When we arrived at Shaquan Town, it was completely dark.
Guo Aiguo, the mayor of Shaquan Town, was in his forties and in good health. His face was covered with sweat. When he saw Zhao Wen and Hu Jiaojie, he shook hands and said that now that the leader is here, we have a backbone for our work.
"It's dinner time, let's eat first, and then I'll introduce the situation to Deputy County Magistrate Zhao?"
Zhao Wen first shook hands with Liu Yikang and said that it was a hard journey, and then said to Guo Aiguo: "I think Mayor Guo needs a rest. In this case, you can ask other comrades in the town to come and accompany me and Director Hu downstairs.
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Guo Aiguo glanced at Hu Jiaojie, his face a little embarrassed.
When Zhao Wen saw him like this, he said, "I mean, you have sweat on your face, you must have just experienced the black demon wind and have a more intense job."
"You will work only after you rest. We will talk again after you have finished eating."
At this time, Hu Jiaojie said to Zhao Wen: "Deputy County Magistrate Zhao, there is a situation you don't understand. The town committee secretary of Shaquan has just been suspended. Mayor Guo is busy all alone, and it is a bit difficult.
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Zhao Wen snorted, looked at Guo Aiguo and asked, "How about this? Mayor Guo can find some fast food and deal with it first. Let's go down there and take a look. I'll eat with you when we come back?"
Hu Jiaojie said at this time: "Deputy County Magistrate Zhao didn't eat either this afternoon."
Guo Aiguo calmed down and said quickly: "Okay, I'll go with the county magistrate."
Zhao Wen was going to the village to see what damage the tornadoes and sandstorms had caused to the villagers, so Liu Yikang would not be able to accompany him. He saw Zhao Wen and Guo Aiguo and Hu Jiaojie getting on the bus in Shaquan Town and thought
After thinking about it, he returned to his car, closed the door and thought about something.
After visiting several natural villages in a row, Zhao Wen focused on inspecting the housing and living conditions of the villagers. When he saw that the people here were more accustomed to sandstorms, they had some security measures in place and there were no major losses. Zhao Wen and
They chatted about daily life and talked about daily life matters.
One of them arrived at a farmer's house. The family was having dinner in the house. When Zhao Wen, Hu Jiaojie, Guo Aiguo, and the village party secretary entered the door, the male owner of the house had a hint and lifted his shoes from the kang.
When he came down and asked Zhao Wen to sit on it, Zhao Wen sat down against the edge of the kang. He talked to the old man on the kang. When he saw the food on the kang table, which was a plate of pickled radish and a few cloves of garlic, the male host
He asked his wife to bring a bowl of thick noodles for Zhao Wen to eat.
At that time, Hu Jiaojie saw the hostess' fingers stretching along the edge of the bowl into the noodles. She glanced at Guo Aiguo.
As soon as Guo Aiguo saw this, he coughed quickly and touched the village branch secretary. The secretary said: "In his room, your hand reached into the bowl."
The daughter-in-law of this family smiled honestly and said: "It's okay, I don't feel my hands are hot."
The party secretary didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, and the daughter-in-law of the family answered simply. Hu Jiaojie and Guo Aiguo were a little dumbfounded, and they both looked at Zhao Wen.
Zhao Wen was talking to the old man on the kang at this time and asked how the harvest was this year.
The old man was over seventy years old. He didn't know Zhao Wen, nor Hu Jiaojie and Guo Aiguo, but the village branch secretary still knew about it. Seeing that so many people were standing, but this young man was sitting, he understood.
He was a high-ranking official, so he said: "Survival depends on heaven, plowing the land depends on oxen, and giving birth to children depends on people."
"I've been doing this for generations, and you'll get used to it after a while."
The secretary was a strong man in his thirties. When he heard what the old man said, he laughed and said, "Uncle Heiwa is right. This is how our rural people have come here for generations, right?"
When Hu Jiaojie heard this, she murmured in her heart, why is the level of this village party secretary so low?
Guo Aiguo became anxious and said: "Uncle Heiwa, the leader is asking you how the harvest is this year? How are you doing?"
"Good! The Communist Party is good. It has led the people to overthrow three mountains. We poor people have become the masters of our own country. We are no longer bullied by landlords and bullies. Now we can always have enough to eat. It is much better than before liberation.
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Zhao Wen asked: "Old man, what crops do we grow in the fields here?"
"The wheat from the Chinese New Year turns to the buds in the summer, and the crops follow one another."
Guo Aiguo said at this time: "County Magistrate Zhao, the soil quality in Shaquan is not good. Basically, we can only plant according to the actual conditions of each land. It is very difficult to unify."
"The sandy ground is like the bottom of a sieve. It cannot accumulate fertilizer or hold water."
"If you want gold to come out of sand, you need good fortune and water to follow."
At this time, the old man said a few more words. Zhao Wen looked at his turbid eyes. When he spoke, the few stubborn teeth that were blackened and yellowed by long-term smoking were exposed in his mouth. There were countless tiles in the room.
The dim light bulb was so dazzling that I knew I couldn't ask anything, so I said: "Uncle Heiwa, hurry up and eat. We have to visit other places. When we are free in the future, we will come and see you."
Old man."
"Half a year has passed since Guotou was on the kang, and the smoked chimney has grown strong... You are about to leave... go well..."
Zhao Wen came out of the house in silence and heard the village party secretary and the man of the family say: "That's the county magistrate. You are the second one. You have burned high incense in your house. You are a seventh-grade official!"
"Ah, the county magistrate..."
A few people walked silently on the night road. Guo Aiguo wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know how to open his mouth.
