The director of the Baima Commune Song Committee is very worried.

He was so worried that he couldn't sleep all night long. He was so worried that he was even a little afraid to show up in the commune compound.

For no other reason than because of those young people, their energy... is so strong!

This group of passionate young people would come to the commune compound early in the morning to help the staff in the commune compound and improve their ideological realm.

As a result, those officers who had been working for many years had to move a small bench and sit in a row in the yard like primary school students, quietly listening to their teachings.

Then, in the morning, these energetic young people will go to each brigade to preach, and then have a simple meal locally at noon.

Then in the afternoon, they will go to the fields to have more in-depth exchanges with members of the production team, and even "one-on-one tutoring."

Then in the evening, they have a nightclub... Often at this time, the atmosphere on the scene becomes more intense and lively.

The members clenched their fists and chanted slogans with them... It's not enough to stop working.

After these young people finished their "work" in the brigade, they returned to the streets of Baima Commune in groups.

As a result, the captain of the production brigade will definitely come to the commune the next day and find the director of the commune to complain...

For a while now, the director of Baima Commune heard everyone's complaints, and his ears were ringing: "Director, they do this every day, do we still need to farm?"

"Director, we're here again! If we can't change places, how can we keep an eye on our team? The delay will last a whole day!"

"Director, if we continue like this, our factory will not be able to complete its production tasks this year. Don't scold me then..."

"Director, the two people in charge of cleaning in our unit, who are not very good-looking, were dragged to reflect on their mistakes... The workshop is in a mess now. Director, you have to send two people over quickly.

ah."

The commune directors who heard this were both heads-up!

The complaints from the production teams of major industrial and mining enterprises are slightly better. After all, when they are unlucky, it usually happens once, or two or three times...it is overwhelming.

But every day at the reception center where these young people live, it is really unbearable.

The most worrying thing at the reception station is often when these young people come back at night: the boss and the person in charge of the reception point who should have got off work all dare not go home and have to be on call at any time.

As soon as I saw them come back, I had to work overtime to make up for them a meal.

It’s been a long time.

None of the waiters at the reception could bear it, and the person in charge of the reception was suffering from depression.

This is not because I am tired from working, nor is it because I feel uncomfortable working overtime.

But these guys always have their reasons, and no one dares to argue with them.

That's all.

What is especially frightening is that if you are not careful, you will be spotted by them, and they will see that you have made a mistake... Next, prepare to accept the righteous and upright criticism!

The Baima Commune has had several changes of cooks and managers, and the subsidies given to them have been increasing with each term.

But to no avail...

Just like Comrade Zhang, who is currently in charge of the reception point, people have already said that even if he loses his job and becomes an idle member of society from now on, he will definitely not do this job again...

According to him, doing this job is like an adult who has to listen to kindergarten children talking about great principles every day.

Moreover, the posture must be very upright, the attitude must be very sincere, and the notes in the small notebook must be very serious and detailed.

If there is a slight flaw in a certain link, the other party will immediately incur a righteous scolding.

——It’s too torturous!

When the sky was bright, the director of Baima Commune got up, washed briefly, then picked up his briefcase, pushed out his bicycle, and was about to leave home for work.

At the gate of his yard, he met Wang Peng, the commune's militia squad leader.

"Good morning, director."

Wang Peng obviously didn't sleep well, his face was full of sleepiness, "Director, I want to say a few words to you."

The director of Baima Commune frowned... because the young man in front of him was too active in doing things and was too eager to show his performance.

It's not that the director doesn't like young people to be active and strive for progress, but because the Wang Peng in front of him has such a strong purpose in doing things.

——Is Wang Peng just trying to leave a positive image of being diligent, studious, and enterprising to the commune cadres through his performance in all aspects?

What is he planning?

Is it just that you want to become a regular official, or even want to achieve leapfrog development in your official career?

He has a good understanding and relatively strong ability to do things, but he is too utilitarian in what he does... This is the evaluation of Wang Peng by the director of Baima Commune.

Therefore, the director has never been very fond of such people...Young people, if you have the courage to talk about dedication, why do you think about getting rewards first when doing anything?

Now Wang Peng came to block the door early in the morning.

