a big flood after a severe drought, and there is still a certain market.
I believe the leaders of the above-mentioned departments will definitely take this into consideration.
But the problem is that Qingshan is currently experiencing a severe drought that has not been seen in a century. At this time, everyone is racking their brains on how to improve the drought. If the old Chang proposes to prevent flooding, it is estimated that the leader will immediately pat the table and let He got out.
"Long returns to Qingshanyuan, when the rain is pouring down, and the sun is not seen for half a month."
Director Cheng seems to know that she is engaged in some kind of superstitious activities to influence her husband's work, and her voice is even lower: "So I personally think that you must report to the leadership and do a good job in flood prevention. The Qingshan section of the Yellow River in the north of the city is muddy. It’s time to clean up. Otherwise, when the upper reaches of the rainy season arrives and the river's water soars, the threat of this above-ground river to the north bank will be unimaginable."
Lao Chang's cheeks kept bulging, and he remained silent for a long time.
"Husband, you must listen to me this time. Even if you are misunderstood by the leader and fired and go home, isn't there still me, to accompany you as the youngest one?"
Director Cheng came over, hooked his hands around Lao Chang’s neck, and began to wink like silk again: "Big deal, let’s open a small restaurant. At that time, you will be the boss and chef, and I will be the proprietress and run the hall. Little days, It’s not necessarily worse than it is now."
Opening a small restaurant is the biggest wish outside the old officialdom.
He was moved by his wife's words and rushed forward: "Okay, okay, I will listen to you. Let me solve the drought first!"
"Ah, isn't your leader coming?"
Director Cheng was frightened by the usual rude actions.
"Come on, come on ---- can I care for my wife?"
Chang Chang said domineeringly.
Domineering in front of his wife is a real man.
Lao Min thinks so too.
So when he went home drunk, Zhang Shou and his wife asked for money, and they wanted to return to an underground casino immediately. He wanted to fight to the death with those who had won him five thousand dollars. After being rejected, he grabbed the vase on the cupboard. It hit the ground hard.
Pointing to Min's mother and yelling, "Hey, why don't you give me money? Lao Tzu earned all the money from Macau. Nima's, get the money quickly!"
Mother Min bit her lip and didn't speak, but shook her head vigorously.
"Are you deliberately making Lao Tzu angry?"
Lao Min became anxious and made a move of pulling his sleeves. When he reached out to grab his wife's collar, the door of the second bedroom opened. Min Rou, who was wearing a plain nightgown and tied a ponytail with a white silk, stood. Looking at him coldly at the door.
Lao Min's arrogant arrogance in front of his wife immediately wilted like a heavy rain.
A flattering smile quickly appeared on the old face: "Xiao, Xiaorou, so you are here, at home."
After looking at her father for a full minute, Min Rou sighed: "Oh, dad, you have killed Li Nanfang and you are still not satisfied. Will you wake up after killing me and my mother? "
"Xiao Rou, see how you talk to Dad?"
Lao Min smiled awkwardly, his eyes flickering: "Besides, I didn't force Li Nanfang to save you."
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