Yuanlipo Village is a poor village in Shangliang Township, with a registered population of just over 100. It is even ranked among the most impoverished villages in Liangbei County.
When Qiao Liang and He Qingqing came down, they came directly to the village without notifying the countryside.
As the car passed by an adobe house, Qiao Liang asked He Qingqing to stop the car.
This is a very simple adobe house. Looking through the low wall, you can see that there are only three rooms. The somewhat dilapidated courtyard door is ajar, and an old man is chopping firewood.
"Old man, I'm busy." Qiao Liang pushed the door open and greeted the old man.
The old man's face was wrinkled, but his body still looked strong and healthy. He was chopping firewood with an axe, and there was a cigarette stick hanging on his chest.
Seeing someone coming in, the old man stopped and looked at Qiao Liang and He Qingqing doubtfully.
"Uncle, we are from the Poverty Alleviation Office, come down to the village to have a look." Qiao Liang said with a smile. As soon as the words came out, Qiao Liang couldn't help but slap his forehead. Before coming down, he forgot to buy some rice, flour, oil and the like, so now he came to the house empty-handed.
I'm a little embarrassed.
"What's there to see? It doesn't look like this all the time. I don't know where the poverty alleviation went." The old man sat on the mound in front of the door, filling his pipe with cut tobacco.
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Qiao Liang didn't expect that this old man was quite good at talking. He walked in with a smile and said, "Old man, it seems that you are not satisfied with our poverty alleviation work. There are indeed many shortcomings in our previous work. If you have any opinions, feel free to raise them."
"I don't dare to have any opinions. How dare I raise any opinions to you officials?" The old man waved his hands, took out the matches and prepared to light the cigarette.
Seeing this, Qiao Liang hurriedly took out his cigarette and said, "Old man, smoke this one."
The old man took a look and gave a thumbs up, "Good smoke."
Qiao Liang took out a cigarette and handed it to the old man, and helped him light it. At this time, Qiao Liang noticed that under the low wall, a child was sitting under the wall pier, holding a small child in his arms.
The khaki puppy stared blankly at the sky.
Qiao Liang was stunned for a moment, remembering that today was Tuesday, and the child looked almost ten years old, so he should be in school. Qiao Liang asked: "Don't the children need to go to school?"
"No." The old man took a puff of smoke.
"Why not?" Qiao Liang asked again.
"If you can't hear it here, you can't go to school." The old man pointed to his ear.
Qiao Liang didn't react at first. He Qingqing next to him said "deaf", and then Qiao Liang realized that he was a disabled child.
"Then why wasn't he sent to a special school?" Qiao Liang asked the old man.
"What is a special school?" the old man asked.
He Qingqing on the side answered: "Mr. Qiao, there are no special schools in our county."
"No one?" Qiao Liang frowned.
"No, the county doesn't have the conditions to do it, only the city does." He Qingqing replied.
"Wouldn't it mean that all the disabled children in the county have no way to go to school?" Qiao Liang sighed.
"Well, basically I have to drop out of school and stay at home."
Hearing this situation, Qiao Liang felt heavy in his heart. He understood that this status quo was not something he could change in a short time. Liangbei County's finances were too poor, and it was not easy to open a special school.
Next, Qiao Liang chatted with the old man again and learned that the old man had a son and a daughter. The daughter was married. After the son and daughter-in-law gave birth to the child, they learned that the child was deaf. In addition, the family was poor and the daughter-in-law was not alive.
He ran away soon after, and his son failed to find another wife. He went to work on the eastern coast, and he might not come back even once a year or so. The old man took care of his son alone, and he usually lived on the meager income from growing corn.
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After leaving the old man's house, Qiao Liang went to visit another family. In this family, the young man in the family did not go out to work. He was a strong young man in his twenties and thirties, because most of the young people here went out to work.
After working part-time, few people stayed at home, so Qiao Liang felt a little strange when he saw them.
When he learned that Qiao Liang was from the Poverty Alleviation Office, the young man just smiled honestly and said nothing.
"Didn't you go out to the city to find a job?" Qiao Liang and the other party sat on the stone bench in the small courtyard, chatting as if they were having a normal conversation.
"I can't walk away, my parents are paralyzed." The young man scratched his head.
"Are you married?" Qiao Liang asked.
“I can’t even dream of it.” The young man chuckled sillyly, “Can your government arrange one?”
Qiao Liang choked for a moment, unable to answer this question.
"No money, no wife." The young man said again dully.
"Many poor people here cannot find wives. They have no money and women are unwilling to marry. Some young men have no choice but to step in and become son-in-laws in order to find wives." He Qingqing said.
"So to change the situation here, we must get rid of the root causes of poverty and develop industries. Only when people get rid of poverty and become rich can the problem be solved." Qiao Liang said.
"It's difficult, what industries can be developed here?" He Qingqing murmured.
"Okay, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there is a willful person." Qiao Liang had a firm look on his face. When he saw the young man next to him peeking at He Qingqing from time to time and then quickly looking away, Qiao Liang couldn't help but feel funny and patted him on the shoulder.
He said, "Brother, you will have money, and you will have a wife. I believe that the government will definitely lead you to live a good life."
