Just after two o'clock in the afternoon, Li Sanlaizi limped into the compound with a notice. When the people from the village committee saw him, they all hid, and he intercepted a female clerk in a broadcasting room, waving a notice and asking her where to get the documents, and the female clerk pushed: "Look for Li Jinming." ”

Whether Li Jinming and Li Sanlaizi are related to each other in the five suits, and the two of them and their respective parents are not clear. In the eyes of the villagers, there are few people with the surnames Li and Wang, and if they go back several generations, they must be a family with the same surname. This is also the reason why Li Jinming was arranged to go to Li Sanlaizi's house and the female clerk subconsciously reported his name to relieve herself.

Li Sanlaizi pushed the door and entered Li Jinming's office. "Oh, you're here, have you seen the notice?" Li Jinming was nervously editing several documents newly copied to him by the secretary of "Lao Jiu" in front of the computer. He glanced at Li Sanlaizi, and his gaze returned to the screen: "Sit casually, wait a minute." He typed the line of words that had just been organized in his mind, then opened the drawer and took out the documents, and when he saw that Li Sanlaizi was still standing, he walked over and handed the documents to him. "You sit down first, there are a few places on it that I need to explain to you. He helped Li Sanlaizi and wanted him to sit opposite him. Unexpectedly, Li Sanlaizi gently pulled away his hand and said, "No need, I can see it clearly, just go home and watch it myself." ”

Li Sanlaizi couldn't help but say that he wanted to leave, and Li Jinming thought to himself: He is a lazy bachelor, probably just wants to use this document to sell waste paper, right? Then he is really not greedy to ask for a copy. Alas, forget it, let him go, I still have to hurry up and write the article and print it. Before Li Sanlaizi staggered out of the office, Li Jinming asked casually, "Where did you go in the morning, why weren't you at home?" Li San didn't look back.

This day was a busy day for the Dayangtun Village Committee, a morning of non-stop errands and grinding mouths, many people did not even bother to drink, after lunch and had to nail themselves in the office to sort out the materials piled up into a hill, for the day after tomorrow consultation meeting and a series of follow-up work. For the villagers, it was a lively day, watching the village officials worship the people's doors one by one at the door of their homes, just like children watching ants move, and more attractive than the documents they sent to "grow dried fruits and get rich". This is also the original intention of Chang Jiucheng to adopt this way of communication between cadres and groups, rather than letting villagers go to the village committee to collect documents on their own. When Liu Yuyong first came to Dayangtun, he warned his father-in-law that the village had been ruled by the Jinzhu gang for many years, and the relationship between the cadres and the masses was already very bad. Although his personal charisma and prestige among the masses are extremely high, if we want to promote a plan to get rich with the active participation of all the villagers, we must not rely on one person alone, but must enable the entire leading body of the village committee to win the trust of the villagers, and let other members of the leading group also improve their relations with the masses with practical actions. "Father, you see, our state leaders are all following the line of being close to the people, and our village committees can also learn from this experience and teach village cadres to engage in more people-friendly activities, which will definitely be effective." "Come on, don't you know, let those guys learn to go to the villagers' houses to laugh and chat and eat with the villagers like in the news, and they will be beaten out as soon as they enter the door! Our official style here has already been damaged by Chang Jinzhu and them, and those who have become officials feel that they have become prestigious, and the common people have recognized that it is not good for those who are officials to enter their homes. Not to mention anything else, this time the team is settled, and there are still the two scum left by Chang Jinzhu. Sending such a thing to deliberately get close to the people, can they let go of their figures? Can the villagers trust it? Are they happy for them to enter the door? You have a good idea, and you can't do it in a rigid way, so wait and see. In this way, when this opportunity to announce the plan to grow dried fruits to the villagers, "Lao Jiu" killed two birds with one stone, mobilized cadres to go into the homes of ordinary people, and took advantage of official duties to see the effect of being close to the people.

After watching the bustle of the village officials, the people's homes were also lively in the afternoon, but this bustle still contained a cautious attitude, and they had to read the documents sent carefully. If the words of "Lao Jiu" are still so credible, and what is written in the document has a close relationship with them, and even affects their future happiness to a certain extent, they have to read and read the document seriously, pick out the pros and cons of the clauses on themselves, and when the people who work from the field come back, the whole family will get together for a heated discussion, and the neighbors will also exchange views with each other.

Only Li Sanlaizi was an exception, he didn't care what the stack of papers in his hand said. Li Jinming guessed part of it right: he really felt that "growing dried fruits to get rich" was none of his business. But he didn't think about selling the documents as waste paper, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the sale of waste paper for the time being.

If Li Sanlaizi encountered a surprise outside his house last night, then when he came back from the village committee at noon today, he walked to the same position and encountered only surprise but no joy. From a distance, his house was still firmly in place, and if he got closer, he could see that not a single brick or tile was missing, and there was no one around the house, which made him dumbfounded. After a few seconds of froze, he quickened his pace, wishing he could get up and rush to his house. Where's the car? He rushed to the door, panting, and the door was hidden. Pushing the door in, he saw bags of cement and buckets of paint piled up in the courtyard. He counted, and he didn't miss a bag or a bucket. Hey, where did the driver drive the car? Can't wait to go first? It doesn't matter, the money has already been paid off with him anyway.

