On May 16, Zhu Jianguo, deputy secretary of the provincial party committee, set up a banquet at home.

As the deputy secretary in charge of the organization, generally speaking, he rarely holds family banquets and spends too much time outside to socialize. Being able to make time to eat at home is a luxury. Whenever he has the opportunity, he likes to eat quietly, talk to his lover, and then go to the study to read a book for a while.

Secondly, there are too many people asking him to do things. If he makes a quit easily, it will be difficult for his family to calm down. Therefore, he refused to talk about things at home. Many senior leaders have been silent. Over the past few years, the Lingxi officialdom has figured out his habits, and few people come to his home to talk about things.

Today is Zhu Jianguo's birthday. He invited his old friend Meng Houshi and Yang Senlin's family.

Three lesbians were busy in the kitchen, discussing their family matters.

There was a strong smell of chicken soup in the house. This was a pheasant selected by Yang Senlin from Shangqinglin. It was personally sent to Shazhou by Su Ming, secretary of the Party Committee of Qinglin Town. There is a very well-protected forest in Shangqinglin Wangri Village. There are many pheasants in it. The air-dried pheasant is an excellent dish. Gao Zhiyuan, director of the National People's Congress, especially likes to dry pheasant.

Using fresh pheasants to make soup is more fragrant and fresh than ordinary native chickens.

The Zhu family balcony is a rare type of platform, with more than 20 square meters and two pots of bamboo planted in the corner. Zhu Jianguo and Meng Houshi were burying their heads, staring at the black and white Go. They were of the same level and had not decided the winner for decades. Yang Senlin did not help, moved a small stool and sat aside to watch the game quietly.

When the smell of chicken soup came out of the kitchen, Zhu Jianguo had already gained the upper hand. Meng Houshi's face had already had a lot of wrinkles, but he saw that he was unable to turn the world around. He twisted the Sichuan-shaped patterns on his forehead together, but refused to admit defeat.

Yang Senlin added water to Zhu Jianguo's purple clay pot and said, "Uncle Meng, this game is over. I have already admitted defeat earlier and I can still get the next game."

When he arrived at home, Zhu Jianguo had no official airs. He held the purple clay pot in one hand and sucked it in a delicious way to the spout. While drinking, he also beat the lap with his other hand.

Meng Houshi refused to admit defeat and was still thinking hard.

Zhu Jianguo's lover came into the house with sausages and said to the man on the balcony: "Masters, big and small. Come and help."

Yang Senlin hurried out and asked, "Auntie Liu, what am I going to help?"

Aunt Liu is a professor at Lingxi University. Although she was wearing an apron, her bookish atmosphere could not be blocked by oil smoke. She nodded and said with a smile: "What are you helping me? Please help me to eliminate this table of dishes."

She put the sausage on the table and began to announce the discipline loudly: "I will be allowed to have a glass of wine tonight. This is a family dinner. There is really no need to drink so much alcohol, which will make the already overwhelmed liver worse."

When everyone sat down, they blew the candles at Yang Senlin's suggestion, and everyone said something to celebrate their birthday, poured red wine, and drank it slowly.

When he was drinking his face hot, Meng Houshi said with great emotion: "Time flies so fast, decades have passed in the blink of an eye. Looking back, many things are like dreams. Especially the crazy things during the Cultural Revolution, I often feel that this is not something that has happened in real life."

Although the Cultural Revolution has passed twenty years, its traces are deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone here and become an indelible memory.

Yang Senlin used to be a Red Little Soldier. Although he had never rebelled or confiscated his house, he had watched the fun that year. His father died tragically in the midst of a military fight. When he mentioned the past of the Cultural Revolution, his expression became a little dim.

Meng Houshi's wife complained, "Lao Meng, why are you nervous? Suddenly, you said this, eat vegetables and drink, don't make things difficult for everyone."

Zhu Jianguodao: "When dealing with history, we must look at it dialectically. The emergence, development and final demise of the Cultural Revolution were actually a comprehensive manifestation of the social environment at that time. To a certain extent, without the Cultural Revolution, there would be no subsequent reform and opening up. History cannot be assumed. We must face up to history and use history as a mirror so that we can do our current work well."

Zhu Jianguo is a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee and deputy secretary. He is looking at the problem from the height of Lingxi Province. His realm is naturally different. Although it is a family dinner, everyone present thinks that he said it very naturally and does not feel awkward.

Mrs. Meng Houshi had the deepest relationship with Yang Senlin. Seeing that Yang Senlin was in a low mood, she took the initiative to pick a topic and said: "Professor Liu, have neither brothers Jianyi nor Jianqiang come back?"

Professor Liu shook his head and said, "Jianyi has been the vice president in Beijing. He is busy every day. Not to mention going back to Lingxi, his wife called and said that he usually regards his home in Beijing as a hotel in Dao." Although she was complaining, she felt that she could not hide her pride in her tone.

"Jianqiang hasn't come back this year's Spring Festival?"

Professor Liu said: "Jianqiang is studying for a Ph.D. There are Chinese and Indians in his laboratory. Everyone is not convinced by each other. Jianqiang's temperament is not willing to lose to Indians. He stays in the laboratory every day." She said: "You are like Zhou Changquan, the son of Zhou Changquan, is in the same school as Jianqiang. His major is different. Jianqiang said that Dazhou's grades are also very good."

