County Magistrate Du was reluctant at first, saying that I was the village head of Xinghua Village or the county magistrate of our county. Tell me to open this opening, there are still 100 villages in the county that have no electricity, and they all ask them to come to me for electricity. Simply, I'll go to the director of the power supply bureau. Besides, the palms and backs of these hands are full of meat, which piece did you tell me to skim and throw which piece?

After all, the county magistrate Du finally touched the phone, found the head of the county power supply bureau, and said that Xinghua Village wanted to be connected to electricity at a discount. This village is different from other villages, mainly to introduce a large-scale wealth project, and it is also a good project with attractive prospects, which is unique in the county. We can't spit out the fat in our mouths, and then bury our heads in gnawing on the soil.

Of course, the heads of the power supply bureau knew that the county magistrate Du was mixed up from Beishan Town, and he was almost the backbone parasol of Beishan Town, and he couldn't afford to offend. They were educated and enlightened by the county magistrate Du, and they were torn apart by Yang Xiande, and they were dizzy. In the end, I had to hold a team meeting in a hurry, and after discussion, I reluctantly agreed. They said that we would only be responsible for providing the cables and sending someone to erect them for free. Other things, such as the purchase of electric poles and vertical poles, and the cables to enter the village, etc., you can find your own way. We can't afford to lose our wife and lose our soldiers. This degraded errand is our burden, and all the good things under heaven are for you to occupy all the miles.

Yang Xiande saw that the "Electric Overlord" easily opened his mouth to vomit blood, and with the shade of County Magistrate Du supporting him, he still wanted to get some more oil and water. He still didn't give up, and continued to pester people with Secretary Hu, asking them to solve the circuits of several remote villages by the way.

The head of the power supply bureau was really anxious, and said, your brand is too inch-inch. You know the cable of Guangxinghua Village, how much money we have to put in for nothing, which is enough for a year's salary of all your full-time cadres. If you eat in the bowl and look at the pot again, don't blame me for turning my face and denying it. We have all begun to bear our own profits and losses now, not Tang monk meat, whoever wants to come and nibble a few bites. If it weren't for the hard-hitting hardliners of County Magistrate Du, there would be no door for this electricity.

Yang Xiande saw that people were soft and hard, so he had to give up. He turned back to the xylophone and said that for the sake of your village, Secretary Hu and I have suffered a lot and suffered a lot. Xylophone, you can remember, if your village's factory is booming, you must not forget to pull the economic development of the whole town, and you must also drive several villages to project and create a famous brand.

The funds of the county power supply bureau are in place, and the money in Nanjing has also been called. Coupled with the neatness of the village's staff, the electrification project was launched quickly and progressed very quickly. In less than a month, the line had entered the village and connected to the courtyards of the houses.

On the night of the electrification, the whole mountain village was in a festive and anxious atmosphere.

Many villagers, especially the elderly and their babies, only saw the light of the light bulbs during the movie once a month. I can't imagine that this light will shine into my courtyard. Many people no longer rush to finish dinner as usual, and wash up and chat in the dark to save the precious kerosene. They put their meals on the table with novelty and anxiety, and the family restlessly waited for the light bulbs hanging from the beams of the roof to come on before dinner. Some people deliberately fried a side dish for this, warmed a pot of yellow rice wine, and waited to celebrate. There are even groups of cubs, who don't eat, let alone go home, and run around the streets and alleys. After a while, I shouted that the call came, and then I shouted that there was no electricity tonight. It made the adults happy for a while and shocked for a while. Either hurried out to check the movement, or sat in the house looking at the light bulb, cursing the bulls in the alley full of nonsense.

It was so noisy for most of the night, but the light bulb still didn't come on. The hungry people were about to give up waiting and hurry to eat their already cold meals. Suddenly, there was light in the courtyard of the house, accompanied by a series of shouts and shouts like shaking mountains.

At this time, the night sky is crooked by the crescent moon and the stars are twinkling. A white river of heaven stretched from south to north across the dark blue night sky, tearing the vast sky into two pieces. Bright stars poured down and covered the swarthy mountains and wilderness. All the mountains and villages are hidden in them, and their clear outlines have been lost. Only a vague shadow remains, lying in the faint starlight that falls from the canopy.

At this time, the lights in Xinghua Village are scorching, the courtyard is bright, thousands of windows are light and shadow, and thousands of lights are lit. Looking from afar, in the quiet and dim deep mountain col in the past, there are dots of lights and shadows, high and low, reflecting each other from afar, competing for each other. Like the cold stars in the sky, they blink their bright eyes together in the cold winter night, scattering warm light. It is also like a hot charcoal fire in the arms of a scrawny mountain. It is bursting and burning, dispelling the cold all over the field, and baking the heart of the twilight season.

Boiling blood rushed in all directions, spilling over the dry and hard ravines, seeping into the dry and stiff soil, moistening the grass seeds that had long hibernated. All the hearts, all the moods, all the heart songs, all the all, all the everything, are in the process of germination.

On this night, although it was freezing and the wind was howling. Xinghua Village is in a brightly lit halo. The people of Xinghua Village also stayed up all night in the magic and reverie of the "artificial sun". There are too many excitement, too many surprises, too many sighs, too many longings, which stimulate the small mountain village in the land of projectiles to the point that I can't sleep at night and sleepless. [End of Chapter]