At half past nine o'clock in the morning of October 21, the villagers of Qianqian Village began to come to the township government axe compound one after another. A table was set up at the entrance of the compound, and there were three people sitting behind the table, namely Xiao Wang of the Township Political Axe Office, Lao Zhang, a policeman who managed the household registration of the Township Police Station, and Wang Facai, Secretary of the Party Branch of Qianqian Village. After the villagers of Qianqian Village came, the policemen Lao Zhang and Wang Facai first jointly verified the identities of the villagers. After the identity is verified, the villagers can get a card with a number from Xiao Wang in the Township Axe Office, telling the villagers that this is the voucher for drawing lots later, and without this card, they will not be able to draw lots later.

As soon as the villagers saw the big seal of the red and bright township axe on the card, they couldn't help but become solemn and carefully put the card away, for fear that if they accidentally dropped the card, they would lose the right to draw lots.

At 9:50, several staff members of the township political axe brought out three tables and placed them on the high platform on the east side of the political axe compound, and set them up one in front of the other and two in the back. He also brought a wire, got a microphone and put it on the table behind him, and a big loudspeaker was placed on the high platform, facing the villagers below.

At this time, the outside of the township government axe compound was already crowded with villagers from Qianqian Village. Since only one representative from each household was allowed to enter the political axe compound to cast lots, the rest were stopped outside and waited. But they didn't give up, one by one they stretched their necks and desperately looked into the compound, and slowly moved towards the compound under their feet, wanting to sneak into the compound while the gatekeeper was not paying attention. Suddenly, they saw Director Li with a black face, holding a thick and long electric baton in his hand, and a mighty police belt around his waist, with bright handcuffs hanging on the left side of the belt, and a brown pistol holster on the right, with a black pistol stuck in the holster. These villagers immediately became honest, and carefully retreated a few steps back, avoiding Director Li's majestic gaze from a distance, and for a moment, the entrance of the political axe compound, which was still crowded just now, suddenly became much brighter.

At this time, more than 100 family representatives from Qianqian Village had come, accounting for more than half of the households in Qianqian Village. The villagers of Qianqian Village were surprised to find that Cui Jincheng did not come, could it be said that Cui Jincheng was dead set and simply gave up the right to draw lots? It seems that the police station is Gass (local language, meaning powerful, awesome. Isn't Cui Jincheng looking for death and life? After being tortured by the police station for a day, it is much more honest.

The villager surnamed Wang was gloating, but found that Cui Jincheng hesitantly appeared at the gate of the political axe compound, and it seemed that he was still not giving up on the persimmon garden, and wanted to come over to grab lots and try his luck.

Director Li really doesn't have the courage, and Diao people like Cui Jincheng should be locked up in the police station forever and not allowed to come out. Some villagers surnamed Wang thought viciously.

Cui Jincheng received a card with an official seal at the door, and then also entered the township axe compound.

In the next few minutes, more than seventy or eighty villagers came one after another, received cards at the gate of the compound, and entered the compound.

Seeing that it was about ten o'clock, Zhao Changfeng held a big wooden box and came to the high platform in the east with Township Chief Qian. Zhao Changfeng put the wooden box on the table in front of him, and then sat at the two tables behind him with Township Chief Qian, and the two of them whispered and laughed, looking very relaxed.

Zhao Changfeng raised his wrist to look at his watch, it was already ten o'clock. Xiao Wang from the political axe office ran to the stage and said to Township Chief Qian: "Township Chief Qian, there are a total of 226 households in Qianqian Village, and now there are 223 villager representatives who have received the lottery certificate. ”

Township Chief Qian looked at Zhao Changfeng. Zhao Changfeng said wait, there are still ten minutes. Township Chief Qian waved his hand, and Xiao Wang ran to the door to continue guarding.

At 10:78 a.m., representatives of two more villagers rushed over panting and received the lottery cards.

At ten o'clock, Zhao Changfeng stood up and made a gesture towards the door of the compound. So Xiao Wang in the office and Lao Zhang, a police officer with household registration, stood up, closed the big iron door of the township axe, and locked it with a thick iron chain.

Zhao Changfeng smiled at Township Chief Qian, moved the microphone to him, and said into the microphone: "Attention to the villager representatives of Qianqian Village, please come to the audience, the work of drawing lots for the contracting rights of the persimmon orchard in Qianqian Village is about to begin." ”

The villagers rushed to this side, and some people desperately squeezed forward in order to seize the favorable terrain in front of them, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

Zhao Changfeng said into the microphone: "Please don't crowd and stand in order." ”

The villagers below ignored him and squeezed around.

Township Chief Qian looked at Director Li with a dark face. Director Li immediately jumped on the stage and shouted to the below: "What squeeze? Are you all ready to stand for me? Whoever squeezes him any more, I'll put him on a telephone pole outside. ”

The villagers below immediately became much more honest, not to mention the shame of being handheld, and they could not participate in the drawing of lots in the persimmon orchard, so the loss would be great. So the villagers below stood there and did not dare to move.

