Chapter 59: Pity the Old Man

At this time, Bao Xiaofei asked the forest ranger to come over and said to Zhao Changfeng: "Mayor Zhao, next door is the kitchen. I'll let them set fire. You can dry your clothes."

Zhao Changfeng led Chen Xinren and Bao Xiaofei to the next door with the forest ranger, moved a wooden mattress and sat in front of the stove, smoked the wet clothes on his body.

By seven and a half, the rain finally stopped. Zhao Changfeng and his three men's clothes had already been dried. He walked out the door and a bright moon hung in the sky. The silver-white moonlight shone down through the sparse clouds, setting off the water droplets hanging on the leaves and wild grass stems like pearls.

There was water everywhere on the ground, stepping on it, mixing with dead branches and leaves, making a sizzling sound of water.

The driver helped Mr. Sun and walked out. Mr. Sun was yelling to go down the mountain. The forest ranger next to him said with courage, "This heavy rain is probably going to cause mountain torrents." Besides, it's dark, so it's not safe to go down the mountain."

Zhao Changfeng glanced at Bao Xiaofei, and Bao Xiaofei immediately understood it. He asked the forest ranger to take a flashlight and go downstairs to explore the way downstairs. If the mountain road was not blocked by mountain torrents, then everyone would go down the mountain together. Otherwise, there would be more than a dozen people and three small houses, how could they live in at night?

Bao Xiaofei, Zhu Guanghui and a forest ranger took a flashlight and walked down the mountain. The mountain road that had rained was very slippery. Fortunately, there was a bright moon in the sky. They were holding the flashlight in their hands and walked carefully, but they did not encounter any trouble.

He turned a corner with the cliff, and was about to reach the place where Qingmei Cliff Carvings were in the front, and the sound of water roaring came from the front, like thunder. Bao Xiaofei quickly accelerated his pace to the front and saw that the gentle stream passing through the middle of the mountain road turned into an angry dragon, roaring there. Bao Xiaofei reached out to take the flashlight from the forest ranger and shone it on the water. After he saw it clearly, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. It turned out that the stream was only five or six meters wide, but now it was more than thirty meters wide, rushing the entire mountain road into two pieces. The rumbling water flow was like a monster, mixed with branches, trunks and rocks, and roared downstream.

"This is the only way?" Bao Xiaofei turned his head and asked the forest ranger.

"There is another one," said the forest ranger. "Although there is no mountain torrent, it is more dangerous than this road. There is no way to walk at night. You have to wait after dawn."

At this time, Bao Xiaofei's cell phone rang, it was the driver Lao Zhang's phone number.

"Chief Bao, how are you and Mayor Zhao?" Old Zhang said anxiously, "Why can't you contact me all the time?"

"There is no signal on the top of the mountain." Bao Xiaofei said, "There is only a signal on the middle of the mountain. It seems that we can't go down anymore, and the mountain torrent has broken the road."

After hearing this, Lao Zhang became even more worried. He asked nervously: "Would I contact the Dongjiang County Party Committee and ask Dongjiang County to send someone up the mountain overnight?"

Bao Xiaofei looked at Shuishi and said, "Don't contact me first, wait until I go back and report to the boss to see what Mayor Zhao's opinion is."

When he returned to the forest farm, Bao Xiaofei reported the situation to Zhao Changfeng, and Zhao Changfeng began to ponder. When he was baking clothes just now, he had already figured out the situation of the forest farm. There were three forest rangers and three small houses. One was a kitchen, one was a living room and forest farm office, and the other was a bedroom. There were two beds in the bedroom. Usually, they were resting alone in the office, and the other two were resting in the bedroom.

Now there are thirteen forest rangers on the mountain. Although the three small houses are a little crowded, there is no problem with making do with it. The food reserves in the kitchen are also rich, and there is no problem with thirteen people eating for a day or two.

"Xiao Bao, now you go and tell Lao Zhang and ask the Dongjiang County Party Committee to make preparations first and wait for our phone number tomorrow morning. If the mountain torrent has not yet retreated, they will bring people here." Zhao Changfeng said.

"Okay, I'll go there right away!" Bao Xiaofei responded, took the ranger's flashlight and went to the hillside to make a phone call.

Zhao Changfeng asked the forest ranger to cook quickly. Then he went over to report the situation to Mr. Sun. Mr. Sun had already heard the news from Zhu Guanghui and knew that he would go down the mountain tonight. Although he didn't want to pay attention to Zhao Changfeng, he did not object to Zhao Changfeng's arrangements.

More than forty minutes later, Bao Xiaofei came back and the forest ranger was ready to prepare the food. Although it was just a little simple meal, everyone was so hungry that they tasted extremely sweet. It felt no worse than eating seafood in a five-star hotel.

After dinner, I looked at the time. It was already ten o'clock in the evening. After all, Mr. Sun was old and kept yawning. So Zhao Changfeng began to arrange the room. Mr. Sun and his driver slept in the bedroom. The rest were divided into two groups, five went to the kitchen to rest, and the other six were crowded in the "reception room" of the forest farm.

Mr. Sun's driver waved his hands repeatedly and refused to accept this arrangement. It turned out that he had serious snoring problems and slept in the same bedroom as Mr. Sun, afraid of affecting Mr. Sun's sleep.

