Seeing the old chief pointing at the White House building with a trembling finger, Sang Jingxian quickly replied: "That is the office building of our county administrative center. It was completed three years ago and designed by a famous Shanghai architectural designer. It has a total construction area of 20,000 square meters. It is a huge area."
It has improved the office environment of the county committee and county government, enhanced the image of our county, and provided a strong guarantee for further work."
Lao Sang's introduction was recited in strict accordance with the draft "On Issues That Should Be Attention When Introducing the County Administrative Center" issued by the Propaganda Department of the County Party Committee. Unexpectedly, the old leader shook his head after listening to it. Teacher Sang didn't know where he was.
She said it wrong. She looked at Ye Qing in confusion, but Ye Qing understood what her grandfather was thinking. She said, "What the chief wants to ask is, where was that place originally?"
Sang Jingxian suddenly understood and hurriedly replied: "That piece of land was a cropland before it was requisitioned by the county. Beyond that was an old forest. During the Great Leap Forward in 1958, the county was smelting steel and building satellites. Those hundreds of years old were
The old trees were cut down and used as firewood. Going further, according to the county records, it is the cemetery of a squire's family in this county. This squire's family had three Jinshi, one of whom served as a minister of rites in the Jiaqing Dynasty.
Minister, Mr. Feng Shui said that their old forest is a treasure of Feng Shui..."
Mr. Ye closed his eyes slightly, as if he was no longer interested in listening. Sang Jingxian suddenly realized that he had said something wrong and quickly changed the topic: "If the old chief wants to see historical relics, the county tourism bureau is a good place.
During the Anti-Japanese War, it was the headquarters of the Japanese military police, and during the War of Liberation, it was the county party headquarters of the Kuomintang. Over the years, the building has not changed."
Mr. Ye nodded slightly, and Ye Qing ordered the driver to drive directly to the County Tourism Bureau. To his surprise, the place was in ruins. The main building had been demolished. The door panels, windows, and decades of decayed wood were all left outside.
The old-fashioned blue bricks that came down were stacked neatly, and some workers were using hammers to knock the cement blocks attached to the steel bars on the ruins. The decades-old Republic of China building no longer existed.
Sang Jingxian was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm really sorry. The original site of the Tourism Bureau was demolished to build a residential area. I forgot about this."
But Mr. Ye didn't seem to care. Instead, he smiled at Sang Jingxian and nodded to comfort him. Ye Qing also said: "The chief used to be responsible for operations behind enemy lines in the Huaixi guerrilla zone. He mainly wanted to see the old battlefields, old bases and so on. Sang
The teacher can introduce some such places."
Sang Jingxian thought for a while and said: "During the Anti-Japanese War, Nantai County belonged to the Huaixi guerrilla zone in the Shanxi-Hebei-Luyu base area. An independent regiment of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army sneaked into enemy lines to fight guerrillas. The commander's surname was Yu, his name was Yu Dehai, and his political commissar's surname was
Ye, his name is Ye Xuefeng. This unit is composed entirely of old Red Army veterans. They are particularly good at fighting tough battles. They have incorporated many anti-Japanese armed forces. Later, the Huaixi Guerrilla Zone became the Huaixi Military Division. After the commander was transferred, Political Commissar Ye served as the commander.
He was a member of the Central Plains Field Army and was later adapted into the Central Plains Field Army and marched across the Yangtze River to liberate all of China...Old leader, aren't you the one?"
Sang Jingxian, who was talking eloquently, suddenly realized that the old leader in front of him might be Commander Ye back then. He couldn't help but get excited. Mr. Ye also grinned toothlessly. Suddenly Sang Jingxian shed tears and said: "I
I saw your old photos in the memorial hall, how heroic you were back then."
No wonder Sang Jingxian lamented that in the mind of this old scholar who was well versed in history, Ye Xuefeng was always the image of a heroic young soldier wearing a coarse military uniform, a bullet belt around his waist and a revolver.
, are related to the emaciated old man with sunken cheeks.
