Mai Ping breathed a sigh of relief. The troops finally arrived. He could finally turn the tide. He had not lost yet.

He cheered up Yang Shugen and pulled Yang Shugen: "Let's go and find the commander of the troops."

The one who came was a car regiment and an infantry regiment of the Jiangbei Garage Division. The convoy could not enter when it reached the periphery. He was stopped outside by the farmers. The soldiers did not force themselves to pass the barriers and stood quietly.

Chen Zikun also heard that the army was dispatched, so he calmly said: "Let their commander come to see me."

In a short while, a middle-aged soldier in a 58-style military uniform hurried over, took the seal to show his rank of colonel, and came close to him and stood attentively, saying, "Hello, commander, commander of the Jiangbei Military Sub-district and commander of the garrison division, Luo Xiaolou is here to report, please give me instructions."

Chen Zikun replied with a greeting and said, "Salary."

Luo Xiaolou is Qi Xiu's husband. The young martial artist in the Qi family's class had grown into a mature revolutionary soldier. It can be seen that he wisely chose neutrality in this struggle, and even slightly leaned towards Chen Zikun's side.

To be precise, he is on the side of the people,

"Commander Luo, you are here to bring the troops." Chen Zikun asked knowingly.

"Report to the leader, I am afraid that the masses will not have transportation tools, so I bring a truck to help them transport grain." Luo Xiaolou replied frankly.

Chen Zikun said: "You are here just right. Please help maintain order, don't mess up the grain warehouse and cause losses to the country's property."

"Yes." Luo Xiaolou saluted carefully.

The news came out that the People's Liberation Army was here to help us. The audience cheered again and warmly welcomed the People's Liberation Army, the militia and soldiers held hands, shoulder to shoulder, and the military and civilians were one family.

Mai Ping and Poplar Gen, who were like a stray dog ​​in the corner, were stunned. Which one was singing? The army was also bought by Chen Zikun.

"Go to the prefectural committee." Mai Ping said,

The two took off their straight Zhongshan suits, picked up a straw hat and put them on their heads as cover, squeezed out from the cracks of the people, and were so tired that they were sweating profusely. They hurried back to the prefectural committee, grabbed the phone and wanted to ask the province for help, but the phone was out of touch.

Mai Ping's ability is not enough to see in front of Chen Zikun. The post and telecommunications bureau has been mastered by the militia. All the phone calls cannot be called and telegrams cannot be sent. There are also pickets stations, bus stations, and docks, which temporarily interrupt all traffic.

"Is Chen Zikun going to rebel?" Mai Ping beat his chest and stamped his feet. He really couldn't figure out where Chen Zikun came from, and he held the masses and openly became enemies with the authorities.

Mai Ping couldn't figure it out, it was his own business, and the general public was as bright as a mirror. Chen Zikun was sent by the Party Central Committee to rescue disasters. How could he do something wrong with him?

Of course, senior cadres don’t think so. For example, Commander Luo Xiaolou, who went to, he went through an extremely fierce ideological struggle. The final result was not because he and Chen Zikun had an old age, but because he saw the power of the people. If he chose to be an enemy of the people, what would be waiting for him would be doomed.

With the help of the People's Liberation Army, the transportation pressure has been greatly reduced. The trucks of the car regiments are pulled more than mule carts. The soldiers helped the masses move the food, and they all walked happily and vigorously. The scene made people excited to cry.

The general situation was decided, and Chen Zikun gave instructions to leave half of the food for the people in the city, and take the household registration to receive it. Each family received a month of food. Thank you for your hard work, and allocated 5,000 kilograms of wheat to enrich the canteen.

Everyone is happy,

Many people have gathered around Chen Zikun, including Commander Luo Xiaolou, Militia Commander Ma Chunhua, Chen Bei, etc., as well as the leaders of the National Grain Depot. Anyway, things have been like this, so they simply followed Chen Zikun.

"Go to the Prefectural Committee." Chen Zikun said,

"What are you doing there?" Chen Bei asked,

"Take over local governments." Chen Zikun was full of energy.

"Okay." Chen Bei put a windbreaker on his father's shoulders, stood behind him with his waist on his back, which was a big deal about Guan Ping's feeling beside his husband.

A large group of people came to the old municipal building, in front of the granite building. Chen Zikun was filled with emotion. Twenty-two years ago, he led the military and civilians here to fight bloody battles and resist the Japanese invaders. There are still bullet marks on the walls that were from that year.

There was a solemn sign hanging at the gate of the prefectural committee, and there were guard soldiers standing guard. How dare the young soldiers stop these people? Not only did they not stop them, but they also had to salute them.

A group of people surrounded Chen Zikun and walked in the corridor of the prefectural committee building. The staff were frightened when they heard their footsteps and looked around. What was this? Is the revolution a failure? No, the revolution in 1949 has been successful, and who is the life of the revolution?

When he came to the office of the secretary of the prefectural committee, Chen Bei went up and swept the messy documents, ink bottles and telephones on the table to the side, and asked his father to sit down.

Chen Zikun sat down and said, "Immediately ask the heads of each unit to come here for a meeting. The Regional Public Security Department is responsible for arresting the dereliction of duty cadres, Mai Ping, Yang Shugen and others."

"Yes." Everyone took action immediately.

A serviceman from the official service class of the prefectural committee told them that Secretary Mai and Secretary Yang were still here just now, and everyone immediately searched everywhere and finally found Mai Ping and Poplar Root in a storage room.

Chen Zikun didn't see them at all, so he asked someone to detain the two of them and waited for the organization to deal with them.

