Ye Lao's sudden death made everyone extremely sad. Yezhuyu is located deep in the Daqing Mountains, and the communication conditions are extremely poor. Ye Qing used the satellite phone he carried to notify his family. The capital was shocked and told them to wait for the next announcement and not to
Act without permission.
Mr. Ye was one of the founding fathers of the country, and he could not be careless about funeral arrangements. Soon his family would call back and convey the instructions from the central government. The funeral would not be held secretly for the time being, and the body would be transported back to the capital as soon as possible to make further plans.
Everyone understands the decision of the central government. The death of such a high-level veteran cadre during an inspection will not be very good. However, it is already dark and the roads in the deep mountains and forests are difficult and dangerous. If the body is carried down the mountain rashly, something will happen.
So everyone voted with a show of hands and decided to stop at Yezhuyu for one night and go down the mountain early tomorrow morning.
The villagers helped set up the memorial shed, and Lao Chengtou also donated his longevity materials. The body of Mr. Ye was placed in front of Zhao Ziming's grave. The old comrades who had not seen each other for decades were finally reunited. Shan
The people spontaneously picked wild flowers and placed them in front of Mr. Ye's funeral. After a short time, the front of the funeral shed became a sea of azalea.
Zhao Hui, Ye Qing, Liu Ziguang, Zhou Wen and others were all keeping vigil in front of the grave. In the middle of the night, it started to rain lightly. The candles in front of the tomb were flickering. The men kept smoking and no one spoke.
, Ye Qing seemed a little irritable, took out the cigarette case and pure gold lighter, walked into the drizzle, lit the cigarette, took a puff, then broke the cigarette, turned around and said: "Grandpa passed away peacefully, and was able to reunite with his comrades in his sleep.
It should be the most ideal way to leave this world."
Everyone nodded secretly. Mr. Ye was already a centenarian. He had been scarred throughout his life in the military, and all the organs in his body were on the verge of failure. Even if he relied on drugs and medical equipment to prolong his life, life was often worse than death. For the old man, being able to survive
It is indeed the best choice to leave peacefully before the death of a comrade-in-arms, accompanied by his children.
There was no talk the whole night, and as soon as it cleared up the next day, everyone carried Mr. Ye's body to bid farewell to the villagers in Yezhuyu and went down the mountain. It was easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down. In addition, it had rained all night, making the mountain road rugged and slippery, making it extremely difficult to walk.
The young men from the military division police station are all vigorous and fierce men on land, but they can't let go in the mountains. After several dangers, Zhao Hui became anxious and wanted to call for a helicopter, but Ye Qing didn't.
Pointing at the vast mountain, he said: "Where do you want the helicopter to land? Can't you lift grandpa's body up?"
Zhao Hui put down the phone angrily and was in a dilemma when he suddenly saw a group of people arriving in the distance. It was the Yezhuyu mountain residents led by Lao Chengtou.
"I'll see the old commander off again." Old Chengtou said, and grabbed the stretcher without any explanation. The mountain people were used to walking on mountain roads, as if they were walking on flat ground. In addition, they were familiar with the terrain, so they marched much faster, until they reached Tianjie.
At the village station, everyone shook hands with old Chengtou and said goodbye.
Head Xie of Tianjie Township had already received a call from Deputy County Magistrate Zhu. When a group of people appeared from the mountain road, he led a group of people from the township government to come over to help, but was politely and firmly blocked.
Outside, he saw only a stretcher being carried onto a van. He smiled coquettishly, picked up his cell phone and started calling Deputy County Magistrate Zhu.
As the convoy gradually moved away, Old Cheng took off his faded military cap and kept waving it until the convoy disappeared at the end of the mountain road.
After receiving the call from Township Chief Xie, Deputy County Magistrate Zhu immediately implemented the countermeasures discussed last night and mobilized students from several primary schools in the county to take to the streets to hold a welcoming ceremony. He originally considered sending middle school students, but due to the county middle school
Teachers have not been paid for several months, so mobilization work is difficult to carry out, so more obedient primary school students are allowed to take part.
"Mr. Ye is a revolutionary of the older generation. His sons and daughters are also in politics and the military, and they have a very high status. We must seize this opportunity to build Kushuijing and Tianjie Township into red cradle and revolutionary base areas, and strive to invite Mr. Ye back every year."
