Yuanlipo Village is a poor village in Shangliang Township, with a registered population of only more than 100 people. This place is even a special poverty village that can be ranked among all Liangbei County.

Qiao Liang and He Qingqing came down and did not notify the village, but came directly to the village.

When the car passed by a brick house, Qiao Liang asked He Qingqing to stop the car.

This is a very simple acre-brick house. Looking through the low wall, you can see only three rooms. The slightly dilapidated courtyard gate is covered with an old man chopping firewood.

"Old man, I'm busy." Qiao Liang pushed the door open and greeted the old man.

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, but his body looked still strong. He was swinging an axe to chop firewood, and a cigarette rod was hanging on his chest.

Seeing someone coming in, the old man stopped and looked at Qiao Liang and He Qingqing in confusion.

"Uncle, we are from the Poverty Alleviation Office. Come to the village to take a look." Qiao Liang smiled. As soon as he said that, Qiao Liang couldn't help but pat his forehead. Before he came down, he forgot to buy some rice, flour, oil, etc., which made him feel a little embarrassed to come to the door empty-handedly.

"What's so good about it? It's not like this when you look at it. I don't know where to help you with poverty alleviation." The old man sat on the mound in front of the door, filling his cigarette pole with tobacco.

Qiao Liang didn't expect that the old man was quite capable and walked in with a smile, "Old man, it seems that you are not satisfied with our poverty alleviation work. We did have many shortcomings in our work before. Please give me any comments."

"I dare not have any opinions, so how dare I give you any opinions to you officials." The old man waved his hand, took out his matches and prepared to light a cigarette pole.

Seeing this, Qiao Liang hurriedly took out his cigarette, "Old man, you suck me."

The old man glanced at it and gave a thumbs up, "Good cigarette."

Qiao Liang took out a cigarette and handed it to the old man, and helped him lit it. At this time, Qiao Liang noticed that under the low wall, a child was sitting under the wall, holding a yellowish puppy in his arms, staring blankly into the sky.

Qiao Liang was stunned for a moment, remembering that it was Tuesday, and the child looked almost ten years old, so he should be in school. Qiao Liang asked, "Don't the child need to go to school?"

"Not got there." The old man took a breath of smoke.

"Why didn't you go?" Qiao Liang asked again.

"I can't hear it here, I can't go to school." The old man pointed at his ear.

Qiao Liang didn't react at first, and He Qingqing next to him said "deaf" and Qiao Liang realized that he was a disabled child.

"Why didn't I send it to a special school?" Qiao Liang asked the old man.

"What is a special school?" the old man asked.

He Qingqing, who was standing beside him, replied: "President Qiao, there is no special school in our county."

"Not a single one?" Qiao Liang frowned.

"No, the county does not have that condition, only the city can have it." He Qingqing replied.

"Will these disabled children in the county be unable to go to school?" Qiao Liang sighed.

"Well, I can only drop out of school and stay at home."

Hearing this situation, Qiao Liang felt heavy. He understood that this situation was not something he could change in a short time. Liangbei County's finances are too poor, so it is not easy to run a special school.

Next, Qiao Liang chatted with the old man again and learned that the old man had a son and a daughter, and his daughter-in-law got married. After giving birth to a child, his son and daughter-in-law learned that the child was deaf, and the family was poor. The daughter-in-law ran away soon. She couldn't marry a wife again and went to work in the eastern coastal areas. She didn't necessarily come back once a year or two. The child was taken by the old man alone, and she usually relied on a little income from growing corn.

After leaving the old man's house, Qiao Liang visited another family. The young people in this family did not go out to work. A strong man in his twenties and thirties had basically gone out to work outside, and few people stayed at home. Qiao Liang felt a little strange when he saw it.

When I learned that Qiao Liang was from the Poverty Alleviation Office, the young man just smiled honestly and said nothing.

"Have you not gone out to find a job in the city?" Qiao Liang and the other party sat on the stone bench in the yard, chatting like a family-time routine.

"If you can't walk away, your parents are sagging." The young man scratched his head.

"Have you married a wife?" Qiao Liang asked.

"I dreamed." The young man laughed foolishly, "Can your government arrange one?"

Qiao Liang choked, but he couldn't answer this.

"No money, no wife." The young man said again in a depressed manner.

"Many poor people here can't get married. They don't have money, and women don't want to marry them. Some young men can only get married in order to get married, so they can only get married to become son-in-laws in order to get married." He Qingqing said.

"So to change the situation here, we must get rid of the root of poverty and develop industries. Only when the people get rid of poverty and become rich can the problem be solved." Qiao Liang said.

"It's so difficult, what industries can be developed here?" He Qingqing murmured.

"Okay, there is nothing difficult in the world, I'm afraid of someone who is interested." Qiao Liang looked firm. Seeing the young man next to him sneaking glances at He Qingqing from time to time, and quickly retracting his eyes, Qiao Liang couldn't help but feel funny, patted the other party on the shoulder and said, "Brother, you will have money and your wife. I believe that the government will definitely lead you to a good life."

