mayfly era

Of course something big happened.

And fermented into a vigorous movement in a short period of time.

Marshal Wen of the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs announced the formula of the comprehensive nutrition pill to the outside world through the channel of the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs, naming the poisonous ingredients of the pill and the extremely cheap materials.

The inspection report on toxicity is a professional report written in the communication language throughout the whole process, and few people can fully understand it—Marshal Wen claimed that he would attach a report in his native language later.

But anyone can understand the content of the material and feel disgusting—comprehensive nutritional pills, no matter what kind of functional formula, use a large number of highly reproductive animals similar to cockroaches, and algae and moss plants called pollutants .

What makes people even more outraged is that there is a line of slogans on the packaging bags of the pills - "Comprehensive nutritional pills, matching your body."

This sentence was quickly fermented into identity ridicule, causing an uproar in the country.

If the paper cigarette movement is a dull fart suffocated in the old era, then it is recorded as the "white bag movement" sweeping through the central city, which is the earth-shattering thunderstorm before the opening of the new era.

For a time, the entire central city was covered in white bags of comprehensive nutritional pills, and every place where garbage should be piled up was filled with these frosted translucent bags.

From the slums to the white-collar areas to the rich areas, the frosty white, the pale sky, the bag of pills... the winter in the central city is full of these.

Cong Shanqin was furious, and called the counter-reformer to his mansion, the apricot-colored courtyard early in the morning.

Fan Ge looked at Cong Shanqin's blood-red eyes, and he felt very happy, but he couldn't be happy yet, all this has just begun.

"You know what I'm going to say." Cong Shanqin sat on the stone statue in the courtyard with a gloomy expression.

Fan Ge frowned slightly, "Is the formula really real?"

Cong Shanqin remained silent, he turned his cane, and every breath was extraordinarily forceful, the aging skin was stretched by the accelerated blood, making him look a little younger.

"What are you going to do?" Reverse asked again.

"I want Wen Xingzhi and Chen Que to die."

Fan Ge couldn't help laughing, and he shook his head, "The new commander of the military administration department and the general of the military department, Marshal Cong, even if it's me, it won't be overnight if I want to kill these two people."

"I know, you can start planning from now on." Cong Shanqin's tone was unexpectedly forgiving, not as aggressive as before, "There are also super seeds, have you found them yet?"

"This is a bit of a clue. Wen Liuzhi sent several express mails to her father before his death, using the Bird system." Fan Ge said.

"I wish the first thing I saw when I came out was that—"

As soon as Cong Shanqin finished speaking, the mansion's AI welcome system rang.

The conversation between the two was interrupted.

The man in black outside the door is the second bureau to ask Cong Shanqin to investigate the suspected financial fraud of the comprehensive nutritional pills and the murder of Wen Liuzhi. The combination of multiple suspects made his interrogation last as long as one week plus four days.

Even though Cong Shanqin and the Director of the Second Bureau Lu Feiyu were old acquaintances, Lu Feiyu did not dare to be contemptuous of such a major event that caused a storm in the country.

Moreover, everyone knows that if Cong Shanqin is not the marshal of the military department, then he is just an old man.No one would curry favor with an old man.

They will elect a new old man or old lady, surround him to the top, become his henchmen, and be protected by him.

Before leaving, Cong Shanqin held Fange's hand tightly, and said sincerely and anxiously, "Fange, I trust you, you must protect everything about me."

Counter-revolutionary nodded, seeing that Cong Shanqin still had concerns in his eyes, he looked into Cong Shanqin's eyes, and said in a flat tone, "I will fulfill all the obligations of a marshal secretary-general, and we will talk about remuneration when you come back."

The worries in Cong Shanqin's eyes dispelled a little.

He picked up his cane, and a man in black politely took it away, saying that he would hold it for him.

Cong Shanqin did not fly into a rage as others thought, but straightened his clothes, held his head high, and boarded a black car surrounded by men in black and "patrollers".