At about a quarter past one o'clock in the afternoon, the whole village had eaten and most of them were taking a nap. A pickup truck drove up to the door of Li Sanlaizi's house and stopped. In the passenger seat of the truck sat Li Sanlaizi, and in the back compartment was some cement and paint that later appeared in his yard. "This is it, do you recognize it?" he said to the driver after getting out of the car. Because he had to go here again, the driver recognized the road, so he didn't need Li Sanlaizi to follow the car. When Li Sanlaizi opened the door for the unloading driver, he saw the notice on the door, and the driver was moving cement and paint to his house, and he sat in the courtyard chewing on the words on the notice. There is really a document to convey, and the people in the village are telling the truth. Why didn't Chang Feihu mention this to me last night? Hey, by the way, no one in his family has long been left with the village committee! Thinking so, the quick driver had already unloaded everything and reversed the car and drove on the way back.

After more than twenty minutes, the driver came back with the rest of the goods, this time with more than the previous one. Li Sanlaizi told the driver: "I have to go into the village to get some things, I will open the door for you, you unload it slowly, and you will leave when I come back." If it's fast, I'll go back and forth for a quarter of an hour. The driver agreed. Except for the days when Chang Feipeng wanted to forcibly demolish his house, Li Sanlaizi was usually not afraid of leaving the door open at night, there was nothing worth remembering in his house, and no one was interested in his cheap life. But today these cement paints cost a lot of money, and he will feel distressed if he loses them. He was even worried that if he first taught the driver to unload and leave, and then went to the village committee himself, someone would take the opportunity to kick open the sturdy door of his house and steal the cement and paint. This driver was recommended by Chang Feihu, and his hands and feet should not be unclean, so Li Sanlaizi stayed to watch the house, and went to the village committee unhurriedly.

Now he's back, and the pickup is nowhere to be seen. Li Sanlaizi didn't know that when he went to get the documents, something happened near the entrance of the village.

The boss of the commissary was one of the witnesses to the incident, and at two o'clock he heard someone shouting outside: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Wake up, can you hear me?" The boss leaned over to the sales window and looked at it, and saw an old man lying less than 20 meters away from the window, and a man in his thirties dressed as a city man squatting beside him. The old man was the old king of the village, and he had just bought a few batteries at the commissary a few minutes ago, and he was lying on the ground with the batteries still in his palm. The man dressed in the city shouted a few times, but when he didn't answer, the man began to shout. Fortunately, at this time, many villagers got up and were going to the fields to prepare for the afternoon farm work.

The man shouted again, "He's fainted, don't touch him yet." Is there a doctor or a first aid person?" Everyone was silent for a moment, and a man said, "I will," and squatted down in front of the old king. The boss didn't see what he was doing, but after a while, he said, "No, the medicine in our village pharmacy may not be useful, so we have to send it to the hospital quickly." Someone volunteered to drive his own tractor, but the man who knew how to give first aid said, "The tractor is too slow, I'm afraid it's too late to take it to the hospital in the town, and it's best to have a car that can keep him lying down!" "Hey, there's a car with a bucket at the entrance of the village!" a woman shouted.

The men dressed in the city taught the first aid man to take care of the old king, and then got up and ran to the pickup truck, and several men ran after him. They explained the situation to the pickup truck driver and asked for help, but the pickup driver said that he would go back to the urgent work later. "What kind of work can be more urgent than human life!" said the man dressed in the city anxiously. The driver scratched his head and said that he was looking at the goods for the employer, and he couldn't leave before the employer came back, otherwise he couldn't afford to lose the goods. Hearing this, the men who came with him also blamed the driver. One of them said: "Phew, isn't this Li Erlaizi's house? His things are worth a fart money, and saving people is important!" Seeing that the driver was still hesitating, the man dressed in the city took out two 100-yuan tickets from his wallet and stuffed them to the driver: "Brother, this is a life-saving!" The driver blushed, stuffed the money back into the man's hand, and said, "Big brother, you said, let's go quickly!"

The pickup truck drove over, and several men carefully lifted the old king into the back compartment according to the instructions of the first aid person, and put a blanket on it for him. The first responder was with him, covering him with another blanket, and the men dressed in the city sat in the front row, and the pickup truck roared to the town.

In the town hospital, two young men in mountaineering clothes sat on chairs in the corridor, one of them was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and the other was twenty-one or twelve years old. The young one rubbed his feet and neck with a sad face, and complained, "I didn't expect the road in this hellish place to be so difficult...... Ouch, it hurts!" The older companion glared at him, "The local people or the doctors and nurses have heard it, see how they clean you up." You're stupid enough, and a stone will break your foot. ”

The two of them muttered as they heard a rush of footsteps at the end of the hallway, followed by two or three men in white coats and two men in civilian clothes pushing a lying patient past. "I'll take a look, you stay here. The young man with fine feet said as if he were ordering.

More than ten minutes later, he wandered back. The companion who helped him occupy the seat with his backpack asked, "Brother Cheng, what's going on over there?" Brother Cheng sat back in place: "It was two passers-by who rescued an old man who was unconscious." "Oh, then we don't need to ......" "No, it's not that valuable, isn't this kind of thing reported by the News Network enough? Besides, it has nothing to do with the purpose of our here. Brother Cheng glanced at the end of the corridor with unfinished thinking, "If those two passers-by don't save them when they see death, it will be worth our attention." Only such examples have profound practical and moral significance, can arouse people's resonance and reflection, and can be the focus of enlightenment for the whole society and trigger the trend of speculation. ”

When Brother Cheng sighed, two passers-by lined up at the payment desk. The person who knew how to give first aid didn't have a lot of money with him, and the people dressed in the city didn't hesitate too much and took the initiative to say, "I'll come." When there was only one person left in front of him, he pulled out his wallet, and the person who knew how to respond to it accidentally saw his ID card that he had placed in the transparent layer of his wallet.

After he paid the money, the first aid person asked, "I'm sorry, I accidentally saw your ID card just now." Your name is Chang Zhimin?" "You are the son of Secretary Chang Jiucheng?" "Ah, yes. ”