"Visiting relatives in the hometown." These are the original words of Deputy County Magistrate Zhu at the mobilization meeting. For a county-level leader, it is good to be able to curry favor with a big leader from the central government, even if it is to leave an impression or say a word.
If you plant a good thing, you must not let County Magistrate Zhou take over it all.
Although it was still during the summer vacation, the Education Bureau did a good job and made arrangements overnight. By the next morning, hundreds of primary school students had been organized, wearing uniforms, heavy blush on their faces, holding plastic bags
Flowers stand on the only road from Tianjie Township to the county seat. Leaders are also waiting on the roadside, looking forward to their arrival.
The sky was gray and it seemed like it was going to rain. There had been a heavy rain last night and the temperature was low. The primary school students were standing on the roadside wearing thin school uniforms. They were talking and laughing at first. After a long time, they became a little impatient.
There were some who were losing their temper, whispering, and making small moves. The primary school teachers shouted loudly and maintained discipline. Several nearby intersections had been blocked by traffic police. There was not a single car on the empty road. Everyone was looking to the west.
Waiting for the central leadership’s convoy to appear.
The weather suddenly changed, and suddenly it started to rain. The secretaries and drivers of the county leaders immediately took out umbrellas from their cars and opened them to cover the heads of the leaders. The primary school students stood motionless in the rain, listening to the teacher repeating the discipline:
"Students, we must carry forward the spirit of Huang Jiguang and Qiu Shaoyun, and let the county leaders see our excellent qualities."
The children straightened their chests and waited in the rain for more than ten minutes before a military-branded off-road vehicle drove over and stopped abruptly in front of Deputy County Magistrate Zhu. Zhou Wen jumped out of the car with an angry look on his face: "Who?
A welcome ceremony?"
Deputy County Magistrate Zhu was a little embarrassed. After all, he was a well-known figure in Nantai County. He was older than Zhou Wen in terms of seniority and age. There was no way he could show his power in front of him. He sneered, neither yin nor yang.
He said: "County Magistrate Zhou, the masses spontaneously welcome the head of the central government to return to his hometown to inspect the work. Is this wrong?"
Zhou Wen didn't even look at him and said directly to the education director: "Evacuate the students and take shelter from the rain."
The education director looked at Deputy County Magistrate Zhu and hesitated: "This..."
Zhou Wen glared at him fiercely: "Without organization and discipline, are the children just tools? Who is responsible for getting sick from such a heavy rain? They are playing the piano randomly!"
The county magistrate's words were so serious that the education director had to give in. He quickly summoned his principals and asked them to remove the welcoming team. Two minutes later, the motorcade finally arrived. It didn't even stop and drove directly in front of several county leaders.
Afterwards, Zhou Wen glanced at them again, jumped into the car and followed.
Deputy County Magistrate Zhu's face was uglier than the weather. He got into the car without saying a word and said coldly: "Go back."
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Mr. Ye's body was taken directly to the Jiangbei Military Airport, loaded into a freezer and flown to the capital. There would be a grand memorial service and funeral. Liu Ziguang and Zhou Wen put Mr. Ye's body on the plane and went back.
That night, the Xinwen Network broadcast an obituary. Comrade Ye Xuefeng, a long-tested outstanding party member, loyal communist fighter, outstanding proletarian revolutionist, and military strategist, passed away in the capital at the age of ninety-nine due to ineffective treatment of illness.
When Deputy County Magistrate Zhu and others saw this news, they vaguely understood that Mr. Ye might have died when he was in Nantai County. No wonder Zhou Wenfa was so angry during the welcome ceremony.
, I’m afraid it will really make people hate me.
The county standing committee was held the next day. Zhou Wen attended the meeting with a tired look on his face and sat there without speaking. Deputy County Magistrate Zhu and others cursed in their hearts: "What the hell, Mr. Ye's death is none of your business. What a mess."
It’s like a funeral examination review, what a big clove of garlic.”
After everyone had arrived, Secretary Xu of the county party committee said: "After being informed by superiors, Comrade Zhou Wen, the head of our county, and Comrade Cheng Shuanzhu, a villager in Yezhuyu, Tianjie Township, were invited to attend Mr. Ye's memorial service. This is an honor for our county. Comrade Zhou Wen,
You must send Mr. Ye off on his last journey."
Zhou Wen raised his head: "Please rest assured, organization, I will definitely complete this task."