After finishing all this, Chen Zikun picked up the phone and asked the Post and Telecommunications Bureau to connect to the provincial party committee.

...

Zheng Zeru's eyelids have been pounding these days, thinking that something big is going to happen. He calls Beijing every day to inquire about the incident, but he didn't expect that the incident was not in the temple, but in Jiangbei.

The secretary came in with a serious look on his face and said, "Secretary Zheng, Jiangbei special line, Chen Zikun called."

"Oh, Old Chen has arrived in Jiangbei." Zheng Zeru picked up the microphone suspiciously.

"Old Zheng, I called you at the Prefectural Committee Administrative Office. I set off a big firecracker. You are mentally prepared and don't scare you."

Zheng Zeru laughed heartily: "Old Chen, don't scare me, tell me, what's the matter."

Chen Zikun said: "I led 100,000 farmers to rebel from the Prefectural Committee, dismissed Maiping and investigated, temporarily detained, and distributed the grain in the national grain warehouse. Haha, you weren't scared, Lao Zheng, why didn't you speak?"

Zheng Zeru swallowed with difficulty. Where else did he say anything? Chen Zikun is a damn thing. How could he set firecrackers? He just set off an atomic bomb.

"Old Chen, don't take the next move. I'll set off immediately when I go over." Zheng Zeru put down the phone, grabbed his clothes and said to the secretary: "Let the Railway Bureau prepare the car, no, let the Civil Aviation Bureau prepare the plane, no, to order the air force of the Air Force, I'm going to Jiangbei."

Twenty minutes later, Zheng Zeru's special car drove to a combat readiness airport of a certain Air Force. The rotor of a green Helicopter had begun to operate. The leaders bent over and pressed their hats on board the helicopter, rose straight up to the ground, and flew towards Jiangbei.

Two hours later, Zheng Zeru arrived at Jiangbei Airport and the garrison sent a car to send the first secretary of the provincial party committee to the prefectural committee building.

"Oh, Old Chen, you made me very passive." Zheng Zeru began to complain as soon as he entered the office.

Chen Zikun seemed to be fine: "One person does things and one person does it. I can still bear this matter. I asked you to come and ask you to take the aftermath. I will go to Beijing to take the blame."

Zheng Zeru was silent for a few seconds and said, "Old Chen, what you did this time is indeed a little too much, I will try my best to make up for you."

Chen Zikun said: "The aftermath is not about wiping your butt. If you dare to accept the relief food I sent, I will arrest you too."

Zheng Zeru smiled bitterly: "I just want to accept it, but I don't have the ability."

Chen Zikun said: "Since you are here, I will step down and go home to bring my grandson."

After saying that, he actually left on his own.

"After the matter, I will leave you with my clothes and my reputation. You are so happy, I will throw the mess to me." Zheng Zeru shook his head and couldn't cry.

In the People's Auditorium not far from the Prefectural Committee Building, thousands of people are publicly criticizing Mai Ping. This is Chen Zikun's instruction and the strong demand of the masses. If this revisionist and a serious bureaucratic guy is defeated, the anger of the masses will not be extinguished.

As for Yang Shugen, he was taken back to Nantai by the members to attend a public trial meeting.

The two of them were so powerful that they could not raise their heads from now on, so they could not retaliate against the masses. Chen Zikun had a profound intention,

...

Chen Zikun came to Gaotupo Family Courtyard. The crowd surrounded him with three layers inside and three layers outside, and told him about his difficulties in life, and kept talking nonstop.

"Don't be confused, come one by one. I will bring your opinions to the central government and **." Chen Zikun was approachable, had a gentle smile, listened carefully to everyone's opinions, and concluded that it was just one thing, I couldn't eat enough,

Chen Zikun said: "The country is facing natural disasters that are rare in a thousand years. The Soviet Union collects debts and imperialist blockades. We must believe that the Party will lead everyone out of the predicament and achieve **."

Someone said: "Didn't we have achieved **?"

Chen Zikun smiled and said, "You are talking about the canteen. That is just the first stage of exploration, and it is not counted."

After finally sending the crowd, Chen Zikun can finally hold his grandson. Xiao Chen Guang is seven years old and it is almost time to go to elementary school. He is still unfamiliar with grandpa from Beijing. He timidly lay in his grandmother's arms and dare not come out.

Chen Zikun had a solution. He knew that boys of this age liked guns. He reached out and pulled out an M1911 from his waist, removed the magazine, pulled the sleeve to check that there were no bullets, and handed it to his grandson: "Do you want to play this?"

"Think." Xiao Chen Guang's eyes were stuck to the gun. Although there was no shortage of toys such as wooden guns at home, he couldn't touch the real guy.

"Call grandpa."

"grandfather."

"good."

Chen Zikun gave his grandson the empty gun to play with. Xia Xiaoqing was so angry that she shook her head: "You, you are still like this when you are old."

"How can people from the Chen family not use guns?" Chen Zikun smiled,

At night, we had a reunion dinner, and we just had a meal at home according to Ma Chunhua's intention, but Chen Zikun insisted on holding a banquet in the prefectural committee. Secretary Peng and the two guards also sat down to have a meal together. An important guest came during the meal, Zheng Zeru,

Chen Zikun said: "Something happened in Jiangbei these days. Everyone knows it. I won't say much. I will go to Beijing tomorrow. This may be the last meal we have together."

Everyone lowered their heads. They were not ordinary people. Knowing the serious consequences of doing so, Chen Zikun sacrificed his political future and only exchanged a full meal for the people of Jiangbei. This sentiment is even greater than that of the party members.

Zheng Zeru solemnly raised his glass: "Old Chen, I respect you, let's go all the way."

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