Ye Qing advised: "Teacher Sang, the chief is thinking about the people in the old area and wants to see the development of the base area. As the people's living standards have improved, only the sacrifices of the older generation of revolutionaries are valuable and meaningful."
"That's right." Sang Jingxian quickly wiped away his tears and said: "Back then, the base area of the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment was mainly deep in Daqing Mountain. Now the camp is hard to find. However, there is a monument and the tomb of the anti-Japanese heroes in Yezhuyu. In the past, transportation
It is inconvenient and difficult to get there. Although there is no official highway now, cars can already go there."
Mr. Ye nodded repeatedly and gestured to his granddaughter twice. Ye Qing understood and said: "Yezhu Valley is relatively far away, and there is another place closer to the county seat. It should be the Kusui Well, right?"
"Yes, yes, Kushuijing Township was also the main battlefield of the Anti-Japanese War that year." Sang Jingxian introduced, "In 1944, the Japanese went to the countryside to raid the countryside. The people in Mapo Village, Kushuijing Township, were massacred by the Japanese in order to cover the wounded of the Eighth Route Army.
There are more than fifty people, but no one confesses. During the Cultural Revolution, Kushuijing was once renamed Tianshuijing. Later, after the reform and opening up, it was called back again for some reason. Alas, there is no way, that place is really too bitter.
There is only one well within a radius of more than ten miles, and the water that comes out of it is so bitter that it would be uncomfortable even for large animals, let alone for humans to drink."
"Teacher Sang, let's go to Xiamapo Village." Ye Qing said.
Sang Jingxian was a little hesitant. Kushuijing Township is the poorest township in the county, and Xiamapo Village is the poorest administrative village in Kushuijing Township. The head of the central government has come all the way from the capital. How can he give it to others?
Look at this? Doesn't this bring disgrace to Nantai County? Thinking of this, he hesitated: "The road may not be easy to walk."
"It's okay, we are all off-road vehicles." Who is Ye Qinggan's background? How could he not see Teacher Sang's worries? She then added: "Let the chief see the real old areas, it may be beneficial to our county."
Economic construction.”
When Sang Jingxian heard this, he nodded.
Ye Qing used the intercom to inform the driver: "Go to Kushuijing Township."
The driving car was a Changfeng Cheetah from the Jiangbei Military Division. In addition to the driver, there were Zhao Hui, Liu Ziguang, and Nantai County Magistrate Zhou Wen. When Zhou Wen heard the voice of the intercom, he was startled: "There is nothing in Kushuijing Township."
If it looks good, don’t go there." He advised.
"Why, County Magistrate Zhou is worried. Is there any hidden secret in Kushuijing?" Zhao Hui joked.
"No, no." Zhou Wen quickly explained: "Kushuijing Township is too poor to represent the economic development level of our Nantai County. I have a suggestion. You can take a stroll in the county and taste some special snacks.
"
Zhao Hui smiled and said: "Okay, County Magistrate Zhou, don't worry, isn't Kushuijing Township just engaged in land acquisition? We are not here for that matter, it is purely a private tour, the County Magistrate should not take it to heart, haha
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Although the air conditioning in the car was sufficient, Zhou Wen still took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead. The last time Kushuijing Township Central Primary School was hit by a windstorm, someone died, and it took him a lot of effort to calm down. Recently, because of the land expropriation matter, another person died.
There was a commotion. A few days ago, people from the Xuanwu Group went to investigate and clashed with the villagers, injuring several people. Now, several government vehicles suddenly arrived. It would be strange if they did not irritate the villagers.
Thinking of this, he quickly called Liang Dazhong, the acting head of Kushuijing Township, and asked him to organize the basic militia and cadres in the township to prepare to receive the chief.
Liang Dazhong was originally the head of Xiamapo Village. Because he was closely united with County Magistrate Zhou on the issue of land acquisition, he was promoted to acting mayor of Kushuijing. After he received the call from County Magistrate Zhou, he immediately became agitated.
Take action, gather the militia, prepare vehicles, and organize people to clean the house. At least chase away the pigs and dogs running around on the street, and pick up the sheep excrement eggs on the ground.