All kinds of envy, jealousy, and hatred surged up in everyone's hearts. They thought that Zhou Wen was really lucky. Even an ordinary reception mission could put him on the line with the head of the central government. It was a state funeral, and anyone could pull it out.
It's a provincial and ministerial level, and Zhou Wen can actually bid farewell to Mr. Ye with these people. It's so fucking infuriating.
Secretary Xu continued: "Before Comrade Zhou Wen goes to Beijing to attend the memorial service, let us first arrange the work of the county. Moving on to the topic of the last meeting, do you have any other opinions on the candidate for the director of the Finance Bureau?"
Everyone was silent and just had their own thoughts. Secretary Xu said: "Since there is no new candidate, let's vote by a show of hands. Those who support Comrade Ren Changrong, please raise your hands."
Ren Changrong is not Zhou Wen's, but the son of Secretary Xu's old comrade. Everyone here knows this. Now that the county magistrate and secretary have joined forces, who dares to block the way? So they all raised their arms, and Deputy Zhu
Seeing the general trend, the county magistrate had no choice but to raise his hand.
"The next question is, according to my investigation, the problems in the county construction bureau are very serious, and the ideological work and professional quality of many comrades urgently need to be improved." Zhou Wen said.
Deputy County Magistrate Zhu became anxious on the spot. This Zhou Wen had gone too far to bully others. Even if he had to remove the Finance Director, he actually reached out to the Construction Bureau that he was in charge of. He immediately retorted: "The team of the Construction Bureau is still very effective.
of……"
"The combat effectiveness is the combat effectiveness of corruption." Zhou Wen sarcastically took out a stack of copies and said, "This is the material I have. The Construction Bureau has serious problems in the bidding and acceptance of many projects, resulting in the loss of national assets."
Millions have been lost, you can take a look at it." After saying that, he distributed copies to the Standing Committee members.
Everyone took a closer look and lamented that Zhou Wen was doing everything right and all the tricks of the Construction Bureau were in it. It seemed that there must be a mole in the Construction Bureau.
Zhou Wen was also unambiguous. He knocked on the table with his knuckles and said: "The leadership team of the Construction Bureau is no longer suitable for the current work. I suggest that they come down and study for a period of time."
Deputy County Magistrate Zhu said: "The Construction Bureau is a highly technical unit. The leadership team has been withdrawn. Who will do the work and who will be responsible. If there is a problem, you will have to bear the responsibility."
Zhou Wen glanced at Deputy County Magistrate Zhu and said: "Hong Hui from the Planning and Finance Department of the Construction Bureau has outstanding overall qualities, high academic qualifications, and a good public base. I think he is fully qualified for this position."
Deputy County Magistrate Zhu was smoking heavily. The Construction Bureau was the agency he was in charge of. If Zhou Wen touched his people, it would be like slapping him in the mouth in public. How could he swallow this breath? But the reason lies with others. For a moment, he also said
Nothing comes out.
The propaganda director of the county party committee coughed dryly and said: "Hong Hui, this comrade has never held a leadership position before, so I'm afraid he won't be able to convince the public."
Zhou Wen said: "Comrade Hong Hui was assigned to work in our county through the civil service examination five years ago. He has been rated as excellent over the years. Why he was suppressed and could not be promoted? It is because the phenomenon of nepotism in the Construction Bureau is quite serious, and capable people cannot be promoted.
, those who can’t do their job are holding on to their positions and won’t leave. This situation has to be solved as a last resort, how can we carry out the work in Nantai County?”
The Propaganda Minister picked up his tea cup and drank tea, and stopped talking.
"I agree with County Magistrate Zhou. Hong Hui should have been promoted long ago. He has been a leader in the Construction Bureau after several assessments by the organization department." At the critical moment, the organization director voted for Zhou Wen, who is Secretary Xu's person.
, I must have done this under the instruction of the old leader.
Hong Hui was the mole placed by County Magistrate Zhou in the Construction Bureau. This was already obvious to the lice on the bald man's head, but Deputy County Magistrate Zhu could only suffer the loss of being dumb and watched helplessly as everyone voted with a show of hands and passed.
Proposal to appoint Hong Hui as Director of the Construction Bureau.
Zhou Wen was so successful that he exchanged the position of finance director for the position of construction director. Winning the construction bureau was equivalent to cutting off one of Deputy County Magistrate Zhu's arms.