When Zhao Changshu walked into the office of the village department of Zhaozhuang, he was surprised to find that the members of the two village committees had already arrived. You must know that since all the work of the village is on the right track, everyone is usually busy with their own work, and rarely goes to the village together. Usually, accountant Xu Dalei squats in the office to deal with various emergencies in the village.

"Why are you so Qi, is there something wrong?" Zhao Changshu asked in surprise as he looked around.

"Oh, I saw you go home last night, I wanted to go to you to report on the work in the village during this time, but I didn't dare to go when I saw a police car at your door, and I guessed that you might have arrangements today, so I notified everyone to come over. Xu Dalei said as he took out a red plum and handed it to Zhao Changlan.

"I think that car seems to be from the director of the town police station, right? The license plate number is 1087, and I saw her drive it in the town. Tian Dahai said on the side.

"It's Director Wei, she also helped my father a lot yesterday, and she sent Brother Gun back from Furong Town. Zhao Bingwu said with a smile on his face.

"Really, like I saw that car just leave this morning!"

A few people were talking, Zhao Tianxiong walked in from outside and said, before the people entered the house, the words came first.

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, as soon as the old guy's words were finished, everyone in the office looked at Zhao Changshu, everyone knew that Director Wei was a beautiful woman in a million, she went to Director Zhao's house last night, and only left this morning, what did she do last night?

Zhao Changshu took out a lighter and was about to light a cigarette, listened to Uncle Tianxiong's words, and then looked at the ambiguous eyes around him, speechless!

Zhao Changshu was depressed, and suddenly heard Gu Xiaomei say again: "Yo, Director Zhao, what's wrong with your ears? Why is it bleeding? Oh, why is there a wound on your neck, who is so ruthless?

Women's Director Gu Xiaomei's words completely ignited everyone's raging gossip fire, like Tian Dahai and others, a few bold people began to ask Zhao Changshu, what did he and Director Wei do last night? Especially Gu Xiaomei, the eyes that looked at Zhao Changshu were a little resentful. She didn't know why, why did she always have the shadow of Zhao Changshu in her heart, she also knew that this was wrong, she was sorry for her honest husband Zhao Datong, but she just couldn't control herself.

Rural men are most interested in peach news, and when this kind of thing happens, as long as the woman is not their wife, they will generally admire the man who hooks the woman, which is a skill that they can't learn if they want to.

"If you have it, don't talk nonsense. Director Wei sent me back yesterday, and we discussed for a long time how to strengthen the management of law and order in the village before the Spring Festival. Later, it was too late and she stayed at my house. I slept all night in the Westinghouse. You know, my Westinghouse fleas are swarming, and I got bitten on the neck, and I itched so badly this morning that I scratched it. ”

Zhao Changlan's brain was not slow, and he finally passed the wound on his neck.

"What's the matter with the injury on my ear? Why do I look like I was bitten by someone? Don't you say that you bit it yourself?" Tian Dahai said unrelentingly.

Biting your own ears? It's so funny. The crowd burst into laughter.

Zhao Changshu looked embarrassed, he really couldn't explain this question, and he held it for a long time before he said: "Oh, there is a pimple on the earlobe, which was broken this morning." ”

Everyone laughed even more, and it was a shame that their Director Zhao could come up with such a lame reason.

"Okay, okay, let's stop making trouble, let's report the matter at hand to Director Zhao. Gu Xiaomei saw that everyone was holding on to Zhao Changshu and Wei Ting, and she was a little unhappy in her heart, so she opened her mouth to stop everyone.

After Gu Xiaomei became a prostitute, she has completely changed her image in everyone's hearts, and has become a strong woman in Zhaozhuang, who is also the director of Zhaozhuang Women, not to mention the director of family planning, but also with her own strength, she has revitalized the half-dead wicker factory. It is indeed capable, and it has quite a lot of appeal in everyone's hearts.

After she finished speaking, everyone stopped making trouble and began to report to Zhao Changshu one by one on the work at hand. Zhao Changshu smoked a cigarette and listened quietly.

Zhao Tianxiong didn't speak, he also sat on a chair and smoked, half-squinting his eyes, seeing that the village leadership team was living in harmony under the leadership of Zhao Changshu, and Zhao Zhuang's economic situation was also rising, and he felt comfortable. He originally wanted to retire early and give up the position of secretary to Zhao Changshu. But I heard that this kid was going to take the civil service exam, and he knew that this guy's ambition was not low, and he would fly out of Zhao Zhuang sooner or later, so he didn't mention this to Zhao Changlan.

Now he can only try his best to assist Zhao Changshu to do all the work of Zhao Zhuang well, and don't make any mistakes.

The situation in Zhao Zhuang was the same as Zhao Changshu expected, and all the work was carried out smoothly. The new equipment of the brick and tile factory has been put into operation, and the cinder bricks have begun to be shipped to various construction sites in Seremban Town, and the supply exceeds demand. Now the state has begun to gradually ban the burning of bricks and vigorously develop new building materials, and Zhaozhuang has just taken advantage of this east wind.

