Early the next morning, Zhou Wen finished washing and dressing up, and said to Liu Xiaojing: "I have to rush to the county for a meeting. Do you two want to come down with me for a walk?"
Liu Xiaojing curled her lips: "No one wants to go to a poor place with poor mountains and rivers. I made an appointment with Sister Wang to go shopping."
Zhou Borui was unhappy: "I want to play."
Liu Xiaojing stared: "Little bastard, you want to go to the Experimental Primary School. I tell you, don't dream of transferring to another school. Just stay in the institution."
Zhou Borui burst into tears again after being exposed by his mother. Zhou Wen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He knelt down to straighten the two-stripe mark on his son's arm and comforted him with gentle words: "Good boy, don't cry. Captain of the Young Pioneers must be strong. No matter what,
Cry freely."
Zhou Borui stopped crying, wiped his tears, and looked at his father eagerly. Zhou Wen knew that his son was still thinking about the five bars, so he scratched his little nose and said, "Study hard, and you will be even bigger than your father in the future."
Only if you are an official can you be considered to be really promising."
After saying that, she took her bag and went out. Liu Xiaojing walked him to the door, told him to go early and come back early, then closed the door. Zhou Wen went downstairs. The black Santana 2000 of the Nantai County Government had been parked quietly downstairs.
It was extremely bright. Seeing County Magistrate Zhou coming down, driver Xiao Li hurriedly came out of the door of the unit next to him, took the briefcase from Zhou Wen's hand and said, "Happy New Year to Magistrate Zhou."
Zhou Wen smiled and said: "Happy New Year, thank you for your hard work on New Year's Day."
Xiao Li said: "That's right, I don't have a wife anyway."
Zhou Wen laughed. He personally promoted this young man Xiao Li. He was a veteran and had excellent military qualities and driving skills. In such a complex environment as Nantai County, direct descendants must be used.
The snow on the road had melted, and the black Santana sped towards Nantai County. He arrived at the county seat an hour later, but instead of going to the county government, he stopped at the back wall of the county party committee guest house. An off-road vehicle with a public security license plate had already parked.
On the roadside, when he saw County Magistrate Zhou's car arriving, Sun Jihai got out of the car, briefly shook hands with Zhou Wen, and said softly: "I'm in 302, and I've been living here for less than half a month."
Zhou Wen remained calm: "I understand."
Sun Jihai handed the car keys to County Magistrate Zhou, nodded and got into Santana. Xiao Li hesitated and said: "Bureau Sun, would you like to wait for Magistrate Zhou?"
After Santana left quietly, Zhou Wen entered the county party committee guest house through the back door. Since it was the New Year's Day holiday, the guest house was empty, so he went directly to the third floor and knocked on the door of room 302.
The door opened, and Baina stood in the door with a look of astonishment. She immediately reacted and threw herself into Zhou Wen's arms. Zhou Wen hurriedly looked at both ends of the corridor, but fortunately no one saw him.
"Don't be like this, go in and talk." Zhou Wen quickly pushed Baina into the room.
The heating in the guest house was fully heated. Baina only wore a low-cut T-shirt. Her proud figure was clearly visible, especially her slim waist, which was completely different from Liu Xiaojing's waist.
, the room was very hot, Zhou Wen was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say, but Baina was very natural: "I knew you would come."
Zhou Wen said sarcastically: "Why do you say that?"
"Humph, I won't tell you." Baina blinked mischievously, and when she saw Zhou Wen's embarrassed look, she said faintly: "I have lived in Nantai County for so long just to wait for you."
Zhou Wen looked at Bain Na silently for a minute. Suddenly, blood came out of his nostrils. Baina was so frightened that while looking for a tissue, she asked: "Is it okay? Call an ambulance."
Zhou Wen turned his head to the sky, waved his hands and said: "No, it's not serious, who asked you to dress so provocatively?"
"You're still talking too much. It's dry. You're angry. Let me wipe it for you." Bai Na used a tissue to wipe the blood under Zhou Wen's nose. The two of them got very close to each other. Slowly, Bai Na
Her hand stopped, and time seemed to stand still. The two people got closer and closer, Baina's eyes became more and more blurred, and Zhou Wen's breathing became more and more rapid...
Suddenly, Baina pushed Zhou Wen away, ran to the desk, took out her notebook and said, "I have dug up a lot of news during this period, some of which are about you. They are very interesting. It's still early, why don't we go down together?
Walk?"
Zhou Wen hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, I just happened to be driving here."
The two left the guest house, got on the off-road vehicle, and drove towards Kushuijing. Although the snow in the city had been cleared, the countryside was still white and the roads were muddy. Fortunately, this was a high-chassis four-wheel drive.
It's an off-road vehicle, otherwise it might end up dead.
Under Baina's guidance, the off-road vehicle went more and more remote, and finally arrived outside Xiamapo Village. On the endless white snow, withered grass stems swayed in the wind. In the distance was an earth-yellow village, a few wisps of it.
The smoke showed a little life, but there was a deep ditch in front of it. The car couldn't drive through it. The two got out of the car and walked through the snow up to their ankles. Baina was wearing snow boots and a bright red down jacket, walking in the snow.
Like a cheerful little bear, Zhou Wenke, who was wearing leather shoes and trousers, suffered a disaster. His pants and shoes were all wet.
