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In the blink of an eye, there are still a few days left before the traditional Chinese Spring Festival, and the municipal party committee and government will send a condolence to some old cadres and extremely poor households in Cangshan at this time every year, which can be regarded as paying tribute to the old cadres in their early years and sending warmth to the extremely poor families.

Cao Kunqiang will be downstairs of the municipal party committee, directing the staff to put the condolences on the side of the business car in an orderly manner, every year the city leaders of the condolence activities of the extremely poor families, there will be a TV station to track and report, this year is no exception, this is not, those reporters who came from Yunzhou, long guns and short guns, against Cao Kunqiang is a shot, so beautiful that Cao Kunqiang is not close to his mouth.

The trunks of the three commercial vehicles were already filled with the condolences needed this time, Cao Kunqiang asked his secretary Su Yang to make a final count of these condolences according to the list, and after confirming that they were correct, he beckoned everyone to get on the bus and prepare to leave.

Cao Kunqiang arranged this condolence activity, the lineup can be described as unprecedentedly huge, the deputy mayor, the director of the National People's Congress, the organization minister, the municipal government office all participated in the condolences, in fact, Cao Kunqiang after that meeting, made preparations, after making a list, but also one by one to invite, many cadres are still very active in such condolence activities.

The three commercial vehicles loaded with condolences, as well as the special cars of the leaders of Cangshan, as well as the large and small media vehicles from Yunzhou, came out of the compound of the Cangshan Municipal Government in such a mighty way.

Those retired veteran cadres in Cangshan immediately felt very happy when they saw the lineup of condolences from the municipal party committee and municipal government this time, especially Wu Dingshan, the former leader of Cangshan.

When Wu Dingshan was in office, he also participated in such condolence activities several times, and now it is the turn of his former subordinates to express condolences to him, and he is also full of emotion in his heart.

Many of the current cadres in Cangshan were also promoted by Wu Dingshan back then, so they came to this point today, and after arriving at Wu Dingshan's residence, they were very concerned about this former leader.

Han Licheng didn't know if Wu Yu's matter involved Wu Dingshan, but since the matter had not been finally investigated, Han Licheng didn't have much to say.

This morning's task is to extend condolences to the retired leading cadres in Cangshan, and after coming out of Wu Dingshan, the morning's condolences work can be regarded as coming to an end.

Because of some media in Yunzhou, Cao Kunqiang didn't dare to arrange for everyone to go to the Imperial Garden, but simply ate a group meal in a small restaurant not far from Wu Dingshan's house.

Cao Kunqiang and his party of more than ten people, the already small restaurant is very crowded, Cao Kunqiang rarely goes to such a small restaurant to eat, he is very uncomfortable, frowning and shouting to the waiter: "Simply arrange it for me, one box lunch per person." "Legendary Patriarch

"Let's have a simple meal at noon, and we will continue in the afternoon, please bear with me." Cao Kunqiang's words were clearly for the leading cadres in Cangshan, but in fact he was for those reporters in Yunzhou. Just when everyone said that there was no problem, Cao Kunqiang said again: "In the evening, we will entertain the media friends from Yunzhou."

Cao Kunqiang's meaning is obvious, after the condolence event, he should entertain these media reporters well in the evening, and fortunately, when he reported on the table, he would say a lot of good words in language, how could Cao Kunqiang let go of such an opportunity to give himself a long face.

After waiting for more than ten minutes before it was slowly served, after running for a morning, everyone was so hungry that everyone would gobble it up, and they all ate it with gusto, and they didn't look like a leading cadre at all.

After eating, everyone rested in place for a while, and before one o'clock, the group came out again.

In Cangshan City, there is an old man, alone, by picking up rags to maintain a family's livelihood, the old man's son was unfortunately killed in a car accident in his early years, and his daughter-in-law was also a year later, was taken away by a ruthless disease, leaving behind a grandson who was less than ten years old at the time and a granddaughter who was less than two years old. After the death of her son and daughter-in-law, the old man's wife suffered a severe stroke due to excessive grief and was completely unable to take care of herself.