I visited several families one after another. When Qiao Liang left, he was in a heavy mood. The situation here was very bad. How many such poor villages are there in the entire Liangbei County? The poverty alleviation work is a long way to go.

"We must do something and lead the people out of poverty and become rich." Qiao Liang and He Qingqing said on the way back.

"Chief Qiao, this is very difficult. To get the people out of poverty and become rich, we must have money and industries. There is nothing in Liangbei County." He Qingqing shook his head and said.

"If the work is so easy, why do we cadres do?" Qiao Liang disagreed. The more difficult the matter is, the more it stimulates his fighting spirit.

When the car returned to the county town, Qiao Liang said to He Qingqing, "Stop the car and buy a fruit basket, let's go to the county hospital to see the vendor who was hit yesterday."

He Qingqing nodded and then couldn't help but say, "Captain Qiao, you are really a good leader."

“How good is it?”

"very good."

"Good so good that you can't help yourself?"

"Chief Qiao, you..." He Qingqing's face turned red.

Seeing He Qingqing's shy look, Qiao Liang couldn't help laughing. It was quite fun to tease the beautiful deputy director in his spare time.

The car stopped at the entrance of the supermarket, He Qingqing went to buy a fruit basket, and Qiao Liang saw a bank next to him, so he took two thousand yuan in cash.

After the two arrived at the hospital, they inquired about the ward where the vendor lived. When they arrived at the ward, Qiao Liang recognized the vendor who was hit last night at first sight. He saw a middle-aged woman in front of the bed, wiping her tears. After hearing a few words, Qiao Liang understood that it turned out that it was because of medical expenses. The family, which was not wealthy, made a living by setting up stalls on the street, and the family still owed foreign debts. Suddenly, they encountered this unexpected disaster. The family could not even get the hospitalization fee, and they still borrowed the money for the surgery.

"Brother, this is County Mayor Qiao from our county. He is here to visit you." He Qingqing walked to the bedside and said.

Hearing He Qingqing's words, the vendor lying on the hospital bed stayed for a while, and then struggled to sit up.

"No, brother, you just finished the surgery, don't move around." Qiao Liang said hurriedly.

"Master Qingtian, you have to make the decision for us." The vendor complained.

The middle-aged woman next to her is the wife of a hawker, so she will even kneel down, "Master Qingtian, my husband was hit for no reason, and I still don't even have a statement. You must make the decision for us."

"Don't do this, sister, stand up first." Qiao Liang held the other party and refused to kneel down.

"Master Qingtian, please make the decision for us." The middle-aged woman wiped her tears.

"Don't worry, I will definitely ask for an explanation for you. You stand up first. Also, I am not a master of Qingtian. I am just a cadre who serves the masses. When the masses encounter difficulties, I have no choice." Qiao Liang made a loud voice.

"Thank you, thank you Master Qingtian." The middle-aged woman burst into tears of gratitude.

Qiao Liang asked the other party to stand up. Seeing that the two of them were a little restrained in their faces, Qiao Liang said a few words of comfort, stuffed two thousand yuan of cash into the fruit basket without hesitation, and then left.

All this Qiao Liang did fell into He Qingqing's eyes, and He Qingqing had a deeper understanding of Qiao Liang.

The two of them came out of the hospital and returned to the county courtyard. It was already off work time. After dinner in the cafeteria, Qiao Liang saw that Ding Xiaoyun's office was still on. After thinking for a moment, he walked into the office building first.

When he arrived at Ding Xiaoyun's office, Qiao Liang said, "Secretary Ding is not off work yet?"

"There is still something that has not been dealt with. I will finish it first before going to have a meal." Ding Xiaoyun looked up at Qiao Liang, "Missar Qiao went out again in the afternoon?"

"Secretary Ding cares about my movements?" Qiao Liang laughed.

"What do you think?" Ding Xiaoyun asked back.

"Then I have to ask Secretary Ding." Qiao Liang walked to Ding Xiaoyun's desk and looked straight at Ding Xiaoyun. On Ding Xiaoyun, Qiao Liang always had an illusion, as if he felt Zhang Lin's breath.

Ding Xiaoyun was a little uncomfortable when Qiao Liang saw it and coughed lightly, "What's the matter with me, County Magistrate Qiao?"

"Oh..." Qiao Liang came to his senses, "Secretary Ding, I want to find you to know someone."

"who?"

"Secretary Yang Jinshan."

"Why did you suddenly want to inquire about him?" Ding Xiaoyun looked at Qiao Liang with a little surprise.

"Just ask casually, nothing." Qiao Liang pulled open the chair and sat face to face with Ding Xiaoyun, and said bluntly, "Secretary Ding, I heard that Secretary Yang came down from the municipal department and gilded. I don't know what background he is."

Since Qiao Liang was outspoken, Ding Xiaoyun was also a little straightforward and pointed his finger up: "His background is on it."

"City?" Qiao Liang guessed.

Ding Xiaoyun shook her head.

"Province?" Qiao Liang guessed again.

Ding Xiaoyun shook her head again.

Now it was Qiao Liang's turn to be surprised. Could it be that Yang Jinshan's background is still rising in the province? This is so awesome.
Chapter completed!