The southwest corner of China.

The village committee of Wanling Village was full of smoke, and Zhang Hao heard that tobacco and alcohol could relieve his sorrows, so he took three cigarettes in one gulp.

The smoke was burning, but Zhang Hao was looking at the bustling farmhouse outside the window, and the scene was a little bleak.

Zhang Hao was bitter in his heart, that is to say, as much as he suffered, he had just been admitted to the village official and took root in the village committee as a member of the village-based work team.

Eat and wear with the people, and implement the national targeted poverty alleviation policy.

A few days after coming to Wanling Village, the village director was bedridden again and could not continue to serve.

Just after the three-year general election, the township government had to let Zhang Hao temporarily take over the position of village director, which shows that the organization attaches great importance to him.

As a college student, Zhang Hao's performance in all aspects of school was very good, and he thought that grassroots work would be easy to come by, and he smoothly passed the three-year training period.

Unexpectedly, it has only been a month, and the villagers have given him a lot of faces.

At this morning's villagers' congress, he was ruthlessly criticized.

It's really not because Zhang Hao made a big mistake, it's just that the villagers are deeply rooted in their thinking, conformist, and a little disgusted by the avant-garde theory in Zhang Hao's mouth.

At the morning meeting on the "discussion meeting on land circulation in Wanling Village", Zhang Hao proposed to contract the land of the whole village to an outside medicinal material company, which immediately aroused strong opposition.

Isn't that killing us?

The land is given to the people, what are we doing?

He has been dealing with land for most of his life, and now a hairy boy is about to transfer the land in a word, how can the villagers follow his wishes.

No one paid attention to him or a trivial matter, and the scolding was a burst of scolding, unceremoniously, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Zhang Hao really felt the simplicity of the peasants, he was dumbfounded by being scolded during the day, and he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only use cigarettes and alcohol to kill his sorrows at night.

The funny thing is that the cigarette can't be smoked yet, and after choking on a few puffs, I have to hold it in my mouth and watch it spontaneously combust.

Not to mention the wine, just after taking a sip, the whole body is hot and red.

He looked like a fool.

Zhang Hao is full of worries, it's only been a month, and there are still three years, how can you live?

I'm afraid that the villagers will drown themselves in their saliva.

In fact, from the bottom of his heart, Zhang Hao really wants to do something practical for the villagers and help Wanling Village go further on the road to poverty alleviation and prosperity.

But after all, the imagination is happy, and the reality is ...... It's your mom who is cruel.

Fortunately, Kong Zhishu, the branch secretary of Wanling Village, can understand Zhang Hao and often enlighten him: It is a good thing for young people to be self-motivated, but they can't be in a hurry, they have to come step by step.

If we want to win the trust of the people, we must not just talk about it, but also work in a down-to-earth manner, and getting the support of the people is the foundation of grassroots work.

Seeing that the smoke was almost burning, Zhang Hao packed up and walked out of the village committee.

A cool breeze greeted the cornfield, and the coolness was mixed with the fresh fragrance of the crops, which made people feel refreshed.

There will always be times when people have empty thoughts, and their minds seem to be full of things or nothing, and they are confused like a walking puppet.

Zhang Hao's current situation is so close, in the local vernacular, he is a "night wandering god".

"Night Wandering God" finally brought the word fairy, and in the dark, or unconsciously, Zhang Hao walked to the land temple at the head of the village.

The land temple in Wanling Village is a little old, the statue of the land father-in-law with a pestle and a long beard has a history of more than 1,000 years, and the incense to worship him has also extended from the Tang Dynasty to the present.

Zhang Hao heard from the locals that in the past, a local tyrant wanted to buy the incense burner in front of his father-in-law, and the bid reached seven figures.

At that time, the village chief of Wanling Village was greedy for money and risked the world's condemnation to sell this copper furnace, but before the people who bought things came, the village chief couldn't afford to die and died.

The village said that this person had offended the gods, and the father-in-law of the land had earned his eyes, and then the crops in Wanling Village had a very poor harvest that year.

Since then, no one has dared to fight the idea of the land temple, and it has been respectfully worshiped every year.

The story sounds a little evil, Zhang Hao, who graduated from the bachelor's degree, said from the bottom of his heart that he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and now he is talking about science.

But when he really walked in front of the Land Temple, Zhang Hao couldn't help but be in awe, maybe this was an instinctive reaction.

Zhang Hao folded his hands and bowed as a sign of respect, and entered the temple gate without malicious intent.

"Old man of the land, it's amazing that you have been here alone for a thousand years!" Zhang Hao sighed with a thumbs up.

It's obviously a bit disrespectful to shout like this, but since the senior brother set this precedent, even the little kids in the village have been shouting like this for thousands of years. Perhaps because of the majesty of being bullied by the senior brother, the father-in-law of the land can only recognize it, but the name of the old man is quite authentic.

Zhang Hao wiped the dust off the head of the old man of the land, sat next to him, facing the endless cornfield under the night, his thoughts went back to his heart, and he wanted to find someone to talk to.

"Old man of the land, you said it would be nice if I could be as popular with the villagers as you are!" Zhang Hao sighed helplessly.

"Actually, I like the countryside, here is simple and fresh, there is no complexity in the city, every morning in the quilt to hear the few chicken crows, people fluttering fairy, do you say?

Zhang Hao just finished speaking.

"Wow~"

Someone knocked him on the head, and this stick was not light.

"Oh, who's who?" Zhang Hao stood up and looked around, there was no one else.

Is it a hallucination?

Impossible, the head is really painful, there will be no fake, Zhang Hao turned his vision to the statue of the old man of the land, dumbfounded.

The old man of the land has a cane in his hand, could it be ......

Zhang Hao's eyes were misty, full of horror! Could it be that the rumors were true?

Zhang Hao immediately apologized to the statue and said, "Yes... Right... I'm sorry, Grandpa Land, no, Grandpa Land, No, Grandpa Land, No, Grandpa Fairy, I know it's wrong, please forgive me!" Zhang Hao was so frightened that his mouth drifted a little.

What's even more weird is that faintly, Zhang Hao felt as if a hand was holding his hand, which was very rough and could clearly feel wrinkles.

Zhang Hao trembled and was terrified!

Zhang Hao tried his best to escape, but the hand was tightly pulled and he couldn't run at all.

At the moment of turning around, in just a few seconds, Zhang Hao clearly saw that the old man of the land had opened his eyes.

"My dear mother, my son can't honor you anymore. Zhang Hao shouted, thinking that if he offended the old man of the land, he would suffer the same fate as the village chief who sold the incense burner.

Suddenly, he took Zhang Hao's hand and let go, and following the inertia, Zhang Hao rolled into the cornfield.

Run! Run!

Zhang Hao was flustered, with nowhere to put his hands and feet, and ran towards the village committee with a comic pace, turning back in five steps, for fear that someone would follow him.

After running for nearly two hundred meters in one go, panting, it seemed that his physical fitness was still a little lacking, and the sweat on Zhang Hao's face was dripping big.

Scared the baby to death!

It took a while to recover, and at this time Zhang Hao thought about it carefully.

No, he didn't seem to have done anything disrespectful to the old man of the land just now, even if he didn't like this title, he should go to the senior brother to settle accounts, right?