It seemed that what he was going to was not the interrogation room, but the battlefield where he said one thing.

After watching Cong Shanqin leave, Fan Ge bent down and picked up a small piece of plastic from the artificial grass, which fell out of Cong Shanqin's coat pocket.

He and Cong Shanqin had been talking in the courtyard before—because Cong Shanqin had expressly implied that the rebels were not qualified to enter Cong Shanqin's mansion.

And this small piece of plastic was dropped by Cong Shanqin on purpose, and it was left for him.

Fan Ge thought to himself, "Old man, this is something you use to save your life... You know, it's not just about the pills."

He rubbed the plastic piece back and forth a few times, and put it in his pocket.

Then the counter-reform strode towards Cong Shanqin's mansion, and Cong Shanqin forbade him to enter?He will have to try to find out.

Walking to the door, the main controller popped up an interface for scanning the face. After extracting the anti-revolutionary data, the door popped open.

Rebel entered the door and strolled through all the rooms.

Cong Shanqin's mansion is luxuriously decorated but empty, the smell of disinfectant is everywhere, and his Yingying and Yanyan don't know where they all slipped away.

But Cong Shanqin has power and money, so maybe he has a different love nest with every Yingyan.

Counter-revolutionary walks and smokes all the way, without any scruples that this is the "home" of his current immediate boss.He walked all the way to the end of the first floor of the mansion, entered the elevator, went upstairs for a stroll, and finally went down to the second floor.

The second floor of the basement is full of the smell of disinfectant, and it is a completely different world from the glory above. The corridor is dark, and there are closed empty cages on both sides.

Counter-revolutionary quickly found the only living person in the mansion besides him.

This living person was imprisoned in iron bars. Fange remembered that the last time he saw him, he was still sitting naked at Cong Shanqin's feet, like a lonely pet.

He is still like a pet now.

Curled up in a corner of the room, with his hands hanging by his feet, wearing a thin robe, with a dull expression.

"Hello." Fan Ge greeted him standing outside the iron fence.

"Hello." The man's voice was as thin as a teenager's, very polite.

"Do you want to go out?" Fan Ge knocked on the iron railing.

"I want to..." The man's dry and white lips squirmed for a while before he made a sound, "I want a mobile phone, I want... to know what's going on outside."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and looked at the counter-revolutionary with a begging look.

"Is the reader available?" Fan Ge took out a small piece of paper from his pocket, "I can read the news, surf the Internet, and have some children's literature I like."

The man nodded timidly.

Counter Leather slid the reader in through the gap, "Don't you want to come out for a walk?"

The man took the reader, held it in his hand like a treasure, and shook his head quickly, "I won't go out, I'm afraid."

Counter-revolution nodded, "Then you can just stay there, if I have time, I will come to see you again, young master."

The man's eyes widened in amazement, like a bird frightened by the human world, he shrank uncontrollably.

"You still look a bit like him. I've seen images of Marshal Cong when he was young."

Counter-revolution raised his hand at the man, turned around and left Cong Shanqin's mansion without saying anything.

***

t was woken up early in the morning.

He pushed open the window and poked his head out to see if it was the pair of gods who had the strength to quarrel so early in the morning.

I saw a woman struggling to drag another woman towards the garbage dump. The one being dragged was holding something in her arms, which looked bulging.

The two women were arguing and scrambling beside the garbage dump, and their screams were enough to wake up the entire Xiangrong Lane.

They were arguing too excitedly, as if they were both drunk, almost talking nonsense at the top of their voices, T only understood what one was going to throw away and what the other was going to keep.

After another life-and-death fight, the "to be thrown" pushed the "to be kept" into the garbage dump with people and things in a moment of excitement.

"The ones to keep" lay in the trash and wailed loudly, and the "throwing ones" couldn't hold back and stood beside them and started crying...

t closed the windows.