In a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, the old man's grandson is about to face the college entrance examination, and the little granddaughter is also in elementary school, and the academic performance of the two children is among the best in the class.

Cao Kunqiang and his entourage were shocked when they walked into the so-called home of the old man, before coming, Cao Kunqiang and others had learned about these difficult families, but the situation they saw now was obviously more difficult than what they knew.

Cao Kunqiang When they arrived, the old man was carrying a snakeskin bag, he had just come back from outside, something was still cooking in the cauldron in the house, obviously the family had not eaten yet, a boy who was not very tall and looked very thin, was on the side of the bed, feeding the bedridden grandmother what to eat, and the little granddaughter on the other side was washing the grandmother's change of clothes.

When the old man saw so many people coming, he threw aside the snakeskin bag in his hand and looked at Cao Kunqiang and the others very nervously. Although in the past, before the Spring Festival, some people and leaders of Cangshan would come here to provide them with some help, but obviously there were not so many people.

Cao Kunqiang stepped forward and said to the old man: "Old man, I am Cao Kunqiang, the mayor of Cangshan City, the Spring Festival is coming soon, and I and some leading cadres of Cangshan have come to visit you." "Twin flowers: Mother, let's go to cultivate immortals

Although the old man had never gone to school and made a living by picking up rags, he knew that the mayor was a big official, and when he heard Cao Kunqiang say that he was the mayor, the already nervous old man would be even more nervous.

The old man was a little timid and didn't know what to say, at this time, the boy who was feeding his grandmother in the house came out, brought a bench to his grandfather, helped his grandfather to sit down, and said to Cao Kunqiang and others: "Uncle and aunt, hello, can you wait for my grandfather to finish eating and then talk to him, he went out in the morning and hasn't eaten yet." ”

The little boy's eyes were full of concern for his grandfather, but when the old man heard his grandson's words, he was very dissatisfied and said, "Grandpa will eat and wait, and you can't delay the mayor's time." After speaking, he also cast an apologetic look at Cao Kunqiang and others.

Cao Kunqiang was a little moved, and said with a little choked up: "It's okay, old man, you eat first, we'll wait for you." ”

The little boy quickly brought out a bowl of steaming rice from the house, as well as a bowl of wild vegetables, the old man ate the wild vegetables, and soon finished a bowl of rice, the little boy took the poured water from the house to the old man, looking at the scene in front of him, these leading cadres who participated in the condolences were all moved, and Han Licheng made up his mind to help the family.

After the old man finished drinking the water, he quickly stood up from the mountain, and said to Cao Kunqiang: "I'm sorry, mayor, I've delayed your time, you came today to ......."

Cao Kunqiang stepped forward to support the old man and said: "Old man, the Spring Festival is coming, we express our condolences to you on behalf of the Cangshan Municipal Party Committee, and our Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government have also prepared some daily necessities, I hope your family can spend a happy Spring Festival." ”

After speaking, the people behind Cao Kunqiang handed over the cooking oil, rice, and several sets of new clothes that had already been prepared, and Cao Kunqiang also took out an envelope from his briefcase, which contained condolence money, handed it to the old man, took the old man's hand and said: "Old man, here is a little heart of our municipal government, it's the New Year, buy some good ones for the children to eat." ”

The old man trembled and took the envelope from Cao Kunqiang's hand and said, "Thank you, thank you, my wife and I are already buried in the soil with one foot, but these two children are suffering." As he spoke, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The little girl who was washing clothes on the side also secretly wiped her tears, and the boy said very firmly: "Grandpa, for more than ten years, if it weren't for your care, my sister and I might have starved to death, but when I graduate and go out to earn money to support my family, you don't have to go out so hard to pick up rags." ”

Cao Kunqiang stepped forward, stroked the boy's head, and asked with concern, "How old are you this year?" ”