"As the saying goes, 'If you don't make decisions for the people when you are an official, it is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes.' This sentence was said by Qipin Zhimaguan. He is a county official. This sentence can be understood as saying that he is talking about himself, or it can be understood that he is talking about himself.
An exhortation to other officials.”
"The county official wants to go home to sell sweet potatoes, so it doesn't matter if an official like him doesn't do it. If we really want to take it seriously, I think the leaders at the municipal level are the officials, right? It doesn't matter if the county official goes home to farm, but if the mayor also goes back
My family sells sweet potatoes, so this official position is a bit discouraging."
"So, I think leaders at the municipal level are officials, and most of the others are civil servants."
"Oh, civil servant?" The middle-aged man nodded.
"Yes, serve the people."
"So the mayor must not go home and sell sweet potatoes, otherwise it will be embarrassing," the middle-aged man said, "This is a sentence worth remembering."
Zhao Pufang noticed that the dark-faced driver who had been driving quietly glanced at him quickly in the rearview mirror when he said the word "mayor", but Zhao Pufang pretended not to notice.
"Yes, we are working under the leadership of the mayor. How to carry out work and how to do a good job is a big topic. There are issues of principles and policies, as well as issues of personal ability, that is, the intensity of execution and
The question of how to implement it.”
Zhao Pufang casually picked up the large bottle of water given to him by Li Guizhi, unscrewed the cap and drank a few sips, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Car riders and cyclists walk the same road, but their tools are different."
, the feeling is different, you see," Zhao Pufang said with a smile: "I am so hot and thirsty, but you don't feel anything."
The middle-aged man smiled and listened to Zhao Pufang continue to speak.
Zhao Pufang said: "You just said that I am young, that I have no experience and knowledge, and that I cannot form my own governing philosophy - can you understand it this way? However, I think there is a trust issue here."
"The leadership's trust in you, the trust of your colleagues, and the trust of the people are indispensable to carry out work." Zhao Pufang gradually became solemn: "If the leader does not trust you, he will not entrust the work to you.
If your colleagues don’t trust you, they won’t cooperate with you at work, and if the people don’t trust you, why should they listen to you and follow you? How will you carry out your work?”
As Zhao Pufang talked, he gradually began to feel that his thoughts were wild and unconstrained, his words were like beads scattered on the ground, and he was like a needle with thread, trying to summarize some of the things he had heard and seen.
, using the skills of observing words and deceiving people for money on the street for more than ten years, I vented those words with great encouragement, stringing together these "beads" of other people's thoughts and words one by one to form my own words.
"Confucius brought many students to the place between Chen and Cai. King Zhao of Chu sent people to greet him and wanted to hire him. At this time, the kings of Chen and Cai quit and surrounded Confucius' master and disciples in the wilderness.
, So Confucius didn’t eat for seven days and seven nights.”
"Oh, you're talking about Confucius' story of 'Chen and Cai must have enough food'," the middle-aged man seemed to know what Zhao Pufang wanted to say, and nodded and looked outside the car.
Zhao Pufang continued: "Zigong sneaked out with the belongings he carried and bought some rice from local farmers, so Yan Hui and Zhong You started cooking in a broken house."
The car was not driving very fast, and it was very quiet. Only Zhao Pufang's voice was heard: "At this time, black dust fell into the rice ball, so Yan Hui took out the dirty rice ball and ate it."
However, Yan Hui's actions were seen by Zigong, and he was very unhappy, so he went to Confucius to complain."
"When Zigong saw his teacher, he asked: 'Will a person with noble sentiments turn traitor when encountering the hardships of life?' Confucius said 'no', and Zigong said: 'We are all your students, teacher.
I have gained the trust of you, teacher, but people like Yan Hui should be like all of us and will not betray, right?'"
Zhao Pufang took a sip of water and continued: "Confucius replied, 'No.' So Zigong reported that he saw Yan Hui 'stealing' rice balls. Confucius said: 'Of course I believe my students. Every time you
I trust everyone. Yan Hui is a benevolent and righteous man, but you won’t lie to me, Zigong. There must be some misunderstanding. Why don’t you call Yan Hui over and let me ask him?”
"When Yan Hui came to Confucius, Confucius said: 'Oh Yan Hui, my student, teacher, I suddenly dreamed of my old ancestors last night. Could it be that the old ancestors were about to be raped when they saw our masters and disciples?
We are trapped in this place where no one can poop, and you want to be a saint to protect us? Hurry up and bring the cooked rice. Your teacher and I want to worship our ancestors. Thank you for your blessing!'"
Zhao Pufang's tone suddenly became a bit joking, so the middle-aged man next to him smiled at him, and the young man wearing glasses pricked his ears in front, with a rich expression on his face.
"At this time, Yan Hui knelt on the ground with a bang. He said: 'Oh my master, you must not do it. This is not good!'"
