"Oh, it smells so good." It turned out that Han Zhongwang smelled the food packed in the trunk and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Party Secretary Han, if you like, take a few bags home to eat. Anyway, there are plenty." Li Yuanlang said honestly.

Han Zhongwang did not answer the question, but asked: "Why did Township Chief Li come to our village so late..."

Li Yuanlang did not hide anything and expressed his inner thoughts. He heard Han Wei say that the students of Hanjiatun Primary School stayed on campus at night, and he was thinking of sending these food and drinks to the school so that the teachers and students could improve the food and have a toothpaste.

"Director Li..." Han Zhongwang's turbid old eyes suddenly became misty, and he only said one sentence after a long time of combining words: "You are a good man."

Han Zhongwang wiped his eyes with his sleeves and said that it was getting late and we should hurry up. If it was late, the students would have finished their meal.

Hanjiatun is not far from Shuiming Township, more than 30 miles away, but there are many mountain roads and uneven loess roads. It took nearly an hour to drive the Jetta King to get there.

On the way, Li Yuanlang and Han Zhongwang were sitting in the back seat and asked him about the resettlement situation of some Hanjiatun and disaster-stricken villagers.

It is true that the villagers are very dissatisfied with the township government's compensation plan. There is certainly some selfish greed in this, but more importantly, the township government's compensation plan is unreasonable and has infringed on the rights and interests of the disaster-stricken households.

When Li Yuanlang was the director of the government office, he learned about the county's compensation plan for disaster-stricken households, which was very humane and reasonable. Not only would new houses be built for the disaster-stricken households in other places, but each household would also be compensated 20,000 yuan.

But when we arrived at the township government, the 20,000 yuan turned into 6,000 yuan, and the 14,000 yuan disappeared.

Some villagers learned the details and spread the news by word of mouth. They were filled with righteous indignation and went to the countryside in groups to ask for an explanation.

During those days, Ji Tianhou was dismissed, and Xiao Wangzhang was temporarily in charge of the work of the township government. He came forward to explain that considering that Hanjiatun was located in a mountainous area and had a cold climate, it was planned to lay solar heating pipes for each disaster-stricken household.

New technology is naturally more expensive, so the 14,000 yuan was spent on purchasing equipment.

The villagers went crazy when they heard this. They were in a mountainous area, and their ancestors had used a big kang to burn firewood for heating. How could they use solar energy for heating? If it was cloudy, wouldn't they be exposed to the cold?

Finally, Ma Shengran said that the disaster-stricken households can do without solar energy, but each household can only receive 15,000 yuan. The remaining 5,000 yuan will be placed in the township finance office to set up a special fund to be used for future maintenance costs of the disaster-stricken households' houses.

This money is earmarked for special use and the village will not touch a penny.

Ma Shengran kept his word in Shuiming Township, but no one knew that he had the backing of big figures in the province. Not to mention Ganping County, even Guangnan City did not dare to touch him. Even if the villagers were dissatisfied, they still had an extra nine thousand yuan.

, it can be of many uses, and the matter will subside if you tolerate it for a while.

Li Yuanlang felt uncomfortable when he heard this. This was not an isolated case, it happened in many places. Withholding special funds allocated from above was a common method used by many departments, especially those at the grassroots level.

This and policy are complementary to each other. Often the policies formulated by the highest level are good, but as a result, when it comes down to the lower levels, changes are made layer by layer, and finally when it reaches the people, it completely changes.

What goes up is effective, and there are policies above and countermeasures below, but it is often difficult to implement them consistently.

When we arrived at Hanjiatun Primary School, it was already dark, but in the light emanating from the windows, the scene in front of him was shocking to Li Yuanlang.

A row of school buildings are low and dilapidated, with walls in disrepair and mottled walls. Some wooden window frames have no glass. Plastic sheets are used to block the wind and rain, but they cannot block the cold air. They whistle in the cold wind.

The campus is not big. There are two simple wooden basketball hoops standing on the dirt floor. The basketball hoops are circles made of wires. As for the net, don't even think about it. There is none.

There is a flagpole in the middle of the playground. It is made of iron, but it is also rusty.

Stepping on the dirt road under his feet, Li Yuanlang had a lot of thoughts. He had been mentally prepared for a long time, but he could not imagine that a small school, a place for educating children, was in such a dilapidated state. "No matter how hard it is, education cannot be hard, and if you are poor, you cannot be poor." This sentence

, in Hanjiatun Primary School, it is simply empty talk.

The principal's surname is also Han. He is a gray-haired old man. His true age cannot be estimated, but he is around sixty. He wears highly myopic glasses and is wearing blue school clothes that have been out of use for many years. They have been washed a little.

whitish.

"Welcome, welcome Mayor Li to our Hanjiatun Primary School to guide our work." Principal Han heard that Li Yuanlang was the deputy mayor of the township. He was so excited that he clasped Li Yuanlang's hand with both hands and shook it. His face glowed red and his eyes brightened.

My lips trembled a little when I spoke.

Li Yuanlang hurriedly waved his hand modestly and said: "Guidance is out of the question. I just walked around casually to understand the situation of our Hanjiatun Primary School. If you have any difficulties or opinions, please ask Principal Han to speak frankly and let us discuss and solve them together."