At this time, a strong wind suddenly blew, making everyone's bodies somewhat unstable.
Zhao Wen felt that he had originally accepted the mission and wanted to understand the impact of sandstorms on Shaquan. However, when the situation he just encountered at this family's place was mixed up, he deviated a little from the direction and said: "We walked a few
We also have a general understanding of the situation in the village, so now we go to Shaquan Village, and when we get there, we will go directly back to the town."
Hu Jiaojie said: "Okay, there should be people coming from Tuwa Township, and we have to rush there."
Zhao Wen checked his cell phone, but there was no signal at all.
Several people got into the car, and the wind blew loudly and softly. After a while, the car body was pinging and making some noise. Guo Aiguo sat in the front row of the car, turned back to Zhao Wen and Hu Jiaojie and said, "It's hailing."
Sure enough, through the illumination of the car lights, many white crystals fell from the sky.
"Nowadays, some people are planting corn and some are soybeans. Nowadays there are sandstorms and hailstorms, which will definitely reduce the yield. Alas."
Hu Jiaojie took over Guo Aiguo's words and said: "Deputy County Magistrate Zhao, our king has very little rain here and a lot of wind. There is a lot of hail at this time of year. But the moisture brought by the hail is pitiful. And it always hurts people.
Injuring livestock is very troublesome."
Guo Aiguo took the opportunity to say: "Deputy County Magistrate Zhao, Director Hu, and Sha Quan's situation. Your leaders have all seen it. I hope this time the poverty alleviation funds will be more implemented for us."
Zhao Wen didn't say anything, and Hu Jiaojie replied: "I will consider it."
Zhao Wen thought about what type of climate the weather in Shuoba City belonged to. According to Hu Jiaojie's meaning, why did it not rain often but there was a lot of hail?
When he was about to arrive at Shaquan Village, Zhao Wen saw a fire burning in a slightly higher place from a distance. There was a group of people surrounding the fire. These people looked like farmers in the village and looked at the fire.
They all lowered their heads, as if praying for something.
On the other side of the fire, there was a man dancing around with colorful paint on his face. He was holding a whisk-like thing in his hand, sweeping it here and there, not knowing what he was doing.
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Guo Aiguo glanced at Zhao Wen and let out a long sigh.
"That's asking the gods. I want the rain god to make some rain here."
Zhao Wen did not ask, but Guo Aiguo took the initiative and said: "In the past, people here were superstitious, and then they were banned for a period of time, but now, somehow this kind of feudal thinking has reared its head again... We haven't done our job well.
good."
Hu Jiaojie asked if he wanted to go down and take a look, and Guo Aiguo said, "I'll go down and drive them away. It's really adding to the chaos!"
"When there is hail, you don't go to the fields to provide disaster relief, but you dance here. What are you doing!"
Zhao Wen said no, "gods and ghosts should be respected and kept at a distance. At a small level, this is feudal superstition. At a large level, speaking in general terms, it is religious belief."
"When we do work, ideological work is the most difficult thing to do. If everyone's living standards improve, they will study more and read more, and their ideological realm will improve. In this way, some habits will naturally be changed."
As he was talking, Zhao Wen saw several people standing in front of him, and Zhao Wen recognized Cai Fumin, the village party secretary of Shaquan Village among them at a glance.
This Cai Fumin is very interesting. When Zhao Wen and others got out of the car and came over, instead of walking in front of Zhao Wen, he slipped into the crop field behind him. When he got to the middle of the field, he took off his belt and peed into the ground. He turned around after a while.
Lai came to Zhao Wen and others, wiped his hands on his body, and said with a simple smile on his face: "I just couldn't hold it in anymore, I peed once, and my hands are dirty, so I stopped shaking hands with the county magistrate."
Guo Aiguo frowned: "Lao Cai, what are you doing standing here?"
"Welcome your leader."
"Then we are here, why are you running away?"
"Didn't you say you have an urgent need to urinate? You don't care about heaven and earth, but you can't control me when I poop or fart."
Cai Fumin ignored Guo Aiguo and said to Zhao Wen with a smile: "Vice County Zhao, our king is in a drought and there is no water. You can't urinate casually. You have to pee all into your own land. No matter how you say it, the fat and water will not flow to outsiders."
Tian, do you think this is true?"
Zhao Wen looked at Cai Fumin and said: "We Shaquan, do you do this alone, or do you do this as a group? Is it like this often, or does it happen by chance?"
Cai Fumin said with a smile: "Of course it's often, no, it happens every time. I have a high level of awareness, but I don't know about others."
Zhao Wen said: "You are the branch secretary, and your consciousness should be the highest in the village. You should lead everyone to learn from you. Don't underestimate this pee, its connotation is very profound. If everyone in Shaquan is like you
, how many crops can that nourish?"
"Mayor Guo, please go back and inform the whole town about Secretary Cai Fumin's practice of saving water and irrigating his own fields. Combined with the actual situation, we must deeply explore the style of diligence, thrift, hard work and simplicity, and let the villagers of Shaquan be deeply impressed by it.
We should fully appreciate the role of Secretary Cai Fumin as an example and take the lead, and if necessary, we can promote it to the entire county."
Cai Fumin was stunned when he saw that Zhao Wen said so much calmly and didn't look like he was joking at all.
Zhao Wen asked Cai Fumin: "How far is Shaquan Village from here?"
"Three miles of land."
"You all came here?"
"yes."
"No car?"
"There is a motorcycle, but there is no gas."
Zhao Wen nodded and said, "It's very commendable. I traveled three miles to urinate here and persisted every day. What a good village party secretary."
Everyone present fell silent.
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