With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

"Comrade Baoshan, do you think Jin Bufan is not capable of serving as deputy director of the Transportation Department?" Qin Ruhai asked with a smile.

"No, I definitely don't have such an idea. It's just that Zuo Changzheng of the Transportation Department recommended Xue Ming, a fourth-level transporter, to be the deputy director. We are studying which of these two comrades is better." Cao Baoshan replied cautiously.

"You have been researching for half a month. The superior leaders can't wait any longer. You must give me a research result today." Qin Ruhai raised his legs and continued to apply pressure.

"No problem. I will convene a meeting with comrades in the afternoon to discuss, and I will send you the results at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." Cao Baoshan promised, patting his chest.

Qin Ruhai stared at Cao Baoshan and stood up to say goodbye after half a minute, "I will believe you again. I will wait for your research results tomorrow morning."

Cao Baoshan immediately sent him out respectfully. When he returned to the office, he immediately packed up his belongings and ran away. He locked the door behind him and rode back to his aunt's house in the countryside to escape.

Qin Ruhai came to visit again at ten o'clock the next morning, and found that Cao Baoshan had lost his temper and became furious.

At the same time, I was also very puzzled as to what ability that boy Xue Ming had that could make Cao Baoshan defend him like this.

Five days later, Xue Ming, who was sleeping at home, was awakened by a knock on the door. When he got up and opened the door, he saw a young man in cadre uniform standing outside the door.

"You are Comrade Xue Ming, I am Lin Shuhuan from the Transportation Bureau. Comrade Cao Baoshan invites you to visit his home at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." Lin Shuhuan said.

"Comrade Lin, please come into the room to talk." Xue Ming immediately realized that something big had happened, and it was estimated that Cao Baoshan had received a reply from the capital.

"No, I have to invite other people. Comrade Cao requires you to memorize this, and you must recite it very well." Lin Shuhuan took out an envelope from his briefcase.

"Comrade Cao, don't worry. I have to memorize everything even if I don't eat or sleep." Xue Ming put the envelope in his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes and stuffed it into the other person's hand.

"Then I won't disturb Comrade Xue Ming." Lin Shuhuan smiled knowingly, took his briefcase and left, peeking at the pressure well in the yard with the corner of his eye.

Xue Ming sent him away, went back to the house and took a hot bath in the space. He opened the envelope and found a questionnaire.

The first question is how Comrade Xue Ming got the inspiration to invent a new type of well killing. Below is the answer compiled by Cao Baoshan.

There are ten questions and ten answers in total. The central idea of ​​each answer is to serve the people, shine and contribute to society, and all the twists and turns will lead to politics.

Xue Ming thinks that some leaders may go to Cao's house tomorrow to visit the well-pressing operation. When the leaders ask questions, they will answer them according to the answers.

He soaked his body in hot water and tried to recite the questionnaire. He didn't know whether this was good news, let alone whether the capital paid much attention to killing wells.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, he rode to school to pick up his wife and brought her home. Zhao Xue smiled as soon as they met, "Husband, the principal gave me a task today. Tomorrow Yanyan and I will take the students to visit Uncle Cao's house. well."

"What time will it be tomorrow? Cao Baoshan just invited me to his house at eight o'clock tomorrow." Xue Ming thought this was a bit of a coincidence.

"We will also go to Uncle Cao's house at eight o'clock tomorrow. I won't come to school tomorrow. I will go to Uncle Cao's house with you." Zhao Xue said.

After returning home and finishing dinner, Xue Ming boiled a pot of hot water, closed the curtains, locked the door, and placed the bathtub behind the screen. Zhao Xue took off her clothes and sat in the basin to take a bath.

This house was still too small, and at least it was inconvenient to take a bath. Xue Ming longed for the detached courtyard and the two-story building in the family courtyard.

"Husband, come here and rub my back." Zhao Xue stuck her head out from the screen and said.

Xue Ming came to his senses and went over to serve his wife with a towel. After rubbing her back, he applied soap to her. Finally, he hugged his sweet-smelling wife to bed and did some interesting things.

After a fierce battle, both of them fell asleep. The next day, their mother woke them up for breakfast. They set off from home on bicycles at 7:30 and arrived at Cao Baoshan's house before 8:00.

A group of people were cleaning the Cao house. The four deputy directors of the Transportation Bureau came. Some were cleaning the yard and some were cleaning the windows, as if they wanted to receive a distinguished guest.

"Xiao Xue, come here and clean the glass. Xiaoxue, go cook with your Aunt Feng." Cao Baoshan, whose face was glowing, handed Xue Ming a towel.

There were four women in the kitchen preparing lunch. Zhao Xue went to the well to wash her hands and went to help.

Xue Ming followed Cao Baoshan to clean the glass, "Uncle Cao, do we want to receive distinguished guests?"

Cao Baoshan smiled brightly and said, "People's Daily will come over to visit the pressure well later. Do you think they are distinguished guests?"

"Ouch! That's too expensive!" Xue Ming looked at the well with the corner of his eye and gave Cao Baoshan a thumbs up.

"Reporters may interview you, and then you will recite the manuscript I gave you, and be sure not to talk nonsense." Cao Baoshan warned in a low voice.

Xue Ming nodded. That is the highest-level newspaper in the country. It seems that the country attaches great importance to killing wells. Does this mean that the position of deputy director of the Transportation Department is secure?

"Don't worry, kid." Cao Baoshan saw through Xue Ming's thoughts and gave him a reassuring look with a wink.

At this time, neat singing came from outside, and Dong Yanyan came with twenty students. Ten boys and ten girls were all wearing red scarves, and they were all full of energy.

"Flowers of the motherland, come join me in labor." Cao Baoshan arranged work for them with a smile.

The teacher Dong Yanyan went to do odd jobs in the kitchen, while the girls picked up garbage in the yard, not letting go of a rotten leaf or a brick.

The boys had a hard time. They were assigned to clean the toilets. Two excrement collectors came and took away the excrement. The boys used water to clean the toilets and cesspools.

Xue Ming felt that they were not here to visit the water pressure wells, but were captured to work for free, but there was light in their eyes.

At 10:30 noon, someone came to report the news, and Cao Baoshan immediately arranged for students to line up to greet him.

Dong Yanyan straightened her back and sang loudly, "We are the successors of xxism, get ready, sing!"

Neat singing sounded, and Xue Ming watched their performance quietly. This seemed to be the team song of the Young Pioneers, and he often sang it when he was a child.

Halfway through the song, a group of people walked into the door. The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a grass-green Lenin suit. There were five patches on the front of his shirt and trousers combined.

Xue Ming thought he looked familiar. He had seen him before when he went to the hospital to visit Jin Buer. He seemed to be a big leader named Qin Ruhai.

Qin Ruhai was followed by about a dozen newspaper staff, all wearing Lenin suits or Chinese tunic suits, and the clothes had more or less patches.

Cao Baoshan and other Transportation Bureau cadres accompanied them and clapped and beat the students' songs. Everyone had a gentle smile on their face, and the scene looked very warm.

"These people are all newspaper staff? Why do I think they dress like a group of beggars?" Xue Ming couldn't help but whisper.