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It has been several years since the Municipal Cultural Bureau became what it is now. It is not what it is, but it just loves to quarrel. According to their own words, it is called poor quarrel. But not everyone likes to be noisy. It is often the quarrels between Zhong Guangjing, the webmaster of the cultural market management station, and Liu Lixin, the chief of the group literature section, that cause others to quarrel. Qinghe City is a county-level city. It is an area with old, young, marginalized and poor people. The economy is underdeveloped and the financial situation is tighter than other places. The salary is often paid from one month to the next, let alone other benefits. Those units that have the conditions will give full play to their own advantages, which is called making up for the deficiencies within the dike. The Municipal Cultural Bureau is engaged in the construction of spiritual civilization. There are no hard targets for the following, so people don't need to come to your door, and the Cultural Bureau becomes a Qingshui Yamen.

The blue stone that people sat on was called the Queen's Stone, and the story attached to the Queen's Stone became real. It is said that a long time ago, one of the emperor's beloved concubines passed by the ancient post road. I don't know whether the empress came from the north or returned from the south. Anyway, she sat on this blue stone. It is said that she sat on this blue stone, facing the water pool below. The water pool was as clear as a mirror, reflecting her face that was shy of the flowers and the moon. The stream also laughed for it, and the birds sang for it. So this blue stone was called Niangniang Stone, and the mountain stream below was also called Qingxi.

Du Zhongquan squatted under the table and vomited. He had not finished vomiting out his stomach full of wine, but also wanted to vomit out the bitter bile and his heart, liver and five internal organs. Du Zhongquan cursed himself while vomiting, I, Du Zhongquan, am a pig and a dog, but I just want him, Zhang Tai'an, to go to the county and give me some money to open the tunnel in Backdraft. Isn't it just that I want the two villagers groups in Backwash to have a good way out of the mountain, and not climb the narrow and steep stone wall path when they get out of the mountain? I would drink as many drinks as Zhang Taian asked me to drink. He would drink even when he was drunk, and he would drink even after he vomited. What Zhang Taian said at the wine table was not fart. When he sobered up, he refused to admit anything. He said he didn't promise to get me money, so I'd throw a stone at the sky. My fingers were digging into my throat, and my stomach was still churning, which made me feel extremely upset.

In the 1960s, hybrid rice had not yet been developed. The rice planted in rural areas was still a few varieties such as Bai Gu Magu that had been passed down from ancestors. The yield was low, it was difficult to maintain, and it was prone to diseases and insect pests. If the fertilizer was too little, the seedlings would not grow, and if too much fertilizer was applied, the seedlings would fall down. Jiepo Brigade (at that time, townships were not called townships, they were called people's communes, and villages were not called villages, but production brigades). It was the most remote brigade in Jieping Commune, and it was also the poorest brigade in Jieping Commune. After the grain collection tasks were handed over every year, there was not much left. People only used melons and vegetables to fill their stomachs, and they never had a good meal all year round. The commune leaders were very anxious, the commune members were hungry, and they were not living a good life. That spring, the leaders of the commune sent a team to guide spring planting and brought the spirit of the instructions from above: plant evenly and densely, and plant three to three inches.

Most of the small towns in the south have something in common, they are surrounded by mountains and rivers. The mountains are winding and evergreen all year round. Especially in spring, flowers bloom everywhere, like a big garland on the heads of small towns. The water flows naturally, like a light streamer floating out from the mountains. After stopping for a while next to the small town, it wraps a ribbon around the neck of the small town. Small towns and small towns have become more and more beautiful. Tangping is such a small town, with a permanent population of less than 10,000. Adding in the floating population, the number is just over 10,000. There is a mountain behind Tangping, called Jiming Mountain. As the name suggests, from a distance, the mountain looks like a crowing rooster. There is a river in front of Tangping named Yihe.

Wang Xiaowen, office secretary of the County Agriculture Bureau, and Liu Chaoqian, chief of the Science and Technology Section of the County Science and Technology Association, are used to rushing to work at work and have the habit of getting up early. They have been working in Lipo Village for seven or eight months. They usually get up at around six o'clock. After getting up, they have nothing to do, so they go for a walk outside the village. Lipo Village is relatively remote from the county and township. There is only a simple road leading to the township government. Since the three-eye bridge over Chestnut Creek has not yet been completed, cars entering and exiting the village have to run on the creek beach for a while. But this place has beautiful mountains and clear waters and fresh air. They walked along the cement canal at the entrance of the village and passed the rice fields in front of the village. Not far away, they saw an almost-completed branch canal winding around the mountain pass. Wu Jincai, the village party secretary, sat alone in front of the newly built branch canal and smoked dry cigarettes silently. The two walked over and greeted Wu Zhishu.