The director of the commune said one word with an indifferent expression, "Say."

"Director, did you hear anything going on at the reception station last night?"

Wang Peng said, "It was noisy from 8 or 9 o'clock in the evening until dawn. I wonder if Director, you went over to take a look during this period?"

Director Baima was slightly surprised, "No, after get off work yesterday, I felt a little dizzy when I got home, so I took a few sips and slept until dawn. What, what happened over there at the reception point? But Ten Million Don't let anything happen...otherwise..."

Wang Peng leaned close to the director's ear, which made the director feel very uncomfortable. He only heard Wang Peng whisper a few words, "Something happened, something big happened! There was a lot of noise at the reception point last night!"

This time, the director was so frightened that he almost fell down on the spot!

Those young people can stay up late.

He is different from the director of Baima Commune. When he is middle-aged, he soaks wolfberry in water and lies down tossing and turning, making it difficult to fall asleep.

When I fell asleep, I was snoring all over the place. I couldn't get up for a long time, so how could I stay up all night?

But that group of young people is different. When they can't sleep in the middle of the night, they often get up and play the harmonica, accordion, erhu and so on.

Singing, reciting instructions, and dancing the famous dance.

They often make noises until midnight and stay up until midnight. Regarding these situations, the director of Baima Commune said: I have seen them so much that I am numb now...

But now when the director heard that something happened at the reception point, he was really panicked, "Let's go, let's go, take me to see it quickly!"

"Don't worry, Director."

Wang Peng pulled the director's bicycle faucet and refused to let him go, "Director, not only can't you go see it, but you have to pretend you don't know anything."

The director of Baima Commune frowned, "Xiao Wang, do you know if something happens at the reception point, what serious consequences will it bring? Don't blame me, even if it is..."

As he spoke, the director pointed a finger at the sky, "No one can afford this consequence!"

Wang Peng chuckled, "In that case, why not pretend you don't know anything?"

Director Baima, who was really panicking, was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice and asked, "What on earth is going on? Please tell me honestly, are you causing trouble behind the scenes?"

Wang Peng shook his head, "How dare I! Besides, I don't have the ability... Director, please walk forward slowly, I will accompany you and speak slowly."

So the two of them pushed their bicycles and walked slowly towards the Baima Commune compound...

When the commune director entered his office, before he could make tea, Xiaojun came in.

"Good morning comrade."

The director took the teapot and turned around to say hello, "Have you had breakfast? How about going to the commune food group to eat something?"

It is connected to the point, which originally governs three meals a day. This is a rigid rule.

But because these young people are not easy to mess with, the cooks who also have a bad temper really can't stand them.

So now the cook doesn't care about their breakfast... he does whatever he likes, and the old man is in charge of cooking. He has been poor for three generations.

Don't be afraid!

Xiaojun's original surname was Zhu. When he heard what the director said, he scratched his head and said, "Director, our receptionist is in charge of cooking. He seems to have misunderstood us."

"Why don't you trouble me, director, to allocate the 12 kilograms of grain for us and let us make it ourselves?"

Zhu Xiaojun said, "It's not easy for the uncle who cooks. Sometimes it gets very late at night and he has to make an impromptu dinner for us, so it's normal that he can't get up in the morning.

Otherwise, from now on, we will be responsible for the breakfast at the reception. Director, do you think this is okay?"

"Okay."

The director smiled and said, "Then I'll give you three days first?"

According to the director of Baima Commune, these young people have already been in Baima Commune for a week. Three more days should be enough, right?

"not enough."

Zhu Xiaojun replied, "There are a total of 17 production brigades in your Baima Commune. We have only visited 7 of them these days...and there are so many units on the streets. We haven't gone to preach yet!"

Still...are you still planning to stay here?

The director almost fainted: Just look at the 7 production brigades you have been to, from the team leader to the team leader, including the scorekeepers and poor peasant team leaders... Which one is not full of complaints?

The remaining 10 production brigades had already come to the commune to find the director. They made it clear: Never let these young people come to teach everyone...

I really can't stand it.

The director's cheek twitched inadvertently, and then he put on a smile and said, "Then...I'll give you the breakfast quota for a week first.
To be continued...