While he was talking, the boy in the car rang loudly, and Zhang Zhengtong hurriedly answered the phone.
"Zhang Chu, I am Ren Shaojun."
"Ren Mi."
Zhang Zhengtong's sitting posture was slightly straighter.
"It's raining too hard and the road ahead is not good. We can't walk for the time being. What Boss Mu means is that there is a village not far away. Let's walk to the village first to take shelter from the rain and wait until the rain stops."
"Okay, let's follow Boss Mu's arrangements."
As Zhang Zhengtong was talking, the car suddenly slipped and the driver hurriedly stopped the car slowly. It was really difficult for the car to move.
When we arrived, the weather forecast said it might rain today, so we had an umbrella in the car.
Weather forecasts are sometimes really difficult to predict. When there is a lot of rain, the weather forecasts are often very accurate, but when there is little rain, the forecasts seem to be extravagant and are basically inaccurate.
However, today's forecast was really accurate, and the rain came very suddenly and very heavily, as if God wanted to vent all the grievances accumulated for more than half a year.
"Dr. Fang, you sit in the car first. I'll go down and take a look. There's an umbrella here. You can hold it first."
Zhang Zhengtong took an umbrella, handed one to Fang Le, said something to Fang Le, then opened the door and got out of the car.
After Zhang Zhengtong got off the bus, Fang Le also got off with an umbrella.
The road to Dongcheng County has long been dilapidated. If it hadn't rained, the car could have barely passed. But now it's raining heavily, and many places are quickly filled with water. It's hard to see the depth at all. It's completely difficult for the car to pass.
After getting off the car, Fang Le vaguely saw someone not far behind. Zhang Zhengtong had already walked over, and Fang Le also walked over.
The distance between the two cars was less than 100 meters. When Fang Le and Zhang Zhengtong walked over, Mu Xuehui and Ren Shaojun had also got out of the car. Both of them were holding umbrellas and standing on the roadside.
Unfortunately, the place where several people got off the bus was not far from the Wei River. Mu Xuehui was standing on the roadside, looking at the Wei River in the distance.
"They're all here."
Seeing Zhang Zhengtong and Fang Le coming over, Mu Xuehui stretched out his hand and pointed in the distance: "There seems to be a village over there. It's not too far. Let's walk there first. When the rain subsides, let the driver drive over to find us. Let's
This time I came down to understand the actual situation. I went to a fellow villager's house to take shelter from the rain and learn about the situation."
"It's up to you."
Zhang Zhengtong naturally did not dare to have any objections.
"Then let's walk."
Because of the heavy rain, both Ren Shaojun and Mu Xuehui had an umbrella each. At this moment, Ren Shaojun did not show any courtesy and stepped forward to hold an umbrella for Mu Xuehui. Mu Xuehui went ahead while talking, and Fang Le and three others followed behind.
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Mu Xuehui is fifty-three years old this year, and he was only 42 years old when he was born. Mu Xuehui’s generation has truly endured a lot of hardships, including war, famine, and great turmoil.
As for Mu Xuehui's generation, those who have reached high positions cannot say that there are no black sheep. Most of them are really conscientious and conscientious. They are the kind of people who really have the people in their hearts. They know the sufferings of the people.
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This is not to say that some officials in later generations were not good, but that after 20 or 30 years, there will be fewer and fewer leaders who have experienced hardships.
Just like a certain expert publicly explained to the outside world because of the international student incident, the country's current policy on international students is quite bad, and the annual fee per person is limited to 100,000.
What a certain expert actually wanted to say is that we don’t have any extra care for international students. Each person only receives 100,000 per year, which is very little.
But a certain expert doesn't know how many people in the country have an annual income of 100,000 yuan. Most people's annual income is 50,000 yuan, which is pretty good. 100,000 yuan?
Remarks like this will naturally only lead to a lot of scolding. It was originally an explanation, but the more it was explained, the more dissatisfactory it became. The typical example is why not eat minced meat.
Mu Xuehui walked in front, his waist straight, his steps steady, and his broad back giving people a sense of solidity.
The village Mu Xuehui mentioned didn't look far away, but it wasn't really that close when walking. It was raining heavily, and it took a few people almost twenty minutes to walk into the village.
