It was very dangerous for the elderly to ride a motorcycle, so he did not dare to take the elderly on a motorcycle, since the health center was not far away anyway.
Zhou Qian has been following Qin Feng with her hands raised in front of her chest.
Qin Feng helped Grandma Li into the health center. He originally wanted to find Hong Yue, but Hong Yue worked the evening shift last night and was not here now. Qin Feng found another nurse to bandage and apply medicine to the old man.
After bandaging, Qin Feng sent the old man out of the hospital.
"Director Qin, how much does it cost to see a doctor? I'll give it to you." The old man said to Qin Feng.
"I told you, I'm the leader. I don't need to pay for bringing people here for medical treatment. It's free." Qin Feng lied to the old man.
"Grandma Li, please walk slowly on your way back. I've taken care of all the oranges on your tree. I want to give them away. They are needed urgently. You must not sell them to others, and you must not pick them out for sale again.
Do you know?" Qin Feng was afraid that the old man would pick out oranges to sell again, so he lied.
The old man left the health center with great gratitude.
After the old man left, Qin Feng returned to the health center and ran to the payment office to pay the money himself.
Zhou Qian has been following Qin Feng, so she is aware of everything Qin Feng did.
"Why?" Zhou Qian came over and asked when Qin Feng was walking down the street.
"What why?"
"You couldn't have eaten so many oranges by yourself, why did you buy them all? Those oranges cost 20 cents a pound, and they couldn't be worth 200 yuan. Moreover, you lied to him and said that you took her to see a doctor for free.
But you just secretly paid for her yourself." Zhou Qian asked a series of questions.
"You have a hundred thousand whys, how come there are so many whys?" Qin Feng didn't have much favorable impression of Zhou Qian, mainly because the two had a bad impression from the first time they met.
Qin Feng strode out, feeling very bad. He was not in a bad mood because Zhou Qian always annoyed him. He was in a bad mood because he saw Grandma Li selling oranges at such an old age and living so hard.
, so humble, he kept thinking in his mind why this happened.
"Are you familiar with her? Why do you want to help her like this?" Zhou Qian kept asking Qin Feng.
Qin Feng was impatient with Zhou Qian's question and stopped, turned around and said to Zhou Qian: "If she were your grandma, what would you do if you saw her like this?"
"Ah?" Zhou Qian was stunned.
"She is seventy-three years old this year. Her son died in a car accident two years ago, her daughter-in-law remarried, and her husband also jumped to his death a few months ago. Not only is she incapable of working, she also suffered from a serious illness last year. Now
He is still relying on medicine to maintain his life. Just tell me, if this happened to you, would you help or not?" Qin Feng asked Zhou Qian.
After saying that, Qin Feng strode out, walked to the motorcycle, looked at the two big bags of oranges tied to the motorcycle, untied them, took out a few large oranges from them and handed them to Zhou Qian and said, "Try them!"
Zhou Qian was not polite, peeled the orange and ate it: "This orange is very good, big, sweet, and full of water."
"Like to eat? Then I'll give you these two big bags of oranges later."
"Ah? Don't you want to eat?"
"Oranges... Haha, everything is lacking in Bishan, except for oranges. The most valuable ones are oranges. Did you see it? The old man got up at two o'clock in the middle of the night and walked for more than three hours carrying it, and he broke his head.
Just for two cents a pound, you can't sell it." Qin Feng sneered, and there was an unknown fire in his heart that he couldn't suppress.
Originally, she thought oranges were quite sweet, but when Qin Feng said this, Zhou Qian suddenly felt that oranges were not sweet anymore.
Qin Feng said and got on the motorcycle. Zhou Qian quickly swallowed the orange and then sat astride Qin Feng's motorcycle.
Qin Feng rode his motorcycle down to the village. The first thing he went to was the family that had just applied for critical illness assistance today. Qin Feng went there to learn more about the situation. Before leaving, he took out 500 yuan from his pocket and gave it to the family.
Qin Feng walked in the village for a day, and Zhou Qian followed Qin Feng for a day, and then drove out of Bishan after dark.
Qin Feng went to the Shannan County Transportation Bureau again the next day and wanted to ask about the approval of the Niujiao Mountain road construction application report. However, after asking for a whole day at the Transportation Bureau, no one gave him an answer. In the end, he could only
Returned home angrily.
After returning in the evening, he went directly to Yang Delin's house to drink with several colleagues from the Civil Affairs Office.
Qin Feng worked hard during the day, and at night he would either go to Yang Delin's place to drink or go to Li Dejun's house to drink. He would get very drunk every time and fall asleep when he came back.
He arranged his time very tightly, so tightly that he had no time to think about Hu Jiayun. But when he suddenly woke up from a dream at midnight every day, he would still stay up all night.
Li Jing hurt him the most, but Hu Jiayun was the woman who caused him the most pain.
Qin Feng still went to work early in the morning, but instead of entering his own office, he went to Li Dejun's office.
"What happened? You came to my office early in the morning." Li Dejun threw a cigarette to Qin Feng.
Qin Feng lit a cigarette and said while smoking: "I encountered something in the past two days and I feel uncomfortable. I want to talk to you."
So, Qin Feng told Li Dejun exactly what happened when he met the old woman selling oranges.
"There's nothing we can do about it. Our place is poor, let alone her. There are many people in their eighties or nineties who still do heavy work every day. We are poor and will starve to death if we don't do it. What can we do?" Li Dejun also sighed.
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"I'm thinking, what should we do in poverty alleviation work? If the so-called poverty alleviation work means submitting a lot of forms every month, it is better not to do it. And the above-mentioned allocation for poor households every month is
Then a little money can't solve the fundamental problem. The poor will still be poor, and the miserable will still be miserable. Lao Li, I think we should do something more?" Qin Feng said.
"But what can we do? You? Me? Or Xu Guoli and Wang Yunfei? Some things cannot be changed by us. We are just little people at the bottom." Li Dejun sighed again.
"I can understand your thoughts and want to do something for them, but this problem cannot be solved by you or me personally. You can ensure that every penny allocated from above is distributed to those who really need it on time and in the right amount.
The merit is already immeasurable in one's hands." Li Dejun sighed for the third time.