After all, there are farces every day, and it’s nothing new for people to die anywhere in the slums, and it’s nothing to cry and roll around in the garbage dump... He should continue to catch up on sleep.

After waking up again, T looked out of the window, seeing white bags all over his eyes, he was a little surprised, wondering if the poison from these pharmaceutical companies finally killed people?

After inquiring with his neighbors, he found out that the formula of the comprehensive nutrition pill had been made public.

The neighbor's face was full of anger mixed with worry, and his expression looked a little funny, "You said I won't mutate, will I become a cockroach?"

T said casually, "Aren't you stronger then?"

The neighbor sighed, "I'm even lower."

"I left beforehand." T bid farewell to the neighbor and slipped downstairs quickly.

Carrying a small bag, T stepped on the white bag all the way, and the pills inside were crushed and made the sound of creaking and grinding.

T couldn't help but worry about the anti-skid pattern on his soles.He didn't want to make a big somersault in the ice and snow.

This kind of matte-textured small bag looks fine on its own, but when stacked together, it presents a dazzling pale white.

All the way along the way, the eyes are full of this kind of pale white, which makes people feel nervous.

t take the subway, the trash can in the subway is also this kind of small white bag, stuffed full, like a bouquet of sacrifices for someone.

He felt the blood vessels above his eyes throbbing, rubbed his forehead, and simply closed his eyes and stopped looking.

The subway is so cold that ice shards can fall from the walls of the car. From time to time, I drink a few sips of the cold wind coming in from the plastic sheeting. Recently, because the weather is too cold, the subway management office has finally started to repair the windows, but it is still in the Cover the stage with a windscreen.

After getting off the subway, T breathed a sigh of relief, the dirt alley was still yellow and hadn't been invaded by white bags.

The caucasian woman at the entrance of the alley was still tying dried flowers in the store, and saw him showing a gentle smile.

"Sister Fangzi!" T waved at her.

"The teacher is waiting for you." Fangzi smiled and handed out a plate of white and chubby sticky cakes, "The teacher said that he would bake it with you."

"Okay, thank you sister Fangzi." T smiled and took the sticky cake.

Holding the plate, he rashly ran into the depths of the dirt alley, and when he approached the old woman's house, he slowed down and stopped pretending to be a silly young man.

In fact, he is in a very bad mood today, his whole body is tense, and he feels that his skin is about to split. He has retreated countless times in his heart, saying to himself "don't come", "wait until next time".

But in the end he still came, he was afraid that such an opportunity would only come once in a lifetime.

He knew that he was going to come to Dirt Alley today to "coincide" something important to him.

What Feng Shui masters are best at is not calculating others, but calculating themselves.

Push others backwards by calculating your own fate, or avoid risks.

T took a long time to calculate himself, but only vaguely deduced that something important to him will happen today

He didn't tell the old woman that he would come today, and the old woman didn't ask him to come, but she had already prepared sticky cakes for him.

T pushed open the heavy wooden door, and heard the crackling sound of firewood burning inside. He sneaked in sideways, put down the sticky cake in his hand, and said with a smile, "Teacher, open flames are not allowed in the central city now. How are you?" How dare you."

Seeing this, the old woman put her finger on her lips and made a fierce expression, "If you dare to tell the truth, I will stuff you into the fireplace and bake you into small biscuits."

T hurriedly raised his hands in a panic, "I don't dare, I don't dare, this is too scary."

"Bring over the rice cakes."

The old lady adjusted the fireplace and sat by the stove to cook. Her back with rounded shoulders looked very gentle and kind.

Still very peaceful, as if all mundane things had nothing to do with her.

It also makes people feel majestic, and the majesty that has penetrated for more than 100 years is overwhelming.

T walked over and sat down too, and the old woman taught him to stick sticky cakes with long sticks and put them in the fireplace to bake.

The old and the young each took a long metal skewer to "fish" the sticky cake and baked it on the fire. After a while, the sweet smell filled the whole room.