After finally catching up with Baina, Zhou Wen was shocked to find that in front of him was a shrine built of rammed earth, and what was enshrined in the shrine was not the Bodhisattva, Buddha, or the Lord of the Land, but his own photo.
"What's going on?" Zhou Wen, who had always been calm and composed, was shocked. The person in the shrine was wearing a suit and had a solemn expression. It was clearly a news photo cut out from a newspaper, and it was covered with a layer of transparent plastic paper.
, there is an incense burner in front, and a few unburned incense sticks are inserted in the incense burner. It seems that the incense is quite strong.
"Hee hee, Zhou Wen, you have become a land lord." Baina took out her SLR camera and directed, "Let's take a photo with your statue."
"Nonsense." Zhou Wen reached out to pull the photo in the shrine, but Baina was too late to stop him. Zhou Wen was about to tear up the photo, but realized it was his own photo, put it down angrily, and said heartbrokenly: "This is not a personality cult.
Well, it would be terrible if someone with ulterior motives finds out."
Baina said: "I don't think so. This is the people's recognition and love for you."
Zhou Wen smiled bitterly and said: "How can this be love? It's clearly to harm me. Is this the big news you discovered?"
Baina said: "Yes, I'm going to write it into the internal reference."
"No, I still want to live for two more years." Just as he was saying this, an old man came from the direction of the village and saw two strangers standing in front of the shrine. He looked at them suspiciously and suddenly exclaimed:
"County Magistrate Zhou, you are County Magistrate Zhou! Zhou Qingtian!"
Baina chuckled, and Zhou Wen replied helplessly: "Old man, I am Zhou Wen. You posted this photo here?"
After some inquiries, we learned that the old man’s son injured someone during a conflict that prevented the Xuanwu Group from acquiring land, and was wanted by the County Public Security Bureau. He is currently on the run. The Spring Festival is about to come, and the family cannot be reunited.
They had no choice but to offer Zhou Qingtian’s photo. On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, they came to offer incense and pray, hoping that Zhou Qingtian would bless him and allow his son to come home as soon as possible so that the Xuanwu Group’s land expropriation money could be given more so that the family could have enough food.
Food, no longer suffering from poverty.
Zhou Wen felt very unhappy. He and Baina accompanied the old man into the village. Today's Xiamapo Village is even more depressed than the last time he accompanied Mr. Ye. There is no life in the village. Even the dogs at the entrance of the village are wilted.
He hid behind the pile of firewood with his tail on his tail and stopped calling when strangers came into the village.
The old man's home was still a rammed-earth house, cold and dark. A dying old man lay on a broken wooden bed. The original-color quilt was as tattered as a fishing net. There were no lights or TV sets in the house, and all the belongings were added.
It won't cost more than a hundred dollars together.
"County Magistrate Zhou, please sit down and I'll make tea for you." The old lady was about to go to the pot house when she was stopped by Zhou Wen: "Old man, we don't drink water."
"How can we not drink some hot tea on a cold day?" The old man was very stubborn and insisted on going to the pot house, scooping half of the pot of water with a ladle, then lighting the straw with a match and stuffing it into the stove pit, and pulling the bellows to ignite the firewood.
During this period, Zhou Wen and Baina chatted with the old man in the pot house. Finally, the water boiled. The old man took a large porcelain bowl, wiped it with a dirty hand towel, and scooped out two bowls of hot water.
Serve to two guests.
Baina held the bowl and blew it but didn't dare to drink. Zhou Wen took a few sips generously and comforted the old man with kind words. He assured that the old man's son would be fine, and finally gave him three hundred yuan.
The old man just left.
On the way back, both of them were silent. In the past, every time they went to the countryside for inspection, the countryside always had to arrange arrangements in advance, clean up, and try to select farmers who were not too bad for the leaders to visit. With such a miserable scene like today, even Zhou Wen was
First time seeing it.
"We must acquire land and build a factory without delay." Zhou Wen suddenly stopped the car on the side of the road and said these words.
…
After returning to the county, Zhou Wen first went to meet Secretary Xu, and then convened a meeting of the Standing Committee. He proposed to increase the intensity of work, work hard, implement every task, and strive to build the industrial park as soon as possible and pick up the harvest as soon as possible.
Drop the hat of the extremely poor households in Kushuijing Township.
In private, Zhou Wen wrote another article titled "How to Solve Problems in Rural Land Acquisition" and commissioned Baina to take it to the province. The theme of the article was that it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish. He suggested that Xuanwu
The group must reach a certain ratio of local workers in land acquisition and even in the construction of the industrial park, and must sign a formal employment contract. After the industrial park is completed, the county will provide policy support. All local workers working in the industrial park can transfer to urban non-agricultural household registration.
, and these must be written into the terms of the contract and implemented strictly and conscientiously.
Zhou Wen has thought of these ideas for a long time, but he has never compiled decent written materials. He writes quickly and has good writing skills. Even Baina was full of praise for the article he wrote after staying up all night. Farmers who have lost their land are most worried.
They are nothing more than livelihood, livelihood, and future. Zhou Wen’s plan has already planned for them, such as urban household registration and fixed jobs. Both of these costs are not high, but they can effectively solve the farmers’ worries. They have to