Gao Jianbin and Li Li spent a warm night. Gao Jianbin went to the supermarket to buy heart-shaped candles, cooked a table of dishes and made them a candlelight dinner. Li Li really loved this man so much that she let go of her shyness and let Gao Jianbin love her to the fullest. Such a life is really the happiest thing in the world. Gao Jianbin drove back to the meteor bridge government compound and just entered the office Liu Yan came. Not to mention that he was a deputy mayor and was a little arrogant. After the two sat down, Zhu Yuqin smiled and brought hot tea to the two of them. He probably knew that he could be the deputy director. Zhu Yuqin's joy in his heart made her radiant.

Liu Yan was puzzled when he looked at it, what happened to this young woman today? Seeing Gao Jianbin getting spring? But she looked OK. Gao Jianbin didn't know Liu Yan's dirty thoughts, so he took a sip of tea and asked Liu Yan: "How is the publicity work progressing with a smile?" Liu Yan hurriedly said: "Secretary Gao, our town staff have mobilized twenty-three. In the past few days, he has memorized the information of the Xinyue Park of Meteor Bridge Town. The booth, publicity color pages, ribbons and banners are all ready. As long as you give me the order, we can hold up at any time." Gao Jianbin nodded and continued: "In a while, you go to Wujiamiao with me, hold a symposium with the local people, and notify the Wujiamiao Village Committee later, and let the villagers representatives of several villages come over. Call Director Xia together!"

Liu Yan drove the car and the three of them drove towards Wujiamiao. On the way, Gao Jianbin asked Xia Feifei: "How are the people's emotions? Are there many objections?" Xia Feifei said: "Most of the people in several villages support our plan, and a small number of people oppose us to develop. First, they are afraid that they will lose income after they can't get the money. Second, some people have doubts about relocating the cemetery this time, and third, some elderly people are unwilling to move to a new place." Gao Jianbin nodded and said: "This is a very normal concern. If we find a problem, we will solve the problem. If there is no problem, the matter will be over."

The village committee compound in Wujiamiao Village was bustling like a big market. The news that Gao Jianbin was coming made many people excited. Everyone was happy to look forward to their future life. The first rural building-making community in the county was about to be born in Wujiamiao. However, there were many disharmonious voices, especially Lin Cheng, the old secretary of Houlin Village, was the most prominent. Farmers and farmers were originally based on farming and rented out the land they depend on for survival. They were like officials who had lost their seals and soldiers lost their guns. The secretary was only in his twenties and had an idea. There were so many people following the trend, and they couldn't do anything in a stern manner. Several old men even cursed these people with wooden sticks and wanted to touch the ancestral grave. They were really unfilial to their children and grandchildren!

Chun Jianghe, the secretary of Wujia Temple, kept explaining to the elderly that a cemetery would be built to bury his ancestors. An old man who seemed to be of high age pointed to Chun Jianghe's nose and said, "What do you know, a young boy with a badass? Can the ancestral grave be moved at will? You unworthy descendants! We old guys died and there was no place left! If you dare to move the grave, I will hit you and die on your grandfather's tombstone!"

Chun Jianghe is a top student in Wujiamiao. After going to college, he returned to the village to be the secretary. He agreed with the plan of Gao Jianbin, the town party committee secretary. This is a good way to get Wujiamiao and several surrounding villages out of poverty, and it is practical. He also thought of many ways to get the village rich, but it has not been effective. After looking at Gao Jianbin's plan, he realized that he did not have that kind of vision and height. Gao Jianbin saw the same thing much further. At this time, Gao Jianbin's car came to the gate. Gao Jianbin walked into the courtyard with a smile on his face. Several village cadres were familiar with Gao Jianbin, so he hurriedly came up to shake hands with Gao Jianbin and gave the three town leaders to the middle. The old man who was extremely excited just now was much quieter, and his mentality of fear of seeing officials continued from the old life. Gao Jianbin smiled and said, "What are you discussing just now? Let me listen to it!"

Chun Jianghe smiled wryly and said, "Secretary Gao, the third uncle in the village disagrees with the town's plan and strongly opposes the relocation of graves!" Gao Jianbin said lightly: "This is human nature. Is that third uncle?" The old man walked over with a tough bullet. Gao Jianbin shook hands with him politely, and then asked him: "Old man, can you tell me why you can't relocate graves?" The third uncle is named Wu Tai, and he is the highest-ranking person in the village. He dared to shout at the juniors of Chun Jianghe, the village, but he dared not be so rude when he looked at Gao Jianbin. He experienced the original four old ideas, old culture, old customs, and old habits from beginning to end in that era. After a long time, he said, "The deceased has been buried in peace, so the government should let them go!"