"Confucius asked strangely: 'Why?'"
Zhao Pufang said: "Why?" The middle-aged man finally smiled, looked at Zhao Pufang and said: "Comrade Zhao is really interesting."
As soon as the man with glasses heard the middle-aged man laughing, he laughed too, and the man with black face also drove the car slower and slower.
Zhao Pufang continued: "Yan Hui replied: 'No why, no why, when I was cooking, a little black stuff happened to fall into the rice. It was a pity to throw it away, but it was black and dirty and remained in the rice."
I was afraid that it would be unhygienic for you, teacher, so I ate the little rice with black stuff on it. How could the food that the student had touched be used to pay homage to our ancestors?'"
"As soon as Confucius heard this, he said: 'Well, well, dear Yan Hui, what you did is really a good thing. Go and bring me some food. Teacher, I have been hungry for a long time. Let's not worship our ancestors today, my child.
Hey, let’s have dinner!”
Zhao Pufang looked at the middle-aged man and said with a smile: "How to win the trust of leaders, colleagues, and the masses at work is a step-by-step process of work. As long as you do practical things sincerely, everyone will have sharp eyes.
I will understand and support you. In this way, I will strive to be able to fulfill the sentence of 'serving an official for a long time and benefiting the whole country'. However," Zhao Pufang continued: "After all, I am young and inexperienced, and I still need a lot of encouragement from everyone.
yes."
The car happened to stop. Zhao Pufang looked outside the car and saw clearly written in black on a white background on the gate outside - Wenshui Township People's Government.
It was around 5 pm at this time, when students were getting out of school and workers were getting off work, so there were a lot of people.
Zhao Pufang cursed in his heart: "Grandma, why don't plans always change quickly? Should I get off the bus or not? There are so many people, and there is no chance that a guy who doesn't have the eyes to flatter me will come over and get close to me, the local chief.
But I don’t know who everyone is? I was so happy just now that I forgot to tell this black-faced driver where I parked my car somewhere else. This guy has a dark face and calm skills, as if he has practiced it, but this guy
If you move the place again, it will become a bit unsightly. Come on, you must remember in the future that people cannot get carried away!"
Zhao Pufang smiled and said to the middle-aged man beside him: "I don't know if my words can explain the doubts in your heart, but I'm here..."
As Zhao Pufang spoke, the bespectacled man looked at a middle-aged man in the mirror and pushed the door open to get out of the car. Zhao Pufang could only change the topic: "We are destined to meet each other. Thank you for giving me a ride. I hope Wenshui will leave you a good one."
impression."
Zhao Pufang got out of the car as he said this, but saw that the man with glasses had picked up his mountain bike from the rear compartment, so he said to the middle-aged man in the car: "I give you a parting gift. Here, this straw hat is also
Never worn it, it’s new, keep it as a souvenir.”
As Zhao Pufang put the straw hat Li Guizhi gave him on the back seat and was about to close the car door, the middle-aged man in the car said, "Well, okay, I accept this gift."
Zhao Pufang saw the middle-aged man making a gesture to the man with glasses in the car and heard him continue: "Strong young people will make the country strong. Young people, do your best!" After that, he stopped saying anything.
The man with glasses handed Zhao Pufang a note and said, "This is... the boss's phone number. If you have any questions, you can contact me." After saying that, he smiled at Zhao Pufang, shook hands with him gently, got in the car, and left.
Standing on the street in front of the township government, Zhao Pufang took a deep breath: "Give me a pornographic film, and I can poke a hole in the earth. Give me a chance, and I will become a god and a dragon!"
"I'm here, I'm afraid of a **! A dog lifts the door curtain with just one mouth. I can travel everywhere, and no one can compare with me! Grandma's."
Although Zhao Pufang was ready and waiting for someone to come and talk to him, but unexpectedly, he stood on the road in front of the township government for two minutes. Except for two women who glanced at him a few more times,
No one noticed his presence anymore.
"Am I really a deputy mayor?"
Zhao Pufang bent over and rode on the bike, walking slowly along the road, not squinting but secretly observing the surrounding environment.
After wandering around for more than half an hour, he came back with some trivial things about the township government that he had gleaned from others and an acne needle in his pocket.
Using an acne needle to open locks is one of his secret skills. In addition, the acne needle can be used as a weapon in times of crisis to be prepared.
The front door of the township government was deserted at this time, and the door was open. Zhao Pufang pushed the car into the compound, drove the car directly to the guard room, and heard a hoarse singing voice coming from the guard room: "...thirty
Fifty miles is not that far, just tighten the stirrup and add a whip, thirty miles of clear sand and twenty miles of water, fifty miles to see my sister..." I thought in my heart: "This old guy is really a romantic man."
Without stopping, Zhao Pufang reached out and opened the door curtain. Zhao Pufang said, "Master Liu, it's so relaxing."