Ordinarily, heavy rains in July and August tend to come and go quickly, but now the heavy rain still shows no sign of stopping.
Because it was daytime and summer, even though it was raining, the doors of every house in the village were open, and some people were still standing under the eaves at the door, looking at the pouring rain outside.
"Fellow fellow."
Mu Xuehui walked forward holding an umbrella, and only put the umbrella away when he reached the eaves.
It was raining heavily, and even though they were holding umbrellas, the trouser legs of Fang Le and others were already soaked through, and their shoes were already soaked through.
"Fellow, may I ask, which village is this?"
Mu Xuehui took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it over, asking with a smile.
"Majiawan."
Standing under the eaves watching the rain was a young man in his early thirties. The young man reached out to take the cigarette from Mu Xuehui, and at the same time looked at Mu Xuehui and Fang Le.
"What are you doing?"
"I was originally going to Dongcheng County, but it was raining heavily and it was hard to pass on the road. My car was abandoned on the road. I came here to take shelter from the rain and wanted to ask for a glass of water."
"Then go to my house."
The young man greeted with a smile: "I'll make you a pot of tea."
At first glance, Mu Xuehui, Fang Le and others are not ordinary people. Young people still have this kind of discernment, and Mu Xuehui didn't hide it. The car was abandoned on the road over there. Those who can drive it these days,
That's quite not simple.
After entering the house, the young man brought out the kettle from the kitchen and made tea for Mu Xuehui and Fang Le. Mu Xuehui also asked the young man about the situation: "Does your Majiawan belong to Dongcheng County?"
"Yes, it belongs to Dongcheng County."
The young man said while making tea: "We, Majiawan, belong to Gangping Town, and over there is Xicheng County."
"A few of you have tea."
"Thanks."
Mu Xuehui thanked him and asked, "How is the harvest this year?"
"harvest?"
The young man smiled bitterly and said: "It hasn't rained for most of the year. The villages closer to the Wei River are better off, but the ones farther away basically have no harvest. One acre of land only has half a bag of wheat. After paying the public grain, there is not much left."
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2005 was the last year to pay public grain. After 2005, the state completely exempted farmers from public grain. At that time, this policy really made many farmers cry.
For China, it can be said that the payment of public grains to the public has lasted for thousands of years. The elimination of public grains is really of great significance to the people of China.
It is now 1995, and farmers still need to pay public grain, but the public grain is not much, so it is not a big burden.
"Is there enough food at home?" Mu Xuehui asked.
"Enough to eat, enough to eat."
The young man smiled and said: "Last year's harvest was good, and there is still some old grain, so I won't go hungry. I just worked hard for a year in vain."
"The situation in Murakami is basically the same?"
"The situation of most families is the same as ours. Some families have more people, or they sold old grain last year. The family will definitely be in a tighter situation this year."
As the young man spoke, he asked curiously: "Let me ask, what on earth do you do?"
"What do you think we do?" Mu Xuehui asked.
"I think you guys look like officials."
The young man guessed with a smile.
"Have you ever seen officials like us?"
Mu Xuehui stretched out his soaked legs.
"It doesn't look like that. Are you doing business?"
"That's right."
Mu Xuehui nodded and glanced outside again. The heavy rain was still falling. It had been raining for almost an hour.
"Xiao Gang!"
The young man was chatting with Fang Le and others when suddenly a man rushed in from outside in the heavy rain.
"sister in law."
The young man hurriedly greeted him and helped him into the house.
When the other party entered the house, Fang Le and others noticed that the woman who came in had a pregnant belly and looked like she was about to give birth.
"Xiao Gang, let me hide in the cellar for a while."
The woman entered the room, but she didn't care to breathe and said to the young man.
"Sister-in-law, you are about to give birth, and they still won't let you go?"
The young man immediately became angry.
"what happened?"
Mu Xuehui asked.
"My sister-in-law has her second child. She has been hiding outside before. She came back secretly because she had no choice but to give birth. She is about to give birth. I thought I could show some kindness, but I didn't expect that people are still watching her all day long."
With that said, the young man said to Mu Xuehui and Fang Le: "You guys drink tea first, I will take my sister-in-law to hide for a while."?