"County Magistrate Hu, the agricultural work in Chama Township is not very practical."
After Huang Haiping got in the car, he sighed softly, "Actually, it's not like this in just one place in Chama Township. It's like this in at least half of the county. The agricultural offices in the townships are just decorations. Agricultural technicians like those in Maziying Demonstration Area are like this.
The task of going to the countryside to help farmers cultivate their land seems to them to be a thankless task."
"That's why we have to change this situation."
Hu Fei nodded, "Of course, this cannot be reversed in a day or two. It has to be a process. However, the tea gardens in Chama Township are said to be doing well. We will go and have a look today."
"The tea gardens in Tea Horse Township were relatively famous during the Republic of China, but they have declined now."
Huang Haiping shook his head and sighed, "Moreover, their tea gardens are small in scale and their output is very limited. Just like cow dung wine, it is very famous in our local area, but the masses do not benefit much."
"Yes, this is a problem. It's no wonder that Zhou Min wants to promote soybean planting. If the industrial effect is not achieved, the enthusiasm for clarification will not be stimulated. This is a vicious circle."
Hu Fei nodded, "It depends on the situation. If the tea garden here cannot be expanded, we will have to think of other ways. However, the terrain here is still somewhat different from that of the Maziying Demonstration Area."
"Of course, this is the Luofu Mountains close to Lingnan, and the terrain is much higher."
Huang Haiping nodded, "County Magistrate Hu, just now the people from Chama Township said they would have a working meal in their cafeteria at noon, what do you think?"
"You have to eat, it depends on the situation."
Hu Fei nodded, "By the way, who did they arrange?"
"He's a technician from the Agriculture Office."
Huang Haiping smiled and said, "It is said that he is a top student who graduated from the Provincial Agricultural University. By the way, they decided the location of the inspection. County Magistrate Hu, should we choose another one?"
"No, let's go to the village they selected first, and then squeeze in some time to visit the tea gardens."
Hu Fei shook his head, "It's time to pick tea leaves during the Qingming Festival. You should still be able to see the beautiful scenery of the tea mountains when you go there."
Two cars were running one behind the other on a bumpy road.
Wan Xiang, director of the Chama Township Agricultural Office, hung up the phone and turned to look out the window. He had just called the Matou Village Committee and asked them to prepare for Magistrate Hu to go to the village to inspect the work.
Hu Fei has always liked to go deep into the countryside, and this is the case in Maziying Township. It is said that during the more than a year he worked in Maziying, 80% of his time was spent in the countryside and fields, and he could even call many villagers by their names.
Come.
This is a rare official who is close to the people. I don’t know how Hu Fei will handle agricultural work next. Wan Xiang took out a cigarette and lit it and took a puff. He was also present at Zhou Min’s report this morning. Let’s talk about Zhou Min’s report honestly.
It's already pretty good. There's really nothing worth mentioning about the agricultural work in Chama Township.
The only thing that can be used is the 100-acre tea garden in Ma Tou Village. However, it takes time for tea trees to grow from planting to production, and a mere 100-acre tea garden is too small for a township government. No wonder
Zhou Min wants to promote soybean planting. Soybean planting is the easiest to see results. It only takes three or four months to see the benefits.
As long as there are benefits, farmers' enthusiasm will naturally be mobilized. Unfortunately, Hu Fei does not seem to have the intention to promote the cultivation of soybeans in Chama Township. News from the county is that a township will be selected for a pilot this year. For this
There are no quotas, and I don’t know how many people are working secretly.
However, this is agricultural work after all. Even the county party secretary Yang Yang and the county magistrate Kong Zheng cannot decide who should get this quota. The decision depends on Hu Fei's wishes.
Ma Tou Village should be ready. I don’t know how many problems Hu Fei will find. Wan Xiang took a puff of cigarette and looked at the village in the distance. I don’t know what Hu Fei was thinking. The oil factory in the county can
There are too many soybean raw materials absorbed, even if farmers in the entire county or even Yongzhou City grow soybeans, they can eat them.
Directly promoting soybean planting throughout the county, agricultural data will inevitably increase several times within a year. This is also a major political achievement for Hu Fei, but he insists on conducting some pilot projects and conducting some surveys. This is not a waste of taking off his pants and spanking.
What?
Does Hu Fei have any difficulties?
Wan Xiang rolled down the window and threw the cigarette butt out. There had long been rumors in the official circles that County Magistrate Kong Zheng wanted to seize the Maziying Demonstration Area. Hu Fei also argued with Kong Zheng. Could it be that Hu Fei was worried that his own credit would be too great?
Too much influence, beyond the county magistrate and county party secretary?
Why do good people's livelihood projects have to be entangled in official battles? Wan Xiang sighed and looked at the Ma Tou Village Committee getting closer and closer. His mind returned to the matter at hand. No matter what, he had to do it.
It would be best if Hu Fei was satisfied with this inspection.
However, what surprised Wanxiang was that Hu Fei did not make things difficult for the Matou Village Committee. After hearing the report, he separated from the two people who came with the county office and went to the village to talk to the farmers.
Moreover, Hu Fei also followed their arrangement and went to the house that had been prepared long ago, while the other two went to other houses in the village. As long as they didn't make trouble in person, Wan Xiang didn't care. This was the case at the grassroots level anyway.
Wan Xiang was naturally by Hu Fei's side.
This visit lasted a bit long, and Hu Fei’s way of chatting with farmers was a bit special. He was able to talk to farmers about how much fertilizer is needed for one acre of land, when to kill insects, when to apply fertilizer, and how much rice can be produced from one acre of rice in a year.
Harvest etc.
Judging from his posture, he looks like an old farmer.
Wan Xiang was shocked when he saw this, and thought to himself, no wonder Hu Fei was able to achieve such great achievements at such a young age. He is really dedicated to his work. Over the years, have he ever seen any vice president?
Would the county magistrate talk to farmers like this?
Hu Fei visited four households in a row and learned that the situation was more accurate than what he had learned from the report. The current situation was similar to what was expected. The overall income of farmers was higher than that of farmers in the Maziying Demonstration Zone before, but it is naturally not comparable now.
Moreover, it seems that some farmers want to grow soybeans, but are afraid of not being able to sell them, and some want to grow tea trees, but the number is very small.
As the visit took a long time, Hu Fei changed his plan. After meeting Huang Haiping and Sun Zhou, they had dinner at the village party secretary's house. Sun Zhou paid for the food before leaving.
Wan Xiang naturally wanted to have dinner with Hu Fei. He could imagine the surprised expressions of the village leaders when they heard the news, and wondered if they thought Hu Fei was acting.
However, Wan Xiang knew in his heart that Hu Fei was not acting, because he had to go for a walk in Dili Mountain in the afternoon, and it was indeed too late. Moreover, Hu Fei didn't seem to care much about eating and drinking, drinking home-brewed wine.
Rice wine, gnawing chicken feet, chatting and laughing with the old branch secretary of Ma Tou Village.