There are a total of 80 poor households in the village, and 75 households came.

"Isn't it fooling us again?"

"Mao Zhishu said on the phone that he had money!"

"There's a ball? I guess it's the idea of hitting our land again!"

The poor households began to discuss.

Obviously, Mao Zhishu is a very failure in his work, and what cadres are most afraid of is losing trust to the people.

The people don't believe in you anymore, what strength do you have to do great things?

But this is not the original intention of Mao Zhishu, there are some factors both objective and subjective.

After being named and criticized in the last inspection, he frantically studied the party class, the spirit of the 19th National Congress, and the rural revitalization strategy.

Trying to find a path suitable for the development of Loufang Village, I had no choice but limited IQ, insufficient ability, coupled with a little timidity, and was afraid of taking responsibility, so I had to continue research.

Zhang Hao arrived today, on the surface he was cold, but in fact, he also had calculations in his heart, hoping that Zhang Hao could pay some attention to Loufang Village or drive it.

Therefore, objectively, he still welcomes Zhang Hao.

Some people just can do things you can't do, or dare to do things you don't dare to do!

In the eyes of Mao Zhishu, Zhang Hao belongs to this kind of person, you have to obey.

Seeing that the people who came were almost there, Mao Zhishu got up and walked to the door, and greeted: "Everyone, I asked you to come today, I found a job for you, which is not only easy, but also earns a lot!"

"Is it true or fake? How can there be such a good thing, don't sell us then!" The aunt in her sixties stretched out her right hand and waved it.

A few villagers next to him also began to coax, but they didn't believe him anyway.

Mao Zhishu was very helpless and had nothing to say.

Zhang Hao saw that the situation outside was not good, and walked out.

The villagers slowly fell silent.

Pointing at Zhang Hao, he said, "Look, isn't that Director Zhang of Wanling Village?"

"Yes, yes, it's him, and he was on the news not long ago. Some villagers said excitedly, as if they were seeing their own relatives.

Mao Zhishu was really helpless, the villagers in his own village were so enthusiastic about the village director of the other village, hey, he shook his head, there was nothing he could do.

Zhang Hao was also quite sympathetic to Mao Zhishu's predicament, thinking that when he first went to Wanling Village, wasn't this scene?

The common people are living well, and they don't have much time to say that you can't do this or that.

At this time, Zhang Hao decided to stand in the position of Secretary Mao and speak for him, after all, it will be a long time coming.

"Folks, be quiet, listen to me, you Mao Zhishu, worry about everyone's life all the time, come all the way to our village to talk to me about things,

I have to find you a job to do, in fact, I told him that the labor force in our village is still sufficient, he pulled my clothes and refused to let go, and said that if he didn't agree, he wouldn't leave, so he almost knelt down and begged me......" Zhang Hao performed the imaginary scene with emotion.

Mao Zhishu was stunned for a moment, and scolded in his heart: "Zhang Hao, you shameless thing, if it weren't for the sake of the villagers, I would have to find you to find out!"

I gritted my teeth and put up with it for the time being.

Zhang Hao continued: "Good cadre, with my mother's heart, I can't even take out the desperate strength of Mao Zhishu,

I was deeply moved, so I agreed, and the two distilleries in Wanling Village now need some workers, who can work for three hours a day, and the work is also easy, loading wine.

For the sake of Mao Zhishu's face, I put down a sentence, there are still fifteen days to go for the New Year, and within fifteen days, if each of you can't earn 1,500 yuan, come to me, and I will sell blood to make up for you!"

What Zhang Hao said was a bit exaggerated, but the effect was not bad, and the enthusiasm of the villagers was mobilized.

"Director Zhang, do you think I can do it?" asked a woman who was still breastfeeding.

"Yes, of course you can, as long as you can see it with your eyes, you can do it with your hands and feet!" Zhang Hao replied.

"Okay, count me in!"

"Count me in!"

……

A total of seventy people were willing to go, and the remaining few people were inconvenient and did not force themselves.

Kong Zhishu took a pen and a notebook to register, and after the registration, the villagers' eyes changed slightly when they looked at Mao Zhishu.

"Finally a good thing!"

"Not bad, not bad, continue to carry forward, keep up the good work!"

When Mao Zhishu listened to these words, he always felt that something was wrong, like the attitude of his superiors towards him.

But on the other hand, the people are the leaders, and the government is the people's government, and it must be reviewed by the people.

Zhang Hao looked at the time, it was past three o'clock, and it might be too late today.

He instructed: "All the registered villagers will go to the hospital tomorrow morning for an examination, led by Mao Zhishu, and we will pay the money." ”

The villagers were puzzled and asked, "Director Zhang, why are you still going to the hospital for examination?"

"Not only are we responsible for you, but we are also responsible for consumers, don't you think?"

Zhang Hao did not explain, but the villagers understood that it meant that those who have infectious diseases and serious illnesses should not be allowed to be healthy.

"Oh oh, I know, I know, I understand. The villagers nodded their heads and said.

"That's it, what else is there to do with Secretary Mao?" Zhang Hao asked back.

Mao Zhishu was depressed for a long time, got up and walked to the front and said a few more words: "You have also heard, the opportunity is not easy to come by, I hope you cherish it, if you want to live a good life, you have to rely on your own hands, if Director Zhang can't stand you, I will stand on your side to settle accounts with him!"

glanced at Zhang Hao viciously, in fact, he was venting on Zhang Hao's nonsense just now.

"I know, I know, it sounds very touching, hey, let's go!"

The villagers left the village committee waving their hands in twos and threes.

There are three left: Zhang Hao, Kong Zhishu and Mao Zhishu.

I thought that Mao Zhishu would settle accounts after the autumn, but he didn't, except for hating Zhang Hao just now, there was no other retaliatory behavior.

On the contrary, he was a lot more polite to Zhang Hao.

"Come in and sit down, or you'll be busy and go back after dinner in the afternoon!" Mao Zhishu invited.

What's the situation?

Zhang Hao was surprised and asked, "Mao Zhishu, you won't be going to poison the rice, right?"

Of course, this is a joke, when it relieves Mao Zhishu's heavy mood.

"Get out, it's not big or small, according to your age, you have to call me uncle!" Mao Zhishu said.

"Lao Mao is right, Xiao Zhang, you are a little too much today!" Kong Zhishu suddenly joined Mao Zhishu's camp and was caught off guard.

But Mao Zhishu didn't hold on to it, "Xiao Zhang, I understand the good words, no matter what, I have to thank you today." ”

"You're polite, you're polite, Mao Zhishu, there is a good saying, harmony makes money!"

……

In the afternoon, they had dinner at Mao Zhishu's house, and Zhang Hao and Kong Zhishu went back.

It was already dark when I got to the village committee, and the office door was still open.

Zhang Hao went upstairs and saw that Zhao Xiaoqian was still there, and sent Pu Yi's information to Zhao Xiaoqian.

"She is a salesperson I recruited, she is very good in all aspects, you do a good job of registration, and transfer your salary on time every month!" Zhang Hao said.

Zhao Xiaoqian stared at the photo and said, "It's really good, you see that women are very discerning!"