Gao Jianbin sneered and said, "Old man, you are old enough to be my grandfather. There are almost no big or small things in the village that you don't know, right?" Wu Tai said proudly, "I am eighty-seven this year, and there are not many in the village that can compare to mine." Gao Jianbin asked him, "There are so many old graves in the village now?" Wu Tai replied, "There are three large and small graves in the village, and there are more than 300 graves since the construction of the village." Gao Jianbin then asked, "How much land is occupied?" Wu Tai said proudly, "The cemetery in our Wujia Temple is the best protected, and even the forests planted occupy more than 40 acres."

Gao Jianbin asked Chun Jianghe with a sneer: "Secretary Wu, how many people are in Wujiamiao Village? How much arable land is there? How much average income is there?" Chun Jianghe said with a red face: "Secretary Gao, Wujiamiao has a total of 1,723 people, with a total arable land area of ​​2,321 mu, and the average annual income of villagers is less than 2,000 yuan." Gao Jianbin looked at Wu Tai sternly and said: "Old man, Wujiamiao is less than 1,500 mu. According to your wheat cultivation, the yield per mu is only 1,3400 kilograms? The price of wheat is only a few cents, which means you will sell 1,890 yuan a year. Putting aside the costs of seeds, fertilizers, irrigation pesticides, it is not considered labor. It would be good if you spend 1,300 yuan. You still have to eat, but the wheat is not

Will you sell it all for money? You know how much flour a family of three needs to eat a year. You still have to buy clothes and electricity? Children still have to go to school? You need to pay for a bride price for a young man to marry a wife? You have to build a house? To put it bluntly, you can go to Haizhou construction site to work far more than this? Two laborers will have to spend the necessary expenses a month, which is 1,200 yuan a year. Everyone will calculate this account? A cemetery occupies thirty labor land. You actually say it so easily. You are a respected elder in the village. Ninety percent of Wujia Village are a family. You are not in a hurry to see this situation? How many new wives have you married in your village? How many college students have you raised? How many ten thousand yuan households are there? What about ten thousand yuan households? What about ten thousand yuan households?”

Lighting a cigarette, Gao Jianbin continued: "We must respect the dead ancestors, and we didn't say we didn't care. A special cemetery can accommodate thousands of spiritual positions and ashes. Four villages save at least more than 100 acres of land, so that the dead can't survive. Isn't this a strange story? A person dies and a small box. Everyone's final destination is the same. There is no difference. Why should we keep on with the old concept? Do you know where the geographical advantage of Wujia Temple is? Why is the town?

I spent so much effort to build the New Economic Park here. First, your location has inherent advantages. Second, your villages have been ranked last in the town for five consecutive years. The number of students in the past is the first in the positive, the number of relief households is the first in the positive, and the number of unsuccessful school rate is the first in the positive, and I won’t say much. Please consider whether it is right or wrong. Please judge it yourself with your heart!" Then he said to Chun Jianghe: "I will give you a day to discuss. Tomorrow the morning, you village party secretaries will come to my office and tell me the result!"

After saying that, he walked out of the compound and drove away. It seemed that he had forgotten the existence of Liu Yan and Xia Feifei. All the silent things were for the first time. For a time, someone used the method of calculating accounts to show the bloody facts to everyone in the form of numbers. Everyone was shocked. Wu Tai even blushed and didn't say anything for a long time. He really couldn't accept the merciless words of Gao Jianbin, a young man. But Wu Tai had to admit that Gao Jianbin's words were really right, and the starting point was definitely good. Looking at his son and grandson, he couldn't help but sigh. Until now, his grandsons have not been to high school, and none of them have married a wife, because the family really doesn't have that much money.

The poorer the place, the more problems it is. It takes 70,000 or 80,000 yuan to build a house. But the current situation is that a grandson cannot get the bride price of a grandson. Not to mention building a house. The grandsons are all working outside, and they earn hard-earned money without education. They can't make a few dollars a year. The good land in the village produces 1,600 kilograms of wheat per mu, but a considerable part of it is only 1,200 kilograms of per mu, which is not enough to eat! Look at the old friends in the surrounding villages, they also lower their heads without saying anything, and everything is used.
Chapter completed!