Director Li was not satisfied with the reaction of the villagers, he jumped off the stage and poked the villagers' backs back and forth with an electric baton: "You, go over there a little; You, lean over here! ”

Director Li commanded back and forth, and the formation below suddenly looked much better.

Township Chief Qian nodded with satisfaction.

After commanding the villagers, Director Li ignored them, so he carried electric batons, pistols, and handcuffs, and walked back and forth among the villagers, so frightened that the villagers closed their mouths and didn't even dare to whisper.

Township Chief Qian said to Zhao Changfeng: "Assistant Zhao, go on." ”

Zhao Changfeng smiled, it seems that at some point, it is much more effective to use fists than to reason. He took the statistical table handed in by Xiao Wang in the office, glanced at it, and said into the microphone:

"According to the relevant decision of the Liangyazi Township Political Axe, the work of drawing lots for the contracting rights of the persimmon orchard in Qianqian Village, Liangyazi Township is scheduled to start at 10:10 this morning. According to the statistics just now, there are a total of 226 peasant households in Qianqian Village, but there are actually 225 households, among which Liu Laoqi of the No. 2 Villager Group of Qianjin Village did not report to the township government for registration at the prescribed time. In accordance with the spirit of the notice of the township government axe, Liu Laoqian voluntarily gave up the competition for the contracting rights of the persimmon orchard. ”

"Next, I would like to invite Township Chief Qian to speak."

Zhao Changfeng moved the microphone to Township Chief Qian.

Township Chief Qian coughed, held the microphone in his hand and said, "Folks from Qianqian Village." The party committee and political axe of Liangyazi Township attach great importance to the contracting work of the persimmon orchard in Qianqian Village, so there will be a lot for the contracting right of the persimmon orchard this time. I don't want to talk about any big reason here, but I just want to tell the villagers that since you have come to participate in the lot, it means that you recognize the right to contract the persimmon orchard by lot. Now I ask you, if anyone disagrees with the method of casting lots, please stand up. ”

The villagers looked at each other, but not a single one came forward. Cui Jincheng took a small half step, but immediately took it back, and finally did not stand up.

"Good! Since no one has come forward, it means that everyone thinks that the method of drawing lots is good. Whoever catches the lot will obtain the right to contract the persimmon in Qianqian Village, and it is the owner of the persimmon orchard in Qianqian Village, and what other people are talking about gossip or doing to interfere with and affect the normal operation and management of the persimmon orchard, then it is openly against the township party committee and the township political axe. Don't blame the political axe for your business! ”

Township Chief Qian's words came out of the loudspeaker and smashed coldly on the hearts of the villagers, making them involuntarily rush to chill. They didn't even dare to look up at Township Chief Qian, for fear that they would accidentally be put on the hat of fighting against the political axe and the party by Township Chief Qian!

Who dares to fight against the party and against the political axe? Are you impatient?

Township Chief Qian glanced at the villagers below and was very satisfied with the effect of his words. After a pause for about half a minute, Township Chief Qian said loudly into the microphone: "Now, Comrade Zhao Changfeng, assistant to the township head, is presiding over the work of drawing lots!" ”

Township Chief Qian handed the microphone to Zhao Changfeng and left the rostrum with his hands behind his back. The next thing is Zhao Changfeng's, if there are really villagers who see that Zhao Changfeng caught lots and cheated, then it is also Zhao Changfeng's responsibility, and Township Chief Qian was not at the scene, so he didn't have to bear any responsibility. Township Chief Qian is not entirely to shirk responsibility, as the de facto leader of Liang Yazi Township, if he does not avoid it, then if something goes wrong, who will come out to preside over the overall situation at the most critical time?

Zhao Changfeng waited for Township Chief Qian to enter the township chief's office, and then said into the microphone: "Folks in Qianqian Village, there are a total of four persimmon orchards in Qianqian Village. Three of the persimmon orchards were in fact given up the right to contract because the contractor did not pay the contract fee for two consecutive years. After studying with the party branch and village committee of Qianqian Village, it was decided to take these three persimmon orchards together and re-contract. In this way, we actually drew lots for the contracting rights of the four persimmon orchards this time. ”

The villagers in the audience were stunned for a moment, in fact, what they wanted to contract most was Cui Jincheng's persimmon orchard, and the other three persimmon orchards were not contracted or not.

Zhao Changfeng continued: "The villagers who have caught the right to contract the persimmon orchard can choose to contract the persimmon orchard, or they can choose to give up the right to contract the persimmon orchard, and it is completely up to the villagers who have caught the lot to decide. ”

Some of the villagers below breathed a sigh of relief, they were afraid that if they caught the contracting rights of the remaining three persimmon orchards and were forced to contract, what should they do? Those three persimmon orchards require a lot of investment.

"In order to avoid the short-term behavior of fishing in the dry water, the contract period of the four persimmon orchards is set at 15 years, which is convenient for the contractor to continue to invest in the persimmon orchards."