We gathered around a table to fry gold flowers. At that time, there were seven or eight people participating in the room. Some of them lost all their money and were staring at it. I had three kings in my hand, and I was secretly happy, thinking that I would win a little more this time. Everyone who participated later gave up, leaving only Zhang Heizi and me. There was already a pile of money on the table. I was lucky and had won more than 20,000 yuan at that time. I pledged all my money, thirty thousand. I think Zhang Heizi must compare my cards and double them. He comes up with 60,000. I was sure he would read it, but I didn't expect him not to. Zhang Heizi is really good at pretending. He hesitated, twirled the cards in his hand, looked unconfident, and asked the person next to him if he would follow? The people nearby watched the fun and started yelling, "Come on, let's play a bigger game and see which one can take away the money."

This novel takes anti-drug as the theme and the broad social real life as the background. It tells a touching story of anti-drug guards fighting to the death with international drug gangs with their blood and sweat. The plot of the story is confusing and full of suspense. The picturesque Chunli City is suddenly shrouded in a poisonous fog. The number of drug addicts skyrockets and drug rehabilitation centers are overcrowded. Moreover, drugs continue to flow out of Chunli City to other places. Two generations of anti-drug heroes join forces to hunt down drug addicts. However, the case is often revealed, and soon the clues are unraveled... The work is profound and thought-provoking. It is a masterpiece that combines ideological, artistic and readability.

Amid the tearing and pain of changing fates, they once again performed the great song of life. Interpreting a poignant and eternal love story, they use their lives to create an enterprising spirit that never gives up. They are the backbone and backbone of the Republic. They are a group of ordinary gold miners...

Tan Da kept the door of his office open and smoked one cigarette after another. Suddenly, he noticed a trace of light leaking in from the thick smoke, and then heard the sound of light footsteps. After that, a figure came to the desk. Later, two hardcover soft strips of Furong Wang cigarettes were placed on the desk. Tan Da didn't raise his head, but he knew who the visitor was, and he felt a sense of disgust in his heart. He said coldly: "Are you here again?" "Try this cigarette, a new product." The visitor paused and said with a smile, "I haven't even opened my mouth to say anything, but you put your face on it." Get up." Tan Da said, "You should come here less often." "If there's nothing important, I won't come." The visitor later said, "That's a big project worth two hundred million dollars."

Everyone within a hundred miles of Lijiaping Township knows that there is a bulging-eyed boy in Lijiaping Village. Because of his fame, people actually forgot his surname and name. Men and women, old and young, all called him Guyanzi. The name Drum-Eyed Cub comes from his bulging eyes. His eyes were a bit bulging. The eyeballs were like two sheep eggs, protruding outside the eye pits. If you wanted to cover the eyeballs with your eyelids, you had to blink hard. People say that after a person reaches a certain age, his eyeballs will be sunken inward, and the eye sockets are like paulownia ball pits, but bulging eyes are not. For an old man in his sixties, the two eyeballs are not sunken, but seem to bulge outward. It is said that the eyes of a bulging-eyed cub are not bulging when they emerge from his mother's belly.

It tells the story of Kutenghe Township, Xi'an County, Xiling City, where a river blocks the way out, making transportation inconvenient and farmers living in poverty. The ancestors of Kutenghe Township have been looking forward to building a bridge over the Kuteng River for generations. But the main leaders of Kutenghe Township pocketed the farmers' hard-earned money for bridge construction. In order to carry out performance projects, the newly arrived secretary of the township party committee was transferred back to the county seat as soon as possible and once again raised funds to build the bridge, which caused a serious conflict between the farmers and the township government, leading to a catastrophe; the farmers gathered in crowds to smash the township government, the secretary of the county discipline inspection commission was almost murdered, and the body of a beautiful girl was violently killed... Shocking facts one after another forced the farmers of Kutenghe Township to unite and fight against the evil forces one after another...