If Zhao Changfeng didn't go, the driver didn't go, who else dared to go? Zhao Changfeng looked at the narrow room. If he didn't go, there wouldn't be enough for everyone to sit on the ground and rest against the wall. There was no way. Although he knew that Mr. Sun hated him, he still went into the bedroom with his teeth.

The small bedroom was dim and wet. After two small wooden beds, the room was filled with a full size, leaving only one meter wide space. When Zhao Changfeng walked in, Mr. Sun was already lying on the bed, facing the wall, making a low and even snoring sound. Yes, no matter how good Mr. Sun was in physical condition, he was almost seventy years old. He must be tired after all tossing for such a day.

Zhao Changfeng thought, slowly lay on the bed, reached out and pulled the towel and quilt to cover it, then poked his head up, blew out the candle on the table, and then went to the pillow, and immediately entered his dream - he was exhausted too.

Just as he was sleeping in a daze, Zhao Changfeng was suddenly awakened by a crackling sound. He opened his eyes and looked at the moonlight coming from outside the window. Old Sun was slapped at his body. Zhao Changfeng was wondering, and suddenly felt itchy on his body. His thinking was slightly aware of itching, and his palm had subconsciously slapped his thigh.

Mosquito, damn mosquito! Mr. Sun must be slapping the mosquitoes too.

Zhao Changfeng quickly took out the lighter and lit the candle on the table. Sure enough, Mr. Sun was slapping the mosquitoes somewhere. Zhao Changfeng looked at his body and found that his thighs had been scratched half red at some point. He thought he was scratching unknowingly in his sleep. Looking at Mr. Sun again, there were only two or three red bumps on his body. I think Mr. Sun woke up early and kept hitting mosquitoes, but he was not bitten much.

Zhao Changfeng turned over and got out of bed, opened the bedroom door, but saw Bao Xiaofei standing outside, holding a small bottle of erection in his hand.

"Boss," Bao Xiaofei whispered: "I want to send it to you, but I'm afraid that I will wake up Mr. Sun."

"If you ask again, are there any mosquito coils?" Zhao Changfeng reached out to take the wind oil essence, and didn't bother to apply it to him, so he turned around and walked in. Bao Xiaofei chased after him and said, "No, the forest ranger said that they lived in the mountains all day and were used to being bitten by mosquitoes!"

Damn, I only heard that too many lice will not itch, and I have never heard that too many mosquitoes will not itch.

Zhao Changfeng was so anxious that he couldn't help but curse a swear word in his heart. He took the erectile slutty spirit to Old Sun, handed the erectile slutty spirit over, and said to Old Sun softly: "Old Sun, this is the erectile slutty spirit. If you apply some on your body, it won't be itchy!"

Old Sun flashed his body back so hard that he didn't bother to kill mosquitoes. He waved his hand and said to Zhao Changfeng as if he was driving away something terrible: "Take it away quickly, I'm allergic to camphor oil! I can't breathe when I smell this smell!"

Alas, I really got to catch up, this trick! Zhao Changfeng smiled bitterly. Old Sun was allergic to Fengliu, so he couldn't even wipe it on his body. He turned around and went out, and Bao Xiaofei was still standing there. Zhao Changfeng stuffed Fengliu into Bao Xiaofei's hand and said to Bao Xiaofei: "Okay, go back to sleep, don't worry about me!"

"boss……"

"Okay, go to bed, did you hear it?" Zhao Changfeng's face was sunk, and Bao Xiaofei left hesitantly. In fact, he had already heard from Mr. Sun's driver that Mr. Sun was allergic to feng glutinous acid, but he still insisted on sending the feng glutinous acid to Zhao Changfeng. Mr. Sun was allergic to him and he must ensure that the boss should not be bitten by mosquitoes. But now...

Zhao Changfeng returned to the bedroom, grabbed the pillowcase, waved it in the room, and tried his best to drive out the mosquitoes. Not to mention, this move was somewhat effective. The mosquitoes in the room suddenly became much less, and even the buzzing sound became much smaller.

Zhao Changfeng turned his head and looked at Old Sun, his face was tired, one yawn and the other yawn, tears flowed out from the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel soft inside. He for a moment, he forgot about the two of them's conflicts on the new Haidong line. Old Sun in his eyes was just a pitiful tired old man.

"Old Mr. Sun, you have wrapped your order and only exposed your eyes so that the mosquitoes will not bite you."

Mr. Sun was tired and sleepy at this time. He no longer refused Zhao Changfeng's kindness. He reached out to lift the order under him and wrapped himself. Zhao Changfeng helped tuck the corners on the side. Mr. Sun finally wrapped himself tightly, with only his eyes and nose exposed.

This trick really worked, and the mosquitoes were helpless to Mr. Sun. Unconsciously, Mr. Sun was lying there and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, Mr. Sun got up and urinated. He was confused and saw Zhao Changfeng sitting straight on the bed opposite, motionless, as if he was corpse. Old Sun was startled. He lit a candle and looked carefully. He saw that Zhao Changfeng was wearing a pair of boxer underwear, and his face, chest, lower abdomen, arms, and thighs were covered with black dots of sesame size. Old Sun held the candle and looked carefully for a long time before he realized that the black dots of sesame size of Zhao Changfeng were all mosquitoes that sucked their stomachs full. They drank blood and were too lazy to move.
Chapter completed!