The Standing Committee members had a serious discussion on this additional topic. Finally, a resolution was formed: At an appropriate time, a county-wide discussion on straightening out ideas should be held. It is necessary to rectify some unhealthy tendencies in society and to sum up the starting point of all actions in serving the overall situation, reform, opening up, and the building of a market economy. In addition, it is necessary to commend a number of advanced models with great fanfare, and vigorously publicize and popularize a number of advanced experiences and deeds. In society, set an example of positive atmosphere and enthusiasm.

After the meeting ended, Secretary Yang returned to his office. He called Secretary Shen over and formally informed him that the Organization Department of the Municipal Party Committee had inspected and confirmed, and the Standing Committee of the County Party Committee had also notified him and promoted him to the county government as deputy county magistrate, telling him to be mentally prepared. At the same time, Deputy County Magistrate Du was promoted. He has been corrected and assumed the post of county magistrate.

Secretary Shen's heart hung for a morning, and finally fell to the ground, replaced by joy and excitement. He expressed his gratitude to the organization for his trust, and then told him that he wanted Yang Xiande to take his current position.

Secretary Yang waved his hand and said, I understand your feelings. Xiande is a good seedling, and he is vigorous and resolute in entrepreneurship. It's just a little younger, and it's still tender. Hone and hone again, and then entrust it with heavy responsibilities. The county has already included him in the key training objects, and he will soon take the lead.

Secretary Shen didn't dare to say it again, but he knew it in his heart. It was all the storm that Xinghua Village set off out of thin air, knocking out the black gauze hat that Yang Xiande was about to get his hands on. He felt sorry for Yang Xiande, but he couldn't do anything.

So far, this uproar has lasted for more than three months, involving the ups and downs of a village's honor and disgrace, and involving the energy of the principal leading cadres at the county and town levels, and finally drawing a successful end at the meeting of the county's highest-level standing committee members.

The collective petition of the masses in Xinghua Village has finally come to an end. Under the heavy curtain is a serenade composed of crying and laughter, complaints and roars, which echoes gracefully in people's hearts, and the aftermath is difficult to dissipate.

Against such a tonal background, Xinghua Village staggered over a ditch piled up by natural disasters. It shook off the melancholy and desolation, and with a body of depression and sadness, it staggered forward with staggering steps.

At this time, it was almost autumn. The cold and mighty autumn wind unleashed a terrifying soul-chasing might, with ruthless coldness and cruelty, raised its invisible arms, sweeping all the beautiful and ugly things and souls in the world. In this confrontation and plunder, where there is no smoke of gunpowder and blood, the rotten ones are about to pass away and turn into a fine speck of dust, the remnants are still struggling, looking forward to the distant spring light, and the new ones are being nurtured and gradually growing strongly.

**If you don't die, there will be no end to the journey of life, the pace of the trek will not stop, and the rhythm of the heart will not die. Far away, countless inscriptions record wonderful stories and record the long journey of countless souls.

Ambition is still there, faith is still alive, hope is still alive, life is boundless.

When Xylophone recovered from illness and returned to the village, he did not push it back to the village with a cart, but came back in a brand-new car driven by a foreign company.

Such a scene really scared the people of Xinghua Village. The villagers flocked to the door of Zhenfu's house, marveling at this big iron guy. The blue oil paint, the rumbling sound of the motor, the tall front of the car, and the huge cargo box, like an unseen visitor from heaven, stopped in front of Zhenfu's house. In the empty eye, he looked at the surrounding low courtyards and the densely surrounded villagers. [End of Chapter]