"You child, why are you so disobedient!" Taoist Lin angrily scolded in the cold wind of laogua mountain.


    "Master, i..." Lin Yun lowered his head and kicked the residual snow on the ground. "I want to go down the mountain with you."


    "It''s important for master to take elder martial brothers down the mountain." Taoist Lin took Lin Yun''s hand and said, "have you memorized all the articles taught by old Mr. Chu?"


    "I can recite it all!" Lin Yun raised his head and said proudly, "old Mr. Chu said that if I didn''t recite it, you wouldn''t take me down the mountain, so I recited it all night."


    "..." Taoist Lin glanced at the special needs ward at the foot of the mountain and felt full of malice.


    Chu Boxiong, what the hell!


    Can''t you look at the children at home? Lin Yun had to go down the mountain with him.


    "Shifu, I''m afraid you''re not here." Lin Yun whispered.


    Taoist Lin''s heart softened, sighed and said, "you can''t complain down the mountain."


    "No!"


    "Wear a mask."


    "Well, I''m ready." Lin Yun took out a mask and put it on himself clumsily.


    Taoist Lin did not insist. He was almost doting on the children. He would agree as long as it was not a matter of principle.


    Forget it, it''s like going down the mountain to experience. Taoist Lin found a reason for himself.


    There are not enough people these days. When Aunt Feng of the neighborhood committee came to seal the mountain, Taoist Lin talked with them for a long time. Taoist Lin decided to go down the mountain to help.


    It''s cold and cold. It''s also helpful to stay at home and brush short videos, but Taoist Lin always feels that he doesn''t dare to order anything. I''m sorry, little martial uncle.


    Little martial uncle went directly to the front line with all his accumulated belongings for the first time. He could live in the mountain, but he always lacked something.


    Since he decided to go down the mountain as a volunteer, Taoist Lin felt refreshed.


    The staff at the foot of the mountain is tight, and some things are difficult to do.


    The most grass-roots management depends on the grumpy village Party Secretary and the nagging aunt of the neighborhood committee. Taoist Lin thinks he can help with his reputation accumulated over the years.


    Who are you?


    Lin Xianchang!


    No matter what the villager saw, he had to tremble first?!


    His disciples were divided into several groups. Taoist Lin told them not to quarrel with others, but they should also abide by the rules.


    Thinking of those rules, Taoist Lin was also a little confused. This is to keep everyone at home, motionless rhythm.


    This kind of thing fell on the whole country. Taoist Lin felt his scalp numb when he thought about it.


    No wonder little martial uncle had such a big reaction at that time. He sat in front of the stone tablet in the back mountain all night. The snow dyed his head white.


    This is a national disaster. Taoist Lin has his own judgment after a short period of confusion.


    Leading Xiaolin down the mountain, the foot of the mountain seems to have changed into a heaven and earth.


    One banner after another was pulled by the roadside, with four big words on it - to overcome difficulties.


    There are few cars, which is not what Taoist Lin remembered. But the road is cleaned well, as in previous years.


    Go ahead and pass the first village at the foot of the mountain.


    The entrances and exits of the village have been blocked with snow and soil. There is barbed wire outside. Taoist Lin is in a trance. It''s a wartime state. It''s really a wartime state. It''s more realistic than the picture of beating zombies in the film.


    But this time it''s a virus, an invisible enemy.


    There is a banner at the entrance and exit of the village - remember to wear a mask when you go out, otherwise you will light mahjong.


    Taoist Lin was stunned.


    This slogan is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even those who no longer want to wear masks may put on masks for a good color.


    The work at the grass-roots level is quite complicated. A hundred slogans to overcome difficulties are not as real as playing mahjong.


    A table was set at the entrance and exit of the village. People in military coats and old-fashioned dog skin hats sat in the cold wind and guarded the door of the village.


    There was a big trumpet on the table. The man put his hands in his sleeves. Taoist Lin was sad when he saw it.


    The northeast and the south are two worlds.


    At this time, sitting in the cold winter and looking at the gate, the northwest wind is as hard as a small knife. That is, I don''t know how many layers of cotton there are in the military coat, but it can carry it.


    The memory of Taoist Lin in the cold northeast is not very clear. After all, the living conditions have been getting better and better in recent years. He can''t feel the cold when he has a car and air conditioning at home.


    I have crossed mountains and seas


    Taoist Lin''s cell phone rang. He took a look. It was aunt Feng of bajingzi.


    "Taoist priest Lin, when will you arrive?"


    "Soon, I haven''t been down the mountain for several days. The situation at the foot of the mountain looks so severe."


    "Don''t mention it, Taoist Lin, or I''ll agree as soon as you say it." aunt Feng complained. "We have to be responsible for two intersections. It''s very cumbersome to take temperature, leave name and place for vehicles in and out."


    "It''s all right. Let''s meet and talk." Taoist Lin said hastily, also without warning.


    Laogua mountain is not far from bajingzi. When passing jianxie hospital, Taoist Lin saw the towering building and missed little martial uncle.


    I don''t know how he is on the Tianhe side. Is little martial uncle OK now.


    If the little martial uncle were here, or the Xu family, the situation would be better. Taoist Lin guessed wildly. In fact, he also knows that this is the vast ocean of people''s war. It''s no use for little martial uncle to stay at home.


    Soon came to bajingzi. Aunt Feng, wearing a red armband and a serious face, hurried over and said, "Taoist Lin, thank you."


    "You''re welcome. Who let us row to our street." Taoist Lin used to twist his beard and smile. Before he put on a good posture, aunt Feng hurriedly said, "help me see the posts at the front sandaokou and tiger post. That side has just been built. Here are the pens and notebooks for recording the people coming and going."


    With that, Mrs. Feng stuffed things into Taoist Lin, turned away without touching the ground, and called while running. What she said was also about prevention and control.


    Taoist Lin smiled bitterly. It seems that there are really not enough hands. Otherwise, how can you use yourself.


    Divide the disciples into two groups. Mingyue takes a group of people to sandaokou, and Taoist Lin takes several others to tiger hill.


    Just after sighing with emotion about the old man guarding the door in the next village, Taoist Lin found himself facing the same problem.


    In order to clarify the basic action route of mobile personnel, temperature measurement is basically a decoration. There is no way to measure body temperature in cold and cold days.


    The body temperature gun hits the body temperature of more than ten degrees or even several degrees, which is completely meaningless. If it has to be meaningful, it is a serious sense of ritual.


    Taoist Lin took Lin Yun''s hand in distress, stood in the cold wind, looked at the roadblock of tiger hill, and registered the people in the traffic.


    It is said that after going back, this record form will be logged in the computer for comparison.


    It seems that this is the only way to control all the floating population in a country. The difficulty is absolutely hell.