Everyone exchanged greetings and introduced each other in front of the Personnel Bureau. Xue Xiang then learned that the name of the director was Su Xinghe, surnamed Su, and the name of the section chief, surnamed Liu, was Liu Xiu. Their names were both well-known celebrities to him.
After everyone chatted for a while, at Su Xinghe's invitation, they got in the car and drove to Chengtian County. Xue Xiang left the capital and traveled to the province. He didn't want to make any publicity, so he quietly went to the county. If not
As the nominal deputy director of the People's Commune Revolutionary Committee, he was under the direct control of the County Revolutionary Committee, and the county-level administrative district could not bypass it no matter what. He really wanted to leave the commune and take up the post directly.
But Mustache had some reasoning, saying that it was no longer appropriate for us to come down from the ministry and bypass the province. We could not bypass the region anyway. Even if we did, the subordinates would report it, so we simply went directly to the Personnel Bureau quietly.
Ask the Personnel Bureau to send cadres to accompany him. Who knows, and being careful and careful, he let the province know and sent people.
Everyone was silent all the way, and it was already the setting sun when Chengtian County City was seen in the distance.
Because Chengtian County is an old city, and during the Ming Dynasty, a vassal king named Chengtian came to Beijing and became emperor. His mother, the Queen Mother, died and was buried in her hometown, so the imperial mausoleum was built in Chengtian County. Therefore,
The old city and the imperial mausoleums have been preserved as cultural heritage for a long time. Even during the catastrophe, they were not destroyed. Therefore, the old city walls and gates are still preserved.
Xue Xiang looked through the window and saw a mottled and simple city wall standing quietly under the miserable sunset. Before he got close, he could feel the vicissitudes carved by the long years on the deep-grained wall.
and thick.
The city wall is not very tall, with two floors up and down; the thickness of the wall cannot be estimated until you get close, and it is not too thick. After all, Jianghan Province has been a land of plenty since ancient times, with few wars, and Chengtian County is at the heart of Jianghan Province.
There has been no chaos for a long time, and the people here do not need high and thick walls to increase their sense of security.
The car finally entered Chengtian County, and Xue Xiang felt that he was suddenly placed in a black and white film scene.
Before that, he left the capital and went down to Jianghan. The long journey he passed was either through mountains and rivers, or in provincial capitals and big cities. Although the cities he saw along the way were different from the myriad scenes in the capital, they all had their own future generations.
The pattern and prototype of the city.
But after entering Chengtian County, Xue Xiang couldn't figure out how he felt in his heart. The vicissitudes of the city wall that he had seen from afar had turned into a deep sigh.
Xue Xiang never expected that the county town in the 1970s would be so backward. The streets were full of gray-white buildings, and there were very few tall buildings. Along the way, he only saw a four-story gray building when passing by the county radio station.
It is probably the tallest building in Chengtian County. There are few pedestrians on the street, and most of them are wearing rags and old trousers and covered with pudding.
Xue Xiang stared out the window for a long time, feeling so depressed that he could hardly breathe. He was born in the 1980s. He was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze. Even though he had traveled through time, he was still in the center of the country.
, the center for the priority supply of all materials - Beijing.
Although the current capital is far less rich in material resources than in later generations, he has managed to achieve moderate prosperity and electrification by relying on "speculation" and clever "grabbing". But the backward county and poor people in front of him have made
He thoroughly felt the specific style of the entire Republic in the 1970s. If the county town was like this, what would it look like at the end of his trip - the small village that sounded like a ravine?
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The car stopped in front of a three-story building with red walls and red tiles. As soon as everyone got out of the car, they met two middle-aged men. Both middle-aged men were wearing navy blue round-neck Mao tunic suits. One was fat and the other was thin.
, judging from his attire and facial expression, he must be a government employee.
Sure enough, the two people came closer, smiled and said a few welcomes, and introduced their identities. Unexpectedly, these two people were actually members of the county revolutionary committee. The fat one was called Geng Fulin, and he was in charge of politics and law.
The deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee, the thin one is Chen Guangming, the secretary-general of the Revolutionary Committee and the leader of the agricultural propaganda group.
These two people had obviously received the news in advance. They didn't even bother to say hello to the people from the Central Government, the Province, and the underground people such as Mustache, and asked directly who was Comrade Xue who was going to go to Shantun.
When Xue Xiang heard this, he had no choice but to stand up and say hello to the two of them. From now on, these two can be said to be his leaders. How can people not bow their heads under the eaves? Even if he, Xue Daguan, is invincible in Sijiu City, even if he reaches this place, even if
Once you enter the officialdom, you are no longer free, everything must be done according to the rules.
Geng and Chen did not lead everyone into the building, but said they would go down to the place first and have dinner in Hu's neighborhood. They also said that the famous dish "Yellow Croaker Rolled in Noodles" was good and a local specialty, so they let everyone try it.
They are all human beings, and no one can see the joints between them. Hong Tianfa, Su Xinghe, and Liu Xiu secretly sighed in their hearts, "It's not easy to be an official, but you are a person of the same profession."
These guys all have the same idea, thinking that they can just control high-quality resources like Comrade Xue by themselves, and if they are scattered, there will be no effect. Everyone should show their talents and operate this alley to the sky quietly.
