Qiu Houjun, a tofu maker, lives in four groups, the farthest.

Zhenhua went to buy tofu and Qianzhang first, but there was no more tofu, only Qianzhang and dried tofu.

After buying it, Zhenhua said: "This is the village secretary Zheng Huailiang asked me to buy it, Uncle Qiu, you bring the account book, I will keep the account and sign." ”

Qiu Houjun smiled and said, "You take it first, and I'll record it in the village's account myself." ”

Zhenhua smiled in his heart, it seemed that what his father said was good, so he said: "No, Uncle Qiu, the secretary said, in the future, if you buy things on credit, whoever handles it must sign the account." ”

Qiu Houjun ran out of options, took out the account book with a black face, turned to the accounts in the village, and asked Zhenhua to keep the accounts by himself.

Zhenhua remembers in detail, every day of a certain year and month, Zheng Huailiang, the village party secretary, let himself buy how many thousands of dried tofu, how much respectively, how much in total, and finally signed.

After coming out of the tofu maker's house, Zhenhua went to buy tobacco, alcohol and pork.

Sure enough, Qi Liangzhu and Wang Xiang, like Qiu Houjun, were very polite, and said to Zhenhua: "You take it, I'll keep the account myself!"

Zhenhua insisted on keeping his own accounts, one by one, clearly.

Wang Xiang squinted, looked at Zhenhua bookkeeping, and said: "Zhenhua, what do you remember so clearly? Just keep a number! If I keep accounts like you, I won't have to work all day." ”

Zhenhua remembered it, then turned over Wang Xiang's account book, and said with a smile: "Uncle Xiang, the account you recorded for Murakami, and there is no date for signing or not, can you find Murakami to get the money?

Wang Xiang glared: "Every year, the settlement is to offset the agricultural tax." I still want to pay their agricultural taxes!"

Zhenhua nodded, smiling without saying a word.

After buying things, Zhenhua sent them to Zheng Huailiang's house from the dirt road behind the house.

Walking on the road, I happened to meet Zhang Xin, the village cashier.

Zhenhua deliberately tested it and said, "Accountant Zhang, the secretary asked me to buy the vegetables, I will give you an account, you can write it down." ”

Zhang Xin waved his hand: "Remember a fart, they are all from the village, and when they collect agricultural taxes next year, they will offset the account!"

Zhenhua stopped talking.

The village doesn't keep accounts, how much you owe to others, people have the final say, it's strange if you don't keep black accounts!

But these things have nothing to do with Zhenhua. He is only a private teacher, not a village cadre, and village affairs have nothing to do with him.

Zhenhua and Zhang Xin came to Zheng Huailiang's house together to help Zheng Huailiang's wife Sister Tang cook dinner.

Sister Tang's name is Sister Tang, and her big name is Sister Tang. Of course, Zhenhua can't be called Sister Tang, Aunt Tang.

While cooking dinner, Sister Tang muttered and said with a straight face: "I don't even know what Zheng Huailiang is doing as this secretary! All year round, I didn't see him making money, but I saw his family sticking money." Every time the gang is at my house, I can't afford to stick the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar and the grass in the pot!"

Zhenhua and Zhang Xin squatted on the ground peeling peanuts and garlic, and they didn't know how to comfort Sister Tang, they just glanced at each other and smiled awkwardly.

Xu Jin was very cunning, knowing that Sister Tang had a bad temper, and he didn't want to see Sister Tang's face, so he took a few teachers to chat in the school office until it was getting dark, and then he came over to eat.

Zheng Huailiang also came back with a few village cadres, their faces were not good-looking, and their faces were sad.

Needless to say, the collection of agricultural taxes is far from ideal.

Sister Tang had a straight face and yelled at Zheng Huailiang: "The dish is cooked, come and serve the food!"

Zhenhua and Zhang Xin went to serve the food, and Zheng Huailiang beckoned everyone to sit down.

Everyone was seated, and the table was full.

Zhenhua is the youngest, and he sits down to pour wine for everyone.

Zheng Huailiang picked up his wine glass and said, "Our elites in Dongwan Village have gathered today, come, let's have a drink first!"

Zhenhua picked up the wine glass and smiled self-deprecatingly in his heart, he didn't expect that he would also become the elite of Dongwan Village!

The elites collectively toasted, each putting down his glass and eating.

Zhenhua found that except for Zheng Huailiang, the food of these village cadres was not good-looking, like hungry wolves.

Zheng Huailiang sighed and said, "Our village cadres are actually not as good as your teachers. Although the teachers' salaries are not much, they are paid every month. The salaries of our village cadres are about the same as those of private teachers, but they have been in arrears for a year!"

"Secretary Zheng has worked hard, and the credit is high!" Xu Jin raised his glass of comfort with a glass of comfort.

The salaries of village cadres are indeed not high. But Zheng Huailiang said a little less, the workload of village cadres is very small, far less than the hard work of teachers. Teachers are meant to sit in classes, rain or shine, except for holidays.

The village cadres are different, they have work to do, and they rest when they don't.

Zheng Huailiang drank a glass of wine and said with a wry smile: "There is no credit, there is still hard work." Let's talk while eating and talking about the village primary school. ”

Everyone didn't speak, looking at Zheng Huailiang and Xu Jin.

Xu Jin stood up and talked about the dilapidated building of the school, showing the level of a teacher, highlighting the urgency and necessity of the problem.

Zhenhua and several other teachers nodded on the side.

After Xu Jin finished speaking, he sat down to eat vegetables.

Zheng Huailiang looked at the village cadres and asked, "What can you do?" The problem of the village primary school really needs to be solved, and if something happens to the students, we are all sinners. The old master also stared at me every day, and maybe at this time, his old man was eavesdropping outside the door. ”

Everyone laughs.

Ge Shoudao, the accountant of the village host, calculated and said: "The six houses are all rebuilt, and in addition to the old materials that can be used, at least 12,000 yuan or more is needed, and the education committee only gives 2,000 yuan, and the remaining 10,000 yuan, where do you get it?"

Zhenhua couldn't help but interject and said: "It stands to reason that 8,000 yuan is enough, and the house that my family built in the spring, four big houses plus two kitchens in the back, is only 8,000 yuan......"

"Eight thousand yuan for you, can you cover it?" Ge Shoudao looked at Zhenhua and said with a smile:

"Public affairs are not the same as private affairs. Private construction will try to save money, but public construction, a lot of money cannot be saved. Let's talk about the simplest, your family built a house, and your brother-in-law and Qi Lei did it for free. There are also many villagers in the village who will give you small jobs for free. If the school builds a house, where can I find this free labor?"

Zhenhua opened his mouth and was speechless.

It seems that he is still young, and many problems cannot be considered.

Ge Shoudao paused for a moment and continued: "Even if there are free workers, they can only save more than 2,000 yuan in wages, and there is at least 8,000 yuan short. The village will never be able to take out this money. ”

Xu Jin sighed and asked, "In the village, how much can you take out?"

Ge Shoudao smiled bitterly: "It's not a secret, I can't get a penny in the village." Secretary Zheng said just now that the salaries of our village cadres have not been paid for a year. In the afternoon, our women's director, Sister Cai, was still in a temper and wanted to resign. ”

Sister Cai's name is Cai Xingmei, and she was also present at this time, silent.

Zhenhua looked at it coldly, and his heart sank.

Originally, it was a meeting to solve the problem, but now the scene has become a grievance meeting.

(October 25th, the third watch, thank you for your support!Tonight, there will be a plus.) ）