[This chapter was updated earlier, I hope you all like it]
The two of them winked and talked for a while, and Song Xiu'e was finally forced to leave by Zhao Pufang with a "I'll deal with you later tonight" look in his eyes.
Zhao Pufang scratched his head and looked at the "Investigation Report on Current Problems of Rural Farmers" in front of him, which had been revised more than ten times, and thought to himself: "What it talks about are the situations that I know about in the countryside and the urgent needs of farmers to solve them."
If you ask Jia Qian about all kinds of problems, he won’t say that I’m not pragmatic anymore, right?”
"However, it's better to find someone to polish it up."
Zhao Pufang was moved and called Jia Chunling: "Comrade Auditor, I have to go to the county in the afternoon. Do you want to give me a lift?"
Today is Friday, and sure enough, Jia Chunling said: "Okay, Mayor Zhao is really a living Bodhisattva. He always thinks about what the people are thinking. See you later, bye."
Perhaps because he was busy going to the countryside recently, Zhao Pufang had few opportunities to see Jia Chunling, and the two of them didn't talk much in the car.
The car window was opened a little, the wind was blowing from the window, Jia Chunling's hair was swaying slightly, and she was looking outside with squinted eyes. Zhao Pufang suddenly felt that he didn't recognize this girl who always chattered a lot.
"I'm going back to the bureau."
After a long time, Jia Chunling said calmly: "Maybe next week, the work report has been completed, and then I will go back to the bureau to make statistics."
"Oh, then I wish you good luck in your work in the bureau in advance."
There was another moment of silence. Zhao Pufang reached out to turn on the music, but dropped a notebook in the car. Jia Chunling picked it up and saw the "Investigation Report on Current Problems of Rural Farmers" written on it, and took a few glances at it.
, asked: "Did you write it?"
Zhao Pufang looked at the front and said: "Well, I recently went to the grassroots level and had a lot of feelings. I wrote a little experience, which can be regarded as a summary of this period of work."
Jia Chunling looked at it and said: "It's very detailed. Well, it's very simple. There are no exaggerated slogans or fancy rhetoric. They are all real data and problems discovered. That's okay. You, the township head, are still serious
It must be quite qualified.”
"Then please give me some advice first."
Jia Chunling looked at it for a while and said: "Well, this is really a report, not like an article. The wording in some places is a bit stiff, but it is also very suitable for your identity. After all, you are writing a report and not a literary work."
"Please polish it up...Really, I also feel that there is something missing here, but I am looking from left to right, and I can't find any problems. I feel a little embarrassed to let others see it. After all, the mayor is
My level is not that good, but I want to save face, and it’s a bit hard to talk to others, hehe.”
When Jia Chunling heard what Zhao Pufang said, she felt moved in her heart and said with a smile: "Okay, but I can't change it in vain. You still owe me two dances."
Zhao Pufang said: "Oh, I feel ashamed for what you said. I'm really sorry. I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight. I can go wherever you want. I'm at your mercy tonight."
Jia Chunling looked at Zhao Pufang's chin and snorted lightly, but said nothing.
The car stopped in front of the "Red Rose" hotel. Zhao Pufang looked at the words "Red Rose" and asked, "Is this a hotel or a ballroom? Why does it feel weird?"
Jia Chunling said: "There are hotels, dance halls, accommodations, KTVs, and saunas. Let's eat first. Why, didn't you just let me do what you said?"
Zhao Pufang smiled and said, "Okay, as long as you don't take me to the sauna and cook me and eat me tonight, you can do whatever you want."
The two of them went inside and found a seat to sit down, but Jia Chunling casually ordered a few dishes, and then sat there quietly looking at Zhao Pufang's manuscript paper, and then made circles on it from time to time with the pen in her hand.
Zhao Pufang looked at Jia Chunling and felt that this little girl was still very cute when she worked seriously.
"Can you watch it after you finish eating? This makes me a little embarrassed."
"It's no trouble, your report is actually very simple," Jia Chunling looked up at Zhao Pufang and said, "No, I didn't mean that. What I meant by simple is that your report looks very simple and is not a strenuous task.
But this is the material you collected after spending more than ten days visiting so many people. It seems simple but is actually not simple at all."
After Jia Chunling finished speaking, she glanced at Zhao Pufang again and said, "It's not easy to make something very laborious easy."
"I remember my professor said when I was in school, how can many profound academic issues be accepted by the broad masses of the people? Then we need to pay attention to the art of language. If you talk to people, you will always be arrogant, and people will be annoyed by it.
Even if what you say is correct and reasonable, no one is willing to listen to it."
"Don't you think that the more knowledgeable a person is, the easier it is to speak, and the less knowledgeable a person is, the more eloquent they are?"
Zhao Pufang had been listening to Jia Chunling's words very carefully. He felt that what he lacked was the kind of profound knowledge that the girl in front of him said.
I don't want to make it easy to understand, but I want to make it more profound, but I can't make it profound.
"Let's eat first. I'm not in a hurry. Don't forget about food and sleep. You'll make me feel embarrassed."
When Zhao Pufang said this idiom of "forgetting to sleep and eat", he was a little surprised, because he found that he began to chew on words, while in the past, his words were very straightforward. Perhaps, this was a manifestation of his own progress.
At this moment, Jia Chunling blushed a little. She looked at Zhao Pufang and said: "Who is forgetting to sleep and eat? I just feel that your mouth is short. I will correct it for you quickly. I will be fine. Do I really stay up all night to help you?"
Do this."
Jia Chunling's appetite was very average, and she only had a few chopsticks for each dish. However, she always looked at Zhao Pufang's big mouthfuls, and from time to time told Zhao Pufang to eat slowly.
When the meal was over, Zhao Pufang stood up to pay the bill. He saw someone as soon as he took two steps and hesitated whether to go up and say hello.
At this time, the man also saw Zhao Pufang, smiled at him, and Zhao Pufang walked over.
This person is Zhang Hui, secretary of County Magistrate Jia Qian and deputy director of the Huayang County Party Committee Office.
The reason why Zhao Pufang did not go directly after seeing Zhang Hui was that there was a woman standing next to Zhang Hui.
The woman was in her mid-twenties, wearing a brown skirt. She was thin, with black hair, but she looked quite pretty. She held Zhang Hui's arm and let go of Zhang Hui when she saw Zhang Hui greeting Zhao Pufang with a smile.
Because in the hotel, Zhao Pufang did not address Zhang Hui by his professional title in the past, but just said: "Hello, Brother Zhang."
Zhang Hui seemed very satisfied with Zhao Pufang's low profile. He smiled and said, "Xiao Zhao, are you coming to eat?"
Zhang Hui said softly to the people around him: "Xiao Zhao is the mayor of Wenshui Township."
When the woman next to Zhang Hui heard this, her eyes were a little surprised, but she stretched out her hand and said, "I often hear Zhang Hui mention you. My name is Li Xiaoli, and I work in the Industrial and Commercial Bureau."
Zhao Pufang gently shook Li Xiaoli's hand and said, "Hello."
Zhao Pufang asked: "My friends and I are having dinner. If it's convenient for Brother Zhang, can we come together?"
(To be continued)
[After finishing coding at one o'clock in the morning, I saw an editor**, and I would like to share it with you: From now on, everyone should not call themselves authors casually. Now that we no longer use pens to write, what will we call ourselves in the future? If you use a keyboard, please
Call yourself a 'key person'. If you use a touch screen, please call yourself a 'toucher'. If you type with your hands, you can call yourself a 'thug'. If you use a mouse, you can also call yourself a 'rat person' humbly.]