"It's not that I'm rude." Principal Han still couldn't hide his excitement and said: "It's not that I'm gossiping behind my back. It's been almost five years since Hanjiatun Primary School has had no township leader. Even Director Hu from the township education office has been here all year round.

Within a few times, instructions were given to me over the phone."

Director of the Township Education Office Hu Dingyi. Li Yuanlang knew this person and had contacted him on his mobile phone. He would report to Li Yuanlang at work tomorrow morning.

Li Yuanlang was puzzled by something, so he asked Principal Han: "Didn't you mean that Secretary Ma led all the team members to Hanjiatun this morning to discuss with the affected households and did not come to our school?"

Han Zhongwang, who was on the side, replied with a surprised look on his face: "Secretary Ma came to Hanjiatun? Mayor Li misunderstood, why did Secretary Ma come to our place? It was only after the last flood that County Magistrate Jin came that he was willing to show his face.

I basically stay in the countryside and rarely go out, and I often go to rich villages like Liujiadi. As for a poor place like ours, no one wants to come."

Li Yuanlang immediately understood that Ma Shengran had really avoided seeing him that morning and deliberately gave him a blow.

He also asked Principal Han about the school situation. Principal Han said that Hanjiatun Primary School has a total of forty-three students from several nearby villages. The school is divided into six classes, one for each grade. There are currently three faculty members and he is the principal.

, and is responsible for teaching, while his wife is in charge of logistics, including cooking, washing and rinsing for the children. There is also a female teacher, Leng Yinghua, who has something to go home tonight and is not here.

"Are you still cooking for the children? Let me go and take a look?" Li Yuanlang suggested going to the kitchen.

"This..." Principal Han rubbed his hands in embarrassment, gritted his teeth and led Li Yuanlang towards the kitchen.

The kitchen is on the easternmost side of a row of classrooms. The room is filled with steam. Principal Han's wife, a peasant woman in her fifties, is busy working there.

Principal Han quickly introduced Li Yuanlang to his wife. Li Yuanlang smiled and asked her what delicious food she had cooked for the students tonight.

The peasant woman rubbed her white apron with her hands, and said with a smile: "There is nothing delicious in the countryside. No, I was bored with white rice and made it..." He hesitated and looked at Principal Han aside.

Principal Han quickly continued: "White rice, cabbage and tofu soup."

"Can I take a look?" After getting the consent of Principal Han and his wife, Li Yuanlang opened the rice cooker first. The white rice was mixed with sweet potatoes and Japanese melons. The aroma of rice and melon were mixed together, which was very appetizing.

Li Yuanlang then opened the lid of the large stew pot, looked inside, and couldn't help but frown.

There were cabbage leaves and cabbage sticks floating in the big pot, and there were only a few small pieces of tofu, and there was no trace of oily smell.

"Do you usually give this to your children?"

Seeing Li Yuanlang ask about this matter, Principal Han lowered his head in shame, and his wife was also a little at a loss. However, Han Zhongwang intervened in time to save the situation and said: "Head Li, don't blame Lao Han, you can't blame him for this. The township education can't handle it."

If we allocate money, we owe the couple and Teacher Leng the salary for more than half a year. As for the children's food expenses, they can be delayed as long as they can. A little bit this month and a little bit more next month will cost more than giving birth to a calf.

It’s hard work. We can’t let the children go hungry. We all discussed it and asked the students’ parents to bring rice and noodles from home, and the village will provide vegetables. In this way, there will be food.”

Li Yuanlang didn't mean to blame Principal Han. He had seen it all. The conditions were so difficult. Principal Han couldn't tell the truth. He was owed more than half a year's salary, but he could still stick to his job.

It's high-spirited and upright.

Thinking again of the leaders of Zhongzhong Township feasting and drinking at Yeyuhua Restaurant, throwing away endless delicacies at will, while these children were eating cabbage and only a few pieces of tofu. He felt his face burning.

, uneasy conscience.

"The township should allocate education funds every year. Our county is poor, but each student is subsidized with three yuan for food per meal. This is stipulated in documents." Li Yuanlang was confused. Could it be that the money was withheld or went to someone?

In your pocket?

"I don't know about this. Anyway, every time I ask Director Hu, he says he has no money and wants me to wait." Principal Han also looked helpless, as if he had long been numb.

"Han Wei, go and get the food in the car. Let's add food to the students tonight." After Li Yuanlang ordered Han Wei, he asked the principal to take him to see the students.

The accommodation conditions are not much better than the food. The forty-three children are divided into two dormitories, one for boys and one for girls. They are all in the same Datong bunkhouse. The bedding is brought from home, but the washing is relatively clean.

During the period before the meal, the children were still playing and playing in the dormitory. When the principal arrived, they suddenly became quiet.

Li Yuanlang looked at the tender faces of these children, which were all sallow due to long-term malnutrition. His heart started to bleed instantly and the pain was severe.

He stroked the little faces of some children, with tears in his eyes and a sore nose, but he had a firm idea in his heart.
Chapter completed!