Xie Feng's words still count.

On Monday morning, he took several other team members to send Zhang Xuejun to Zhengjiawan Village, Jinkou Town, to take up his post.

The car headed west along the national highway in the direction of Jinkou Town.

Zhang Xuejun sat in the back row without saying a word. Previously, he also made a special trip to do a simple research. Jinkou Town is more than 34 kilometers away from the city. Adjacent to County G, it is a typical hilly area. It is not close to the mountains, it is not close to the water, the resources are very scarce, and there are almost no industrial and mining enterprises. The main economy relies on the tertiary industry and villagers go out to work, and it is one of the poor towns in the region.

Most of the young people in the town are away from home all year round. Middle-aged and elderly people who are in good health will go to the city or neighboring G County to do odd jobs, go out early and return late to earn pocket money. Those left behind at home are all elderly people in their seventies and eighties, and some left-behind children.

There are 12 administrative villages in the town, and Zhengjiawan Village is one of the three key poor villages in the town, located in the west of Jinkou Town, about 10 kilometers away from the town. Because the only way to enter the village are field roads, the distance is far and narrow, and the "village to village" cannot be passed here.

The road is restricted, it is difficult to enter and exit, some of the villagers' self-grown agricultural products can not be transported in time, most of them are rotten in the ground, the villagers can be said to have suffering, the traffic outside is convenient, the village is inconvenient, and it is difficult to run to a well-off.

It has always been the wish of the town leaders to let Zhengjiawan Village get rid of poverty and become rich as soon as possible. Through the continuous efforts of several leaders, and constantly striving for the above projects and financial support, a village road directly to the town was finally built. It is actually a road that is more than 4 meters wide at its widest, and it can only cross a dirt road for a motorcycle at its narrowest point. If it rains, it's all mud, and people often slip and fall when they walk on it, let alone vehicles.

A road is better than nothing. After all, on a sunny day, the villagers can still go out to sell some of their crops and make a little money.

Today is a good weather, Zhang Xuejun looked out the window of the car, and chatted with Xie Feng and them.

To some extent, Xie Fengshang was more nervous than Zhang Xuejun. Because, if Zhang Xuejun's poverty alleviation work is completed, it is he Xie Feng who has led it well; in case the poverty alleviation work is not done well and the ranking lags behind, Zhang Xuejun will return to the organ at most, and it will have little impact on him personally.

However, for him, Xie Feng is different. He has been in this position for too long, and he still wants to move up, and he also wants to display his talents in more important positions. If the poverty alleviation work is not done well, he will definitely not be able to move, and he will become the biggest unlucky person. But these words are not easy to say.

Zhang Xuejun: They are not fools. Each knows it.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes!

You must know that the rivers and lakes are deep, and one is silent!

There are several people in the same car, each with different thoughts.

Xie Feng and his entourage first came to Jinkou Town, and Deputy Secretary Xing, who was in charge of poverty alleviation work, had been waiting outside the town's courtyard for a long time.

Deputy Secretary Xing is also forty-one and twelve years old, a native of the city, and speaks Mandarin with a strong dialect. It is said that Xing is a high-achieving student who worked in a state-owned enterprise for several years after graduating from university. Although the enterprise is hard and stressful, the job is stable and the income is quite large, and the personal income tax paid every month is quite a lot.

Xing's father was an authentic farmer who wanted stability all his life. As they say, you can't just look at the present. Bring an umbrella and plenty of food. It has always been believed that public units are decent, that income is guaranteed in drought and flood, and that income is guaranteed. After all, an enterprise is an enterprise, and how can the public be reliable.

Deputy Secretary Xing couldn't resist his father, so he agreed to take the civil service examination. After passing the provincial examination, he was assigned to a unit in Jiangbei City, and was sent to Jiangzhou District for temporary training five years ago, and served as deputy mayor of Jinkou Town the year before last, and was promoted to deputy secretary this year, in charge of organization, agriculture, science and technology, and targeted poverty alleviation.

Deputy Secretary Xing and Xie Feng are also old acquaintances, although they are not very familiar with Zhang Xuejun, they both work in the same district, and they know each other when they meet. After everyone met and greeted for a while, at the invitation of Deputy Secretary Xing, they walked into the town office together, sat down, drank tea, and chatted for a while.

"Secretary Xing!" a person suddenly came to the door of the office.

Zhang Xuejun saw that this person was fifty years old, his hair was shiny, and he was tall, estimated to be more than 1.75 meters, with a tiger's back and a pair of eyes like lanterns.

Deputy Secretary Xing looked up, "Oh, Secretary Wu is here, come on, come in"

Deputy Secretary Xing brought the visitors to Xie Feng and introduced them one by one.

He first introduced people, he was alone, simple.

"This is Wu Shiren of Zhangjiawan Village, Secretary Wu!"

Introduce Xie Feng again.

"This is Director Xie of the District ZX Office, the leader of the district, this is Director Sun..."

walked up to Zhang Xuejun and solemnly introduced: "This is the first secretary arranged for your village in the district, Director Zhang Xuejun." In the future, he will be the first secretary of your village. ”

Deputy Secretary Xing continued: "Secretary Zhang is a capable person, he came down from a big organ, and his work ability is very strong!"

Then he looked at Xie Feng and said, "Secretary Wu is the old secretary of the village." He has worked in the village for more than 20 years, has rich experience in grassroots work, has no ability to choose, is charming in doing things, and has high prestige in the village. He is also one of the best village secretaries in our town. ”

"Old Wu, you can't rely on the old and sell the old. In the future work, we should give more support and help Secretary Zhang. According to the requirements, Secretary Zhang's organizational relationship will soon be transferred to the town. ”

"From now on, he will live an organizational life in the town and village, that is, the people in the town, you can't bully him!" Deputy Secretary Xing said with a smile.

"How dare you?"

Wu Shiren said with trepidation, "Secretary Zhang is the leader of the district, if there is any need, we will definitely be a bodhisattva!"

"It's not necessary. Xie Feng waved his hand and said, "We are here to work, not to be a master and enjoy happiness!"

What he said was actually for Zhang Xuejun.

Zhang Xuejun knew this, and hurriedly said to Secretary Wu: "You are a newcomer, please take more care! You are an old secretary, and you will need your guidance and support in your future work!"

After the meeting was over, Wu Shiren rode a motorcycle to lead the way in front, and Xie Feng followed behind in a car. Deputy Secretary Xing also got into the car and went to Zhengjiawan Village with them.

The more you get to Zhengjiawan Village, the more difficult the road becomes. On the bumpy path, the car crawled with difficulty. Due to the uneven level of the dirt road, the chassis of the car kept making a "creaking" grinding sound. Several people in the car clutched the handlebars tightly with their hands, fearing that something might happen. Especially in a few sharp and narrow places, everyone sat cautiously and did not dare to make a sound.

Wu Shiren rode the motorcycle smoothly, all the way to the gray, only a moment to leave the car behind.

When Zhang Xuejun wanted to find a motorcycle, he only saw a piece of loess flying in front of him, and there was a shadow of a motorcycle. Fortunately, Deputy Secretary Xing was in the car and would not get lost.

The car finally stopped.