However, the stone factory encountered a little trouble, the new equipment has been transported to the factory, and the technical staff have also been contacted, but the approval of the public cemetery has been rejected by the civil affairs department of Jiahe.

If the cemetery cannot be approved, it cannot be built, the cemetery stone produced by the stone factory will not be marketable, and the equipment purchased will be useless.

Finally, Zhao Tianxiong, the branch secretary, mentioned another thing, that is, the village owes the villagers salvia money, although it has been almost three years since this incident, but when Zhao Changshu ran for the village director, he promised everyone to help everyone get back the money. So recently, some villagers often ask Zhao Tianxiong whether this money can be sent down a year ago.

Speaking of salvia, everyone is silent, this matter is quite troublesome, almost three years have passed, Yin Dafa, who handled this matter, has been imprisoned, and he can't find a creditor if he wants to.

"Some people in our village are also really, eating in the bowl, looking at the pot, the year-end dividends of several factories are enough for them to spend, and they also mention the matter of salvia. Yin Dafa is in prison, where can I find a creditor? Besides, I heard that this money was embezzled by Yin Dafa. Brother Gun, in my opinion, when you took office, you shouldn't have made any promises to everyone about this matter. Zhao Bingwu broke the silence and said with a frown on the side. The others nodded their heads as well.

"No! Since I promised you, I must do it, not to mention that everyone has worked hard for a year, and there is no return for all their money, and each family has a lot of money! What's more, when Yin Dafa happened, his accounts were checked in detail by the town discipline inspection committee, and he only took a kickback from the buyer, and the salvia money really didn't hit his account. I'll figure it out. Zhao Changshu said.

At that time, the shogun's branch bag Otomo was also involved in this matter. Maybe he can get the inside. Zhao Tianxiong said suddenly.

"We'll talk about this in a few days, let's go to Qingyun Mountain to see where the public cemetery is built, and then I'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to carry out activities, and let them give us approval as soon as possible." The equipment of the stone factory has been shipped back, and it is not a matter of dry consumption. Zhao Changshu threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and stood up and said.

Qingyun Mountain in the west of Zhaozhuang Village seems to have suddenly grown out of the ground, surrounded by plains, isolated on the horizon, even more tall and majestic. Although it is now the cold winter wax moon, the mountains are full of evergreen pines and cypresses, so it seems that the entire Qingyun Mountain is still lush and very spectacular.

It is conceivable that once the public cemetery is completed, it will definitely be sought after by the rich people in the city, and the benefits will be absolutely bargaining. And this thing has a small investment and high profits, a one-square-meter cemetery can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan without a few stones, and a slightly higher grade can be sold for tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions, which is more expensive than a three-bedroom house!

The Chinese people generally have the idea that the dead are the big ones, and the old man has worked hard for his children all his life, and after death, he has to get him a faster cemetery if he says anything, and he doesn't care how much money he spends. Anyway, the old man will spend the money this time.

What's more, Huaguo still has the custom of repairing longevity graves, and before people die, they should repair their own graves first. After death, I can live in it with peace of mind. Some people even start looking for a good grave for themselves when they are still in their prime of life. In the feudal era, the landlord's money was mainly used to do four things, building a house, buying land, repairing a longevity grave, and the rest of the money was buried in the ground and left to his son before he died.

It can be said that Zhao Changlan's idea of building a public cemetery in Qingyun Mountain is a stroke of genius, if the above really wants to be approved, then the profits will be uproaring!

But this kind of thing is also strict, and after Zhao Zhuang's approval materials were handed over to the Jiahe Civil Affairs Bureau, they were immediately sent back by the Civil Affairs Bureau. The people did not handle it on the grounds of destroying the Qingyun Mountain Scenic Area, and they did not even conduct on-site investigations.

The public cemetery selected by Zhao Zhuang was specially visited by a feng shui master, who is said to have come from Taiwan, is world-famous, and often flies all over the world to show people feng shui. According to Mr. Feng Shui, if Zhao Zhuang built a public cemetery in the place he chose, Zhao Zhuang would not only be prosperous and prosperous, but Zhao Zhuang would also be able to produce a great official in the next few years!

Before leaving, Mr. Feng Shui also left a pair of ink treasures for Zhao Zhuang, with four big characters written on it: "Luck is long", which is now kept in the archives of Zhao Zhuang Village.

Zhao Changshu read Ma Zhe and didn't believe in feng shui, but it was his idea to make these moves, and there was only one reason, that is, to build momentum for the cemetery business that had not yet opened.

Seek momentum first, then profit. This is Zhao Changlan's business philosophy.

After a walk at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, the group returned to the village, Zhao Changshu asked Xu Dalei to sort out the approval materials of the cemetery, and in the afternoon he was going to Jiahe City to send the approval materials to the Jiahe Civil Affairs Bureau by the way.

After some busy work, it was already noon, Zhao Changlan ran to Gu Xiaomei's house for a meal, drove his Hummer off-road and took the village accountant Xu Dalei straight to Jiahe City.

The two of them went to the Jiahe Civil Affairs Bureau first, and the clerk of the Civil Affairs Bureau received them, and when he saw the materials brought by Zhao Changlan, he frowned and said: "Didn't this material be sent last week?