Yue Wen's meaning is very clear. If every car has to be paid and charged, then in the eyes of the toll collector, the car is no longer a car, but money.
"He's here to compete with us." Zhu Ayi said.
"No," Yue Wen corrected, "This is a competition with the district."
"Damn, there are four toll gates, and the bamboo poles have turned into iron poles," Heiba exaggerated. "Small guard booths, speed bumps, isolation piles, and toll poles are all standard features of toll stations."
"There is a gold mine in the village, but it is still a poor village. A small village with more than 200 households is, in Secretary Jiang's words, firstly poor, secondly scattered, and thirdly in chaos. Girls from other villages are not willing to marry into this village. Girls from this village are not willing to marry."
They are all married, but they have only married a daughter-in-law in the village in ten years, and she is still a widow. Tell me, why did the ancestors of Jinjiling choose such a place!" Zhu Mingxing introduced it easily, causing everyone to laugh.
He looked at the young man in front of him, he really liked him, but Naihe was "assigned" to Jinjiling, but the leader's decision had been made, so he couldn't say much, he could only sigh inwardly.
Yue Wen listened carefully and watched carefully. Five miles south of the town, he entered the Luoyan Mountain District. Through the car window, he saw mountains connected with mountains and ridges connected with ridges. The car climbed up and down from time to time, jumping left and right.
It shakes so hard that one feels like vomiting.
"Commissioner Bu, how do you feel when you come to the village these days?" Zhu Mingxing looked at the young Bu Fan. They were about the same age, both in their thirties.
"You will die rich if you are rich, and you will die poor if you are poor." Bu Fan opened and closed his thin lips and spit out eight words.
"Haha, Jinjiling Mountain is not high, but once you enter the village, you have to pass through nine hills and eighteen turns. When the Japanese invaded our Pingzhou, they were confused by going around here. During the Cultural Revolution, there were still ordinary people entering
City, ask if the Japs have left?" Zhu Mingxing said, as soon as he finished speaking, Yue Wen and Hei Ba burst into laughter, but the chrysalis pursed his lips. He had already heard of this allusion.
"Well, ahead is Jinji Ridge." The driver reminded everyone.
At the driver's prompt, Yue Wen saw a small village dotted in the center of the basin formed by the mountain range. In the village, stone houses were scattered in an orderly manner. To the north of the village, the lake was as warm as jade, and the surrounding mountains were green and colorful.
, the scenery of lakes and mountains is all in between.
If it weren't for those bare mining fields, it would really look like a paradise.
"Such a beautiful scenery, it's a pity." Heiba sighed rarely. This was not his first time here. Three days ago, he followed Bu Fan and officially entered Jinjiling. He was accompanied by Civil Affairs Assistant Chi Yuanshan as the film director.
Silkworm Chrysalis is also among them as a cadre of Bao Village.
The selection process, which has been noisy for two weeks and stirred up the minds of countless agency cadres, has finally been settled.
Of course, some people scolded him, saying that it had been decided long ago; others scolded him, saying that it would be in vain to go. However, Jiang Sheng privately told Zhu Mingxing, "Whether it is good iron or scrap iron, it has to be refined in the furnace." His family.
A blacksmith for generations, Zhu Mingxing secretly tried to figure out what he meant but didn't dare to answer.
Chen Jiangping, on the other hand, was very calm, doing everything step by step and not being moved at all, as if the problem of Jinjiling did not exist at all.
Liu Zhiguang sneered at a drinking party, "Embroidered pillows are just fancy but useless." He had always looked down upon Bu Fan.
Regarding Yue Wen's appointment as deputy secretary, some people said that he offended Jiang Sheng, and some said that because of the fight, everyone likes to think the worst of others. However, Liu Zhiguang called Yue Wen to the office and said some nice things, which made Yue Wen feel very angry about this gangster.
However, my favorability towards the leader who also has a strong human touch increased sharply.
"What's a pity? You can stand and talk without back pain, you're so poor that you can't even put on your pants, and you're still in the mood to see the scenery? You won't be able to bear it if I keep you here for two months!" the driver muttered.
