Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Nanhu City Retirement Center.

Comrade Yang Shan carried his hands on his back, circled under the big locust tree, made two circles, and hit the tree with his back. There were two other people who did it with him, both talking and laughing proud.

In this yard, the old man who can circle the big locust tree twice without getting dizzy or hitting the tree without falling is worthy of pride.

At 9 o'clock, Yang Shan felt that it was okay to exercise, so he went to the cafeteria to eat slowly with the other two old men. There was a silent chat on the way.

The content of the chat is Paul Vientiane, about children and grandchildren, about national policies, and about memories of past events.

However, they talk about their children and grandchildren less now. Yang Shan has a grandson who reads only Peking University. That's it, it makes others bother to talk about this topic.

The dining halls of the retreats provide meals that are more like athletes’ meals than the sports school’s canteens. In terms of protein supply, there may be plenty of them. In the morning, there will be fish, meat, eggs, and milk.

Comrade Yang Shan's appetite is not small. He ate a bowl of porridge, drank a bowl of milk, and ate some side dishes before patted his stomach and laughed: "Who would have thought that New China has been established for more than 30 years. A few of us can eat and sleep."

"You old boy can eat and sleep. I got up at 5 o'clock this morning and couldn't sleep." The old man Cui who sat opposite him ate two pancakes in one breath, wiped his mouth, and said, "Furthermore, I like to drink millet porridge, but they won't give it."

"That's because I'm afraid that you will hurt your stomach." Yang Shan said irritably, "Where does anyone drink millet porridge four times a day."

"What's the matter? I think they are afraid that I will make them poor." Old man Cui pushed the bowl in front of him and said: "I will eat these every day, and I won't let people order food. Before liberation, you opened a shop like this. I have to starve myself to death."

In the latter sentence, he shouted to the window.

The waiter and the chef behind the window pretended not to hear, with a smirk on their faces.

The state-run restaurant outside, just like that, the clerk can fight with you for a day, but in the retreat, quarreling with the veteran cadre is the least cost-effective, no matter if you win the fight, the veteran is angry If you lose your body, the guide wants to punish you. The old cadre is not angry, and he will probably beat you up.

Good-tempered old men are common outside, not necessarily in retreats.

Yang Shan happily also shouted: "I think someone must be corrupt."

"That's right, it should be thoroughly investigated."

"Check!"

"Look carefully."

A group of people yelled for fear that the world would not be chaotic.

The cadres in the cafeteria rushed in, and after a while, they pacified everyone.

After a while, the director also came over, with a bag in his hand, and shouted with a smile: "I have received the letter, I will receive the letter after eating."

When he shouted so, the old cadres who had nothing to do immediately gathered around.

Yang Shan also moved slowly over, put on reading glasses, and searched for himself in a pile of letters.

They are all a generation accustomed to letters. They rarely use landline phones and prefer the handwriting on letters.

Yang Shan has been in the army for many years and has served as the secretary of the township party committee for several years.

"Old Yang, yours." The old man beside him did not turn his own, but found Yang Shan's, and immediately handed it to him, and then stood behind Yang Shan curiously, saying: "Hey, it's a letter from the military region." ."

Yang Shan nodded proudly and said, "Probably some old comrade in arms missed me."

As Yang Shan spoke, he turned around, sat down and read the letter by himself.

Old man Cui sat opposite him, staring at the back of the paper curiously.

Yang Shan suddenly said "Yo".

"What's the matter?" Old man Cui was more anxious than Yang Shan.

"Letter from the old battalion commander." Yang Shan raised his hand, laughed loudly, and said: "The old battalion commander remembers me. Haha, the old battalion commander's autograph letter!"

"impossible!"

"real or fake?"

"Lao Yang, you're not good enough to talk about it."

"Let me take a look."

The mess in the cafeteria became a pot of porridge.

Old man Cui said in disbelief: "Are we old? We retired after becoming a general, right? We are still busy on the second line. Where does he have time to write to you an idler?"

Yang Shan was also a little self-doubt at this time. He looked down a little while wearing reading glasses, and said confidently: "I can't be wrong. Only the old battalion commander called me a silly mountain. I also recognize his words. He saw his signature when he was a correspondent."

"Just your eyes, you can still recognize the signature, can you tell the difference between braised pork and chicken nuggets?" After all, everyone else got together.

"Don't grab it, don't grab it, I'll read it, I'll read it." Comrade Yang Shan resolved the attack into being jealous. The pride was not on his face, but drifted out, overflowing the city.

The veteran cadres in the retreat where he is located, even if they are not from the same unit, are almost all adjacent units. The "old battalion commander" is also one of the many generals who have gone out in the Nanhu area. Later, it has been Amway countless times.

"You read, you read." Old man Cui stood behind Yang Shan and put on reading glasses to help.

Yang Shan cleared his throat and said, "Listen, see, the beginning is: Comrade Yang Shan, hello."

"That's right." Old man Cui lifted his glasses frame to prove that his eyes are good.

Yang Shan also lifted his glasses frame, but with a smile on his face, he spoke in Mandarin with some local accent, and read: "It seems inappropriate to call you Shaoshan now. After all, we are all old. I heard that you are in the township chief and the township party committee. The secretary did a good job, like a soldier in our Great Lakes camp."

When Yang Shan read this, he simply stood up, looked around, and laughed happily.

There are a few people who usually like to show off with him, and now they have turned their attention away.

Yang Shan was even more excited, then coughed heavily, and said, "I'm going to continue reading."

"Read!"

The old men are dissatisfied, but still want to listen.

Yang Shan chuckled twice, lowered his head and continued to mutter slowly: "I have been paying attention to your work and growth, and I hope you can continue to work and grow in the rest of your life."

The gray-haired Yang Shan read this and nodded to himself: "I will definitely continue to work and continue to grow."

"No matter how long you grow, you will be old and scumbag." Old man Cui whispered, causing a burst of laughter.

Yang Shan ignored him, but raised a few voices, saying, "I envy you, your children's education... I heard that, the old camp commander envied my children's education!"

Yang Shan could not wait for three long roars.

He is old and lacking in temper, so he laughed three times, and said: "The old battalion leader said, our generation, the focus of life is on work, and there is less discipline for children. My son is not a good tool, so he read After high school, I joined the army and have never been on the battlefield. My daughter and son-in-law work in the South, and they don’t contribute much to the country and the people. Grandchildren also have jobs, but they still need a long time. Accumulation...I envy you..."

Yang Shan paused, and emphasized: "I'm envious for the second time."

"Yes, we also envy you." The old man couldn't help it, some signs of anger.

Yang Shan didn’t care, and was content to enjoy the surrounding atmosphere~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then he said, “I envy you very much...or the second time I envy you just now. The old battalion commander said that you have taught a good grandson, Yang Rui. Comrades adhere to principles, endure pressure, and work for the health of the people. It is worth learning from, and it is also the pride of our Dahuying."

The more Yang Shan reads, the louder his voice is. In the confined environment of the canteen, it is almost deafening.

An old man couldn't take it anymore, and he didn't want to listen to him anymore, so he turned to go out.

How could Yang Shan let him run away, the old man stood on the stool suddenly, and the director of the retreat rushed up to help him.

Yang Shan pushed the director's hand, didn't push it away, and it didn't matter. He just read aloud: "Finally, I sincerely invite you to come to Beijing @京 to participate in the National Day on October 1st if your body permits. During the celebration, there will be some old heads and old comrades in the army, we will talk together, reminisce about the past, and look forward to the future..."

The old man who was about to go out kept his ears away.

Yang Shan shouted again with the momentum of thunder: "I am going to Beijing @京了!"

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