After visiting several households one after another, Qiao Liang felt very heavy when he left. The situation here is very bad. How many such poor villages are there in the entire Liangbei County? Poverty alleviation work has a long way to go.
"We must do something to lead the people out of poverty and become rich." Qiao Liang said to He Qingqing on the way back.
"County Magistrate Qiao, this is very difficult. To get people out of poverty and become rich, they need money and industry. We in Liangbei County have neither." He Qingqing shook her head.
"If work is so easy to do, why do we cadres need to do it?" Qiao Liang disagreed. The more difficult the task, the more motivated he was to fight.
When the car returned to the county town, Qiao Liang said to He Qingqing, "Stop the car to buy a fruit basket. Let's go to the county hospital to see the vendor who was hit yesterday."
He Qingqing nodded, and then couldn't help but said: "County Magistrate Qiao, you are really a good leader."
"How good is it?"
"very good."
"So good that you can't help yourself?"
"County Magistrate Qiao, you..." He Qingqing's face turned red.
Seeing He Qingqing's shy look, Qiao Liang couldn't help laughing. It was quite fun to tease this beautiful deputy director in her free time.
The car stopped at the entrance of the supermarket. He Qingqing went to buy a fruit basket. Qiao Liang saw a bank next to it and went to withdraw two thousand yuan in cash.
After the two arrived at the hospital, they inquired about the ward where the vendor lived. When they arrived at the ward, Qiao Liang recognized the vendor who was hit last night at a glance. There was a middle-aged woman in front of the hospital bed, wiping her tears.
Qiao Liang understood after listening to a few words. It turned out that it was because of the medical expenses. The family, which was not rich, made a living by setting up street vendors. The family still owed foreign debts. Suddenly, they encountered this unexpected disaster and the family was even hospitalized.
I can't even get the money out, so I have to borrow the money for the surgery.
"Brother, this is County Magistrate Qiao of our county. He is here to visit you." He Qingqing walked to the hospital bed and said.
Hearing He Qingqing's words, the vendor lying on the hospital bed was stunned for a moment, and then struggled to sit up.
"No, no, brother, you just finished the operation, don't move around." Qiao Liang said quickly.
"Master Qingtian, you have to make the decision for us," the vendor complained.
The middle-aged woman next to her was the wife of a hawker. She even knelt down and said, "Mr. Qingtian, my husband was hit for no reason and he still doesn't even have an explanation. You must make the decision for us."
"Don't be like this, eldest sister, stand up first." Qiao Liang supported the other party and prevented him from kneeling down.
"Master Qingtian, please make the decision for us." The middle-aged woman said while wiping away tears.
"Don't worry, I will definitely ask for an explanation for you. You stand up first. Also, I am not a noble man. I am just a cadre who serves the masses. When the masses encounter difficulties, it is my duty to do so." Qiao Liang said loudly. .
"Thank you, thank you Mr. Qingtian." The middle-aged woman burst into tears of gratitude.
Qiao Liang asked the other party to stand up. Seeing that both of them were a little reserved when facing him, Qiao Liang said a few words of comfort, calmly stuffed two thousand yuan in cash into the fruit basket, and then left.
Everything Qiao Liang did fell into the eyes of He Qingqing, and He Qingqing had a deeper understanding of Qiao Liang.
The two came out of the hospital and returned to the county compound. It was already off work time. After dinner in the cafeteria, Qiao Liang saw that the lights in Ding Xiaoyun's office were still on. After thinking for a while, he walked into the office building first.
Arriving at Ding Xiaoyun's office, Qiao Liang said: "Secretary Ding isn't off work yet?"
"There are still some things that have not been finished. Let's finish them first before going to eat." Ding Xiaoyun raised his head and glanced at Qiao Liang, "Is County Magistrate Qiao going out again this afternoon?"
"Secretary Ding is very concerned about my movements?" Qiao Liang chuckled.
"What do you think?" Ding Xiaoyun asked.
"Then I have to ask Secretary Ding." Qiao Liang walked to Ding Xiaoyun's desk and looked directly at Ding Xiaoyun. In Ding Xiaoyun, Qiao Liang always had the illusion that he felt Zhang Lin's breath.
Ding Xiaoyun felt a little uncomfortable when Qiao Liang saw him, and coughed slightly, "What does County Magistrate Qiao want from me?"
"Oh..." Qiao Liang came back to his senses, "Secretary Ding, I want to find you to get to know someone."
"who?"
"Secretary Yang Jinshan."
"Why do you suddenly want to ask about him?" Ding Xiaoyun looked at Qiao Liang with a little surprise.
"Just asking, it's nothing." Qiao Liang pulled out a chair and sat face to face with Ding Xiaoyun, and said bluntly, "Secretary Ding, I heard that Secretary Yang came from the municipal department to be gilded. I don't know what his background is."
Since Qiao Liang spoke frankly, Ding Xiaoyun was a little more straightforward and pointed upward: "His background is above."
"In the city?" Qiao Liang guessed.
Ding Xiaoyun shook his head.
"Province?" Qiao Liang guessed again.
Ding Xiaoyun shook his head again.
Now it was Qiao Liang's turn to be surprised. Is it possible that Yang Jinshan's background is still in the province? This guy is too awesome.
