Shen Tong received the instruction and called Zhang Liwei, director of the county party committee office and director of the government office, and notified the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau. Soon, a large number of people came to the backyard of the county party committee, and even Feng Yuanchen, who ran a canteen at the door, ran Came over.
After Zhang Liwei arrived, he asked the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau to immediately set up a funeral committee. The directors are Wu Jiangkai, the county party secretary, and Ding Qingxiang, the county magistrate. Cadres at the deputy division level and above are all members of the funeral committee, and cadres at the department level and above are members of the funeral committee, with offices under it. It is located in the county party committee office and is jointly operated by the county party committee office and the government office.
As the chief steward of the county party committee, Zhang Liwei seemed extremely calm and familiar with all this. He continued: "The office is responsible for publishing obituaries and notifying Lao Wang's former friends, comrades and related people to come to pay their respects; the Civil Affairs Bureau organized a memorial service ; The Historical Affairs Office is responsible for drafting eulogies; the Propaganda Department is responsible for sorting out Lao Wang’s deeds during his lifetime, and quickly starting to learn from Lao Wang’s advanced deeds; the county TV station and newspaper are responsible for news and publicity work; the public security and traffic police must also participate..."
Zhang Liwei arranged everything in detail. Shen Tong's hand holding the pen was trembling, whether because of the cold weather or fear. As far back as Shen Tong can remember, his grandparents have passed away, and he was only six or seven years old when he attended his grandma's funeral. He could only remember a few incomplete fragments, so he felt extremely afraid of birth, old age, illness and death. He was fine yesterday, but now he is a cold corpse.
Feng Yuanchen, the old organization director, could no longer control his sadness. He threw himself in front of Lao Wang's bed, bursting into tears and burst into tears. Everyone present was affected by the sad and miserable cry, and turned their heads quietly. Wipe away tears.
After a while, the National People's Congress, the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, and retired veteran cadres all came. The small guard room was packed to the rafters, and some senior cadres also started crying. The entire dormitory building was surrounded by a sad atmosphere. The sky was clear just now. In the weather, the northwest wind suddenly picked up and the sky became gloomy.
Wu Jiangkai and Ding Qingxiang had not arrived yet. Although Zhang Liwei was a lower-ranked member of the Standing Committee, he was the only one who could control the situation, so he dispatched the on-site personnel in an orderly manner. Shen Tong ran back to the county party committee office to report what he had just said. The matters explained by Zhang Liwei were drafted into documents and distributed.
Two hours later, Wu Jiangkai and Ding Qingxiang rushed over one after another. As if dealing with an unexpected incident, the two temporarily put aside their usual grievances and took command at the scene in a tacit understanding. The canteen became a temporary command post. Li Junfeng, the director of the Administration Bureau, seized this great opportunity to flatter him, moved the tables in the cafeteria, and moved in large square tables to form a conference table. He also bought snacks such as fruits and melon seeds. People thought they were going to have a party.
Lao Wang was lying over there, while his funeral affairs were being discussed intensely in the cafeteria, and there was no consensus on the following key issues:
First, regarding the issue of filial sons. There is a folk custom in Dongquan County that when a person dies, he must have an heir who wears hemp and wears filial piety. If there is no heir, he can be replaced by an heir of an immediate relative. This means that the heirs of the deceased will multiply so that he can survive when he goes there. Don't worry on the way to heaven. But Lao Wang is from the south, and no one else knows about his family background. Moreover, his wife and son died early, and he has no heirs. Wu Jiangkai didn't want to mobilize troops and mobilize people, just hold a memorial service to remember him. , but the retired veteran cadres firmly opposed it. After all, this was an old hero with great military exploits, and it was unfair to treat him like this. But when he proposed who should be the filial son, everyone was speechless.
Second, regarding the memorial service. Wu Jiangkai wanted to set up the mourning hall in the county theater, but the old guys stopped doing it. They said that Lao Wang was the vice chairman of the CPPCC during his lifetime, so he should be treated like a deputy director.
, the mourning hall should be located in the CPPCC courtyard.
Third, regarding the issue of the burial place. Wu Jiangkai wanted to bury him in the Fenglingkou Martyrs Cemetery. The old guys objected one after another, saying that the Martyrs Cemetery was all a mass grave for those who died in war. To put it bluntly, it was just a mass grave.
When comrades go there, they will not be able to rest in peace.
None of Wu Jiangkai's suggestions received support, so he reluctantly turned to the county magistrate Ding Qingxiang. Ding Qingxiang climbed up from the grassroots level, and his foundation was stronger than Wu Jiangkai's. This was not the time to be angry with each other, so he just slapped him hard.
He turned to the table and shouted loudly: "This won't work, that won't work either, so what are you going to do? When Lao Wang was alive, you didn't see you coming to visit often, and now that he's gone, he cares about these trivial things. Don't forget
, you are party members and leading cadres, we believe in Marxism-Leninism and are atheists, so why bother struggling with superstition. I think Secretary Wu’s suggestion is very good, just do whatever you want.”
Ding Qingxiang was met with heavy rain and thunder, which immediately overshadowed those old guys. They fell silent and acquiesced to this approach. Ding Qingxiang was quite proud that he had grasped the key points and achieved another small victory in front of Wu Jiangkai.
There was a heated argument here, and the guard room was not to be outdone, and they also started arguing fiercely over some trivial matters. Wu Jiangkai walked over after hearing the news, and found out that the argument was because no one dared to wipe Lao Wang and change clothes. People died.
Afterwards, you need to cleanse yourself and change clothes. This is a tradition left by our ancestors. There is no superstition or not.
Wu Jiangkai stood on the ground with some annoyance, pointed at them and said: "You just respect an old hero like this? If you don't even have this courage, what do you expect you to do?"
After all, the staff still stood motionless, while the people near the door slipped out quietly, which once again dampened Wu Jiangkai's prestige. After all, he was facing a dead person, not his own relatives, so he really couldn't do anything.
At this time, Shen Tong walked in with the documents. Seeing the frozen atmosphere and Wu Jiangkai's livid face, he wanted to report his work, but chose to remain silent.
When he learned why Secretary Wu was angry, Shen Tong gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to walk up to Wu Jiangkai and said, "Secretary Wu, let me do it."
Shen Tong's words instantly resolved the embarrassment at the scene, and other staff members also breathed a sigh of relief. Wu Jiangkai was also very grateful for Shen Tong's timely appearance, otherwise he would have lost all face. He patted Shen Tong on the shoulder with relief and said, "With you like this
Secretary, I am very satisfied." This was said not only to Shen Tong, but also to others.
Although others were disgusted by the flattery about Shen Tong's discomfort, this kind of thing was really not the time to show off as a hero, so they continued to choose silence, watching Shen Tong's every move, and from time to time glanced at Wu Jiangkai with their peripheral vision.
When touched, he dodges in panic and looks into the distance.