was making a fuss, and a person walked out of the compound. He shouted at a few people and asked what's wrong, do you have something to say, how dare you do it here.

The doorman hurriedly reported that it was this mother-in-law who insisted on breaking in, and we couldn't stop it.

The man asked the sour date mother-in-law, what are you doing, how dare you make trouble here.

At this time, Mao Lin hurried up and said, we are the masses of Xinghua Village, Beishan Town, and we want to find the county leaders to reflect the problems of our village, and ask the leaders to uphold justice for the people.

The man asked suspiciously, are they here to petition, why are there so many people?

When the villagers heard this, they seemed to have found the main owner. So they swarmed around and talked about the "twelve counts."

The man was very surprised, and he did not expect that there would be a spontaneous collective organization of petitions by the masses. He realized the seriousness of the problem and hurriedly said, don't be in a hurry, there is a special reception for petitioners in the county government office. You all go to the guard room and sit and wait, and you are not allowed to talk or move. I'm going to call them over and listen to your problems. If it can be solved, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer. With that, he hurriedly turned around and went back into the courtyard.

Under the guidance of the doorman, Mao Lin and the others came to the guard's room next to the gate in unison. There were people sitting, some standing, and some squatting, crowding the room with forks and forks.

After a short while, two people entered, a man and a woman. The man is a middle-aged man with a thick neck and a big bald belly, with a smiling face with a charitable face, just like Maitreya Buddha in his next life. The woman was in her twenties, and she looked clean, but her face was tight, as if someone owed her in her previous life, and she didn't have a good face.

When the two of them entered the house, the woman fanned her nostrils with her little hand in an exaggerated way, as if she wanted to fan away the sweat and smell of the villagers. This move made the room full of people suddenly cramped. I feel very sorry for others, and I smoke people.

The man introduced himself and said that his surname was Cui and he was the director of the county government's petition office. If there's something, start reflecting it. But you can't all open your mouth to speak. A representative must be elected to speak, and no one else can interject. If the representative is incomplete, others can add it.

The villagers didn't expect that there were so many rules here. Seeing Director Cui's soft voice and pleasant face, they still had a good impression of him and were willing to listen to him. They unanimously recommended Mao Lin as a representative, and they listened attentively.

The woman did not speak, but sat at the door far away, and took out her notebook and pen, ready to take notes. Director Cui asked Maolin to reflect the problems one by one.

After all, Mao Lin has been the production captain for many years, and he immediately stabilized his mind and no longer panicked. He took out a few pieces of paper that he had written in advance from his pocket, and explained the "12 major crimes" listed on them one by one. It is nothing more than a strong demand that the county leaders immediately send people to investigate and severely punish those who violate the law and discipline. In particular, town cadres who ignore the problems reported by the masses and village cadres who retaliate against the masses must be severely punished. In the end, Maolin was a little excited, if the county leaders did not administer justice to the people and give a clear explanation, we would not be able to stand firm in the village, and we would not be able to live a good life, so we would drag our families to live in the county. If the county doesn't stop us, we will go to the city to live. You can't succumb to the village and let someone die. After that, he shed a few tears. These tears are not faked. Mao Lin talked about the injury, and all the grievances and anxieties poured into the tip of his nose, and he burst out sour tears. [End of Chapter]