As the motorcade walked along, one could tell the difference in economic development just from the roads. The urban area of Jiangbei is a smooth eight-lane asphalt road, while the road from the city to the county is slightly worse, with a four-lane cement road.
After leaving the county seat and heading west, the road turned into a gravel road that had been in disrepair for a long time. It probably rained yesterday, and there were puddles of water on the ground. The number of vehicles coming and going was becoming less and less. After driving for an hour, we finally arrived.
When we arrived at the seat of Kushuijing Township Government, we saw a banner hanging above the road far away: Leaders at all levels are welcome to visit and inspect.
Kushuijing Township is really poor. The seat of the township government is a town in name, but in fact it is a large rural market. It just so happens that today is the day of the market. Both sides of the narrow streets are filled with stalls. You can buy everything, including pork.
Half a pig is hung on a big iron hook, cheap Walkmans are displayed on the stalls of the electronics store, colorful tapes cost 5 yuan for ten boxes, CDs cost 2 yuan each, and rows of chemical fiber knockoffs are hung on the stalls of the clothing store.
Famous brand T-shirts, including "Meteor Garden" and "F4" that have been extinct in the city for many years, can all be seen here.
There were not many people at the gathering. When everyone saw the convoy arriving, they all moved out of the way and looked curiously at the people in the car. Ye Qing has traveled all over the world and has quite a lot of experience. When he saw this scene
When I saw the simple rural market scene, I immediately thought of a similar scene I had seen in Kandahar. The two were so similar.
In the driveway, Zhao Hui joked: "Old Liu, your county is really backward. Do you know where I am thinking? Afghanistan."
Liu Ziguang smiled and said: "Come on, this is considered rich. Only when you go to Yezhuyu will you know what it means to be really poor."
Zhou Wen felt a little feverish on his face. After all, he was also the official of Nantai County. Others compared the towns below to Afghanistan in front of the head of the county. Isn't this a slap in the face? But this person surnamed Zhao seemed to
The background is not small, even though I am unhappy, I can only greet him with a smile.
Suddenly Zhou Wen saw a familiar face standing not far away. It was Liang Dazhong, the acting mayor of Kushuijing Township, who led a group of cadres from the township government to greet him. However, seeing that several of the cadres' faces were red from drinking, Zhou Wen
I'm not happy again. I've talked about alcohol prohibition at the grassroots level countless times, but no one pays attention to it.
The small cadres in the countryside do not have much power. The only fun they have is to drink a few cups. Today is another big market. Someone from the village below sent some chickens and bottles of wine. The cadres invited each other to drink. Halfway through the drink
The acting head of the township rushed over and said that someone was inspecting the situation, and he forced them to come over from the wine table.
Zhou Wen jumped out of the car, walked to Liang Zhongzhong and took a sniff, confirming that the acting head of the township he had promoted was not drinking. He was a little relieved and said: "What are you asking so many people to do? What are you asking them to do?"
What are you doing, Mr. Liang, come with me to the slope where you get off the horse."
Liang Zhongzhong was shocked: "County Magistrate Zhou, are you still going? Who are they?"
"Don't worry, you're not from the Xuanwu Group." After Zhou Wen finished speaking, he said hello to the village cadres and pulled Liang Dazhong into the driveway.
The convoy did not stop in the town, but drove directly to Xiamapo Village along a deserted dirt road. There were sparse trees on both sides, and the endless saline-alkali land was shocking. Seeing this familiar scene, Mr. Ye finally felt something. Ye Qing noticed,
There seemed to be something sparkling in Grandpa's eyes.
Suddenly the driveway stopped and the driver said, "Who put the big rocks on the road? It's so wicked."
A huge stone was placed in the middle of the dirt road, weighing over a thousand kilograms, and there were deep drainage ditches on both sides of the road, making it impossible for cars to get around it.
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Let me explain here. I made a stupid mistake earlier. The names of Zhuwangzhuang Township and Zhuwangzhuang Village in Dahe Township were duplicated in their names, and are now changed to Kushuijing Township.