"When did gold mining begin in the village?" Yue Wen asked.
"It's a mine that was discovered in the 1990s. I can't remember clearly." Zhu Mingxing looked at him and saw that Bu Fan was also listening carefully. "Now there are people from the village working in the gold mine, as well as migrant workers from other places.
People have been stealing, stealing, and robbing in recent years. The public security in the village is very bad. Now a mine protection team has been set up in the mine. Shi Zhongxiao's workers dug under the mine, and the two sides fought in the mine.
Finally, the Public Security Bureau was alerted.”
He looked at Yue Wen, and Yue Wen suddenly understood that this was the somewhat cowardly but kind-hearted director who was introducing him and reminding him to be careful. He couldn't help but be secretly grateful.
During the bumps, the car finally stopped in a wide area in the village. This is the Jinjiling Village Committee. Yue Wen jumped out of the car and looked at his own territory. He found that the few remaining houses with dark red paint were from the former sales agency.
The store was renovated, and there are still the words "1966" on it, which makes me realize that this house is almost 40 years old.
"Xiao Yue, there will be a coordination meeting in the village in the afternoon, and you will also participate." Bu Fan looked at Yue Wen, "There is no secretary in the village, and you, the deputy secretary, are actually the top leader in the village."
Yue Wen even called his mother in the village where the town is located last night to show off this situation. You didn’t become a secretary until you were thirty, and your son became a secretary after two weeks of work! But seeing the dilapidated scene in front of him, and hearing that the village was so
Chaos, thinking about Shi Zhongxiao's reputation in the development zone, thinking about the wolf-like mine protection team, thinking about that inexplicable task, Chen Jiangping's unpredictable expression appeared in front of his eyes, and he felt a headache for no reason.
"Where is your village chief?" Bu Fan said to a thin man in his fifties who came forward to greet him.
"I was so happy to know that the leader was coming today that I went out to pick mushrooms early in the morning." The thin man said, but there was no look of happiness on his face.
"Come on, let's go take a look. Anyway, we have nothing to do in the morning." Bu Fan became interested.
Everyone got on the bus again, and through Bu Fan's introduction, Yue Wen knew that the thin man's surname was Shi and his given name was Zhongyu, and he was the accountant of the village.
Outside the village, on the mountain, the wind blows, the forest moves, and the dogs bark.
"It's in front." Shi Zhongyu walked slowly.
The terrain ahead was getting higher and higher, and the mountain was very steep. It became more and more difficult for everyone to climb up, and they had to stop halfway up the mountain.
Through the lush green grass, Yue Wen saw a tall figure appearing and disappearing on the steep mountain. In the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared, and only the barking of a dog came from the front.
While everyone was talking, a hearty voice came from the side, "Commissioner Bu, how did you find this place?"
This is a man in his thirties, with a very burly build, wearing a whitish green military uniform. He has a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a wide nose and a wide mouth. His face is full of weathered color. As he speaks,
, full of heroism and full of heroism.
"I heard that you are picking hazelnut mushrooms here, let's learn from it." Bu Fan tried his best to speak more plainly, but he still sounded official when he spoke.
The axle man threw the basket on his waist to the ground and said proudly, "Let's go!"
He strode like a shooting star chasing the moon, leading the way. Seeing that he was serious about his words, Bu Fan stopped talking. Everyone held their breath and just kept their heads down and walked forward.
"Stop," the axle man waved his hand. He stood tall and raised the flying tiger claw in his hand. The thick iron claws made a "snap" sound and grabbed onto the rock. "Commissioner Bu, come here." Hu Kailing said humbly.
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But Bu Fan smiled and shook his head. Hu Kailing did not give in anymore. He exerted his strength with his tall body, and in a blink of an eye, he was already halfway up the mountain.
"These hazelnut mushrooms are a good thing. They cost several hundred yuan a pound," Shi Zhongyu said. "This good thing grows in places where people can't go. Picking a pound of hazelnut mushrooms sometimes costs several lives."