The fat sticky cake swelled to twice its original size under the flame, and suddenly burst open, releasing a richer fragrance.

"It smells so good." T laughed, a dimple appeared on his left cheek.

"It's delicious, our Fangzi is a master at making rice cakes, and she kneaded sweet-scented osmanthus and lily pollen in it." The old woman raised her nose proudly.

"Are you ready to eat?" T took back the stick and couldn't wait to take a bite of the chubby millet cake. The moment his fingertips touched the skin, he grinned and cried out, "It's so hot!"

The old woman laughed so hard that she also retracted the stick, took a few breaths cautiously, and then took a small bite out of the crispy skin with her teeth. A gust of hot air came out, and she also exclaimed, "It's so hot!"

The old and the young were all defeated by the rice cake, and they couldn't help but looked at each other and smiled.

After adapting to the scalding temperature, the two of them grilled and ate around the fireplace. T gradually relaxed, his stomach was filled with warm and solid food, and a smile appeared on his face frozen hard by the severe winter.

"It's nice to see you smile, baby." The old woman rubbed T's head with the back of her hand.

"Teacher, I should be the worst student you have ever taught." The expression on T's face was not regret, but a kind of cuteness with a bit of coquettishness and flamboyance.

"That's right, I've never seen you so stupid." The old woman agreed while chewing on the rice cake.

"It's like me when an ordinary person strays into the world of Superman." T "huhu" blew the heat from the rice cake, his tone was indifferent.

"It's nothing bad. Ordinary people understand society and the world better." The old woman said.

There was the last piece of rice cake left on the plate, and the two immediately gave in.

"Teacher, if I bake it for you, I should show my filial piety." T said with a smile.

The old woman patted his hand away, "What is filial piety, do I use you? You are only 19 years old this year. Eat more. When will you grow taller? It's really worrying."

T still snatched rice cakes and baked them for the old woman. While turning the stick, he asked the old woman cautiously, "Teacher, do you have any children?"

"Here are all my children." The old woman held her chin and looked at the fire. She didn't know whether it was the fire from the fireplace or the sparkle in her eyes looking at the rice cake.

"Honey, is there any?"

"Darling, what counts as dear?" The old woman's tone was a little dazed.

"biological."

"Oh, I thought it was close..." The old woman suddenly said "Ouch", "I'm confused, you idiot, I'm confused!"

T quickly turned his face and said with a smile, "You don't want to eat it, I just like to eat glutinous rice."

"...Little villain, stupid and bad! Still sticky teeth!" The old woman poked T's cheek with a sticky rice-stained finger angrily.

T stretched out the baked rice cakes to the old woman, "Teacher, I was wrong, I have to apologize for this."

The old lady snorted, as if she was not moved by the delicious food, T coaxed and persuaded her for a long time before she was willing to accept T's "apologetic gift".

After the old woman finished eating the rice cakes, she said to T slowly, "Honey, I used to have a child..."

"But I treat him far better than I treat you students."

"Why?" T asked puzzled.

"When you have a biological child and have some skills, you will understand." When the old woman said this, it seemed as if she let out a long sigh.

"Either he becomes a weapon to continue your ambition, or a tool to consolidate your power."

T shook his head, "Why would he listen to you? If it were me, I would run far, far away."

The old woman patted T's head again, "Because he is also very smart and knows that obeying me is the best choice."

At this moment, there was a hasty knock on the door, and a woman's voice came in from outside, "Mr. Minzhe, Mr. Minzhe, are you there? May I come in?"

Her voice was obviously pleasant, but her tone sounded unusually harsh.

T trembled all over, and the strong nausea and dizziness made him almost fall into the burning fireplace.

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感谢在2022-01-1013:55:21~2022-01-1614:40:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Calculus: D2;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Iron Root, 1 Forest Fawn;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Calculus: D5 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!