Yang Senlin also heard that Zhou Changquan's eldest son was studying abroad, but he didn't expect that he was in the same school as Zhu Jianguo's son. He said, "I really envy these young people. I didn't have such an opportunity at that time. If I had gone abroad to study, I would have returned from overseas when I came back."

Yang Senlin said in a very concealed manner. Zhu Jianguo was in charge of the provincial party committee organization work and read countless people. How could he not hear the implicit meaning? Just now he thought of his colleague who died in the fight, so he asked specifically: "Forest, what have you gained after being the county magistrate for two years?"

Before coming, Yang Senlin had done his homework and talked happily: "I remember that since the Western Zhou Dynasty, our country has been based on counties as the grassroots system. The governments of all dynasties have experienced many changes in the organizational form and official system of the central government. The three Dukes of Han, the six ministries of the Tang Dynasty, the two prefectures and counties have basically not changed. Although it is a socialist system now, it is not much different. In addition to major functions such as diplomacy and military, the functions of county-level governments cover all aspects of society."

Zhu Jianguo did not expect Yang Senlin to suddenly fall off his book bag and said with interest: "I haven't seen each other for three days, and I look at him with admiration. Forest has made considerable progress in the past two years."

Yang Senlin said sincerely: "I thought of the provincial party committee coming to work, and Uncle Zhu asked me to go to the county. I was still a little confused. In the past two years, I have been the deputy secretary of the county party committee who was in charge of the work. At that time, I was dedicated to the county party committee secretary, but I didn't think of it. I became a county magistrate, and I also felt a lot. These are things that I couldn't learn in major institutions."

After hearing this, Zhu Jianguo was very happy and said, "That's right. When you wanted to be the county party secretary, Lao Meng also mentioned this to me, but I just didn't speak. This makes sense. Jade cannot be made without grinding. Similarly, people cannot be made without grinding. The forest has been going smoothly, so that you can grind it at the grassroots level to go further. Our generation will sooner or later withdraw from the stage of history. You must be prepared to take the lead."

Speaking of this, Zhu Jianguo refused to say more, and everyone only talked about family affairs, not political affairs.

Of course, Yang Senlin was in a state of great excitement. It was the first time he had heard Uncle Zhu Jianguo say such words in his eyes that a golden avenue seemed to have appeared in his eyes.

After dinner, Yang Senlin drove the car himself. He and Meng Houshi and others were about to return to Shazhou. When the car passed by the provincial party school, Meng Houshi, who was watching the scenery casually, suddenly saw a familiar figure. He blurted out: "Isn't that Hou Weidong?"

Yang Senlin quickly glanced at the corner of his eyes and said, "Hou Weidong is studying for a graduate student at the Party School. Today is Saturday, so there should be classes."

At this time, the car had already driven by the party school gate. Meng Houshi turned his head and kept looking at Hou Weidong who was getting smaller. He turned around until he couldn't see clearly and said thoughtfully: "Hou Weidong, this person is not simple. I asked Yi Yang's cadre. He had no background. His first position was the deputy mayor or he came over. He followed Zhu Yan and now followed Zhou Changquan. He is a very serious person. Forest, you have been his leader. What do you think of this person?"

Yang Senlin thought for a while and said, "Hou Weidong is really a little skilled. Zhu Yan, Ji Haihai, and Zhou Chang all regard him as their direct subordinates, and it is okay to do practical things." During the period when Yi Yang was working, Hou Weidong was the director of the new management committee. His attitude towards Yang Senlin has always been in business, both from far and near. At this time, Yang Senlin thought of Hou Weidong and felt that his appearance and voice were blurred, as if wrapped in a layer of fog, which made people not see clearly.

Meng Houshi said: "What do you think is the most reliable statement about Zhou Changquan?"

Yang Senlin said: "I don't know if Uncle Zhu knows it? I originally wanted to ask, but I didn't find a chance."

"Theoretically, Zhou Changquan should not be the secretary of the municipal party committee anymore, but who can tell the matter clearly now? Zhou Changquan's city is very deep and must not be underestimated. Liu Bing has a background and ability, and is now at a loss."

Yang Senlin nodded and said, "I will pay attention to the right measure."

Hou Weidong also saw the car from the Shazhou government office, but he was too concerned, so he stopped the taxi and drove towards the community where Li Jing lived. He actually drove the Blue Bird. In order to be foolproof, he placed the Blue Bird Bird in the Party School and took a taxi to meet Li Jing.

Just like an underground party, when he arrived at the community, Hou Weidong looked back several times, then entered the community gate, and when he arrived at home, Li Jing started talking and said, "Husband, the clown is so ugly."

Since the clown cuckold, Li Jing always called Hou Weidong "husband". Hou Weidong also acknowledged this title and did not correct it, but in his heart he still felt half sweet and half bitter.

"This is just the clown's pronunciation inadvertently, not speaking, it's too early to speak."

Hou Weidong tried his best to be objective, but Li Jing refused to follow and said, "Even though he was talking, I heard the clown call her mother."

Hou Weidong was helpless about Li Jing's stubbornness in this regard, and he also understood that whenever the clown held Hou Weidong's finger with his little hand, the father and son were connected with each other, which made him feel strange: "This is my son!"
Chapter completed!