"Hello everyone, my name is Lin Xi, I am a volunteer of the Western Plan sent by the Youth League Committee to our Taohua Village, as we all know, the above is very concerned about poor families, and the battle against poverty has also been launched in an all-round way. ”

"Recently, the county and the township have ......"

Lin Xi sat on the rostrum, and his original confident words suddenly flickered, and he stared at Secretary Luo's notebook with wide eyes, and his brows were together.

I regretted it in my heart, and I knew that I would open it and take a look before Secretary Luo left.

I saw that Secretary Luo's notebook was full of more than a dozen pages, but unfortunately the font was too weird, and Lin Xi, who was used to typing on the computer, was really difficult to read, and it was estimated that archaeology was a problem.

Looking at the curious villagers below, and then looking at the prescription written by "Doctor Luo", Lin Xi couldn't cry or laugh.

In this class, due to the scribbled handwriting of the teacher preparing for the class, Lin Xi spoke very hard, and many words were only approximate estimates, and then strung together some recent knowledge of poverty alleviation.

However, every time he said a word, Lin Xi was very nervous to observe everyone.

She thought it would cause some discomfort, but what she didn't expect was that few people actually listened to what she was saying.

Sleeping, smoking, chatting, the time is half past eleven.

"I said that Murakami doesn't care about the food, if he doesn't care about the food, I'll go back after sending the money!"

Suddenly, a villager sitting at the door, probably in his fifties, stood up smoking a cigarette.

Send money! Lin Xi looked at the stack of ten yuan worth of money that Secretary Luo gave him when he left.

The most troublesome thing for Murakami is to call everyone to a meeting.

Because it was all old men and old women left behind, Murakami notified the meeting, and people didn't take it seriously at all.

As long as it does not involve their own interests or collective welfare, such as handing out rice, these villagers will not come to the meeting.

In order to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm for the meeting, the village also thought of a way, as long as the villagers who came to the meeting were given ten yuan in lost work pay, of course, it was calculated by household.

"Our pigs haven't been fed in the morning?" Zhang Qinghua also stood up and said.

"I said that college student, it's not easy for us to walk so far, so you can send ten more yuan. ”

What is this called? Lin Xi looked very embarrassed.

Originally, today's communication meeting was not conveyed well because I didn't know how to read, and now it is called so by the villagers.

The meeting didn't go well, but she discovered the reason why Peach Blossom Village was poor and backward through the bits and pieces of these things.

Under the repeated demands of the villagers, Lin Xi could only take out the money and send it one by one.

Seeing that the villagers were full of joy and satisfaction with ten yuan, Lin Xi was a little sad and helpless.

What can we do? It's all grandparents.

Isn't it true that at such an age in the city, you have already started to retire?

How can such a group of people get rid of poverty and Benkang? How can the future of Taohua Village be realized?

Everyone left, Lin Xi sat on the rostrum and felt helpless, he looked through Secretary Luo's notebook in a complicated heart.

Although she doesn't know much about Secretary Luo's words, she can feel from Secretary Luo's well-written notebook that Secretary Luo has poured his true feelings into Murakami, and every drop of love is expressed between the lines.

From the time recorded on the first page to the most recent time, in just three weeks, there are only a few pages left in the notebook.

He wrote about the future of Peach Blossom Village.