After hearing this, he immediately went down. Mustache looked at Xue Xiang, meaning that it was up to him to make the decision.
It was better than this one, floating around like a turban. At that moment, I nodded in agreement.
Everyone saw Mustache's look, and they became more and more certain that this must be the legendary Sijiu City Yameni. Everyone was happy. This kind of golden bump has never appeared in our backcountry. We have to catch it this time.
, hurry up.
The plan was decided, and everyone was about to set off, but the green jeep couldn't squeeze in any more people. Fortunately, Geng, Chen and both were the number one figures in Chengtian County. Within a moment, a motor vehicle was summoned -
-Dongfanghong tractor, with black smoke rising suddenly, ran ahead of everyone.
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In the end, dinner was not eaten at Hujia Street, but at the penultimate stop of Xue Xiang's trip - the Kuaihuo Pu People's Commune. It turned out that the leaders of the district gathered at Kuaihuo Pu today to discuss the idea of "learning from the Western Jin Dynasty" proposed by the commune.
There was no one in the district to carry out the "big land creation" project. Everyone had to go to the commune under the guidance of the clerk, and the dinner was naturally held in the canteen of the commune.
To say it is a dinner party is just a gilded term. It is in a large dining hall, with two large red-painted Eight Immortals tables placed side by side. There are six big dishes on the table. It is said to be a big dish only because the utensils used to serve the dishes are solid.
They are ridiculously big - they are all porcelain basins for washing your face.
In Xue Xiang's view, the dinner was not rich. The six main dishes were actually two meat and four vegetarian dishes, with vegetarian dishes accounting for the majority. The six dishes were a cooked pig's head, a pot of fried pig meat with sharp peppers, and three pots of home-cooked vegetables. The last one
There are pots of peanuts and broad beans mixed with them, all piled high into one pot.
After the dishes were served, most of the people at the table immediately looked down. It was not the guests such as Xue Xiang, Xiao Hu, Su Xinghe, Liu Xiu, and Hong Tianfa who looked hesitant, but Geng Fulin, Chen Guangming, and others.
The faces of the county and district leaders were so cold that they were about to freeze.
Geng Fulin was most furious. The officials in Chengtian County here respected him, so he naturally regarded himself as a half-landlord. But what was the purpose of the Happy Pu Commune to create such a banquet? It was to make himself look good.
, no matter how poor your Kuaihuopu commune is, can't you even pull out a pig?
This is obviously to show your own ugliness and damage the face of Chengtian County! It’s not like I didn’t introduce everyone before. You are trying to lose the face of Chengtian County from the region to the province.
Go to the Central Committee!
Geng Fulin was inconvenienced by the mustache and others in front of him. He glared at the cadres of the District Revolutionary Committee with his eyes. His eyeballs were so bulging that they almost flew out of their sockets. His sinister eyes made everyone who came down from the district tremble.
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Liao Xuebing, director of the District Revolutionary Committee, is an old man in his fifties. When the waiter in the commune cafeteria brought the bowl full of radish, cabbage and pig meat to the table, the old man's first reaction was that someone was plotting against him. When Geng Fulin glanced at him with a vicious look,
When they came over, Liao Xuebing was interrogating Ma Shankui, the head of the Happy Shop Commune, with his eyes.
The old man was about to explode. When did leaders from the Happy Shop and even Hujia Street come here, not only from the central government and the provincial government, but also from the local revolutionary committee? If we don’t seize this huge opportunity, what are we going to do?
?We want to smash big pots, set fire to heaven, and dig up Lao Tzu’s ancestral graves.
Liao Xuebing is fifty-one today. He has been the leader of Hujia Street for six or seven years. However, there is no one above him. He has been stuck in his current position and cannot move any further. When Xiao Liu, the clerk in the district, rushed to the Happy Shop to inform him that the boss was here.
When looking at big leaders, not only in the county but also in the regions, provinces and even the central government, the old man's first reaction was that Xiao Liu was spreading hysteria.
When Dong Fahong took the lead and suddenly came closer, the old man saw Geng Fulin's black face through the black smoke, and finally believed Xiao Liu's words. Did he know that Director Geng loved his face the most, and there was only one person in the county?
Zhang Jipu is for everyone's use. If the jeep is not free, Director Geng will ride a bicycle rather than lose face by riding a tractor.
At this moment, Director Geng was sitting in Dongfanghong, who was smiling brightly and looking majestic. The figure in the little car behind him was not a big leader, so what a ghost.
After confirming Xiao Liu's words, the old man immediately arranged the reception task. Originally, the welcome ceremony and introduction meeting were held in a friendly and peaceful atmosphere, and everything was developing in a good direction.
Liao Xuebing was also very happy. Director Geng and Committee Member Chen looked at him softer and softer. The fat director of that area smiled and patted him on the shoulder. The upper-level route was about to be connected, and the door to promotion had opened.
Unexpectedly, a pot of pig water fell onto the table, cutting the newly connected line with a click, and the door that opened the gap slammed shut again.
The old man was so angry that his eyesight turned black. Fortunately, he had experienced it for a long time and knew that getting angry in public would be a self-defeating thing, so he didn't lift the table, smash the chair, or curse out.
Finally, I would like to thank "Cockroach's View of Own Survival" for always giving rewards during the long period of no rewards.