Zhao Changfeng said again: "Next, let me announce the method of drawing lots this time. ”

Zhao Changfeng walked to the table in front of him and continued: "When the villagers entered the gate of the compound to register, everyone was issued a card with an official seal, which was your lottery voucher. The folks now take it out and take a look, and it's all printed with numbers. ”

The villagers took out the cards and looked at them, and sure enough, they were all printed with numbers.

Zhao Changfeng said: "The number above is the serial number of your lots. Later, when the lot starts to be drawn, come up and draw the lot in the order of number. ”

The villagers at the bottom of the number were very remorseful in their hearts, and alas, why didn't I come earlier? In case Cui Jincheng's persimmon orchard is captured by the people in front, won't I just lose a lot of money?

The villagers at the top of the number were complacent in their hearts, the early birds had worms to eat, and sure enough, I listened to my wife's words, came half an hour early, and sure enough, I got the first number. God bless me, I'll take Cui Jincheng's persimmon orchard away at once, and let the bears behind cry with big eyes.

Zhao Changfeng took out another big piece of red paper and asked Xiao Wang in the office to paste it in front of the table, marking the location of the four persimmon orchards on it, and marking them with the numbers one, two, three, and four.

"Folks, you have a good look, these four persimmon orchards are marked according to the serial number, of which the persimmon orchard in the east of the village is No. 1, the persimmon orchard in the south of the village is No. 2, the persimmon orchard in the west of the village is No. 3, and the persimmon orchard in the north of the village is No. 4." Zhao Changfeng said.

Zhao Changfeng pointed to the wooden box and continued to the villagers: "Now, there are a total of 226 table tennis balls in this wooden box, of which 222 are white, and the remaining four are yellow. Since there were only 225 village representatives present, I will now take out a white ping pong ball. ”

Zhao Changfeng reached out and took out a white ping pong ball from the wooden box, handed it to Xiao Wang in the office under the stage, and asked him to take it.

Zhao Changfeng said: "The villagers who catch the white table tennis balls cannot obtain the contracting right of the persimmon orchard. Only the villagers who caught the yellow table tennis ball could get the right to contract the persimmon orchard. The four yellow ping-pong balls are numbered one, two, three, four, respectively, corresponding to the four persimmon orchards in Qianqian Village. Whoever catches the number corresponds to the contracting right of the persimmon orchard. ”

The villagers shouted in their hearts, I want the three, I want the three! The persimmon orchard in the west of the village is the persimmon orchard contracted by Cui Jincheng.

"Folks, if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me." Zhao Changfeng finally said.

The villagers looked at each other, and it was clear that there was nothing they didn't understand.

After waiting for two minutes, seeing that no one spoke, Zhao Changfeng said: "Okay, then now the work of drawing lots for the contracting rights of the persimmon orchard in Qianqian Village has officially begun." ”

He shouted, "Please come up and draw lots from the villagers with card number one." ”

A young man climbed onto the stage with a look of ecstasy and came to the wooden box. There was a small opening in the top of the wooden chest that could barely be reached by one hand, and the hole was so black that nothing could be seen.

Zhao Changfeng put his hand into the wooden box and stirred it, and said, "Don't look inside, grab it quickly." ”

The young man put his hand in, touched it for a long time, and finally took it out and saw that it was a white ping pong ball.

Damn it! Stinky hands! The young man cursed, slapped himself in the face, and jumped off the stage in frustration.

The villagers below were nervous and couldn't breathe, for fear that the young man would catch the yellow No. 3 ping pong ball, but when they saw the young man pumping himself, he couldn't help laughing, and his heart was a lot more relaxed.

Then the second and third turned out to be like this, everyone caught a white table tennis ball, so that the villagers on the stage began to wonder if there was a yellow table tennis ball in the big wooden box. It wasn't until villager No. 56 went up that he caught a yellow No. 2 ping pong ball.

"Alas! Why not number three! The fifty-six good villagers stamped their feet in frustration and were about to go down. Zhao Changfeng shouted at him: "You go to Xiao Wang in the office below to register your name." After the drawing of lots is over, the Qianqian Village Committee will sign a contract with you. ”

The villager stuffed the ping-pong ball into Zhao Changfeng's hand and shouted, "Assistant Zhao, I won't contract, I give up the right to contract!" What is Baotou in the No. 2 persimmon garden! ”

Zhao Changfeng smiled and continued to shout below: "Fifty-seven villagers! ”

Stimulated by the appearance of the first yellow table tennis ball, the atmosphere in the audience rose again, and everyone craned their necks to see what kind of table tennis ball villager No. 57 could touch. As a result, it's white!

"Fifty-eight!"

…… The card in Cui Jincheng's hand was number one hundred and sixty-seven, and he was very nervous, not only was the card soaked with sweat in his palm, but also crumpled by him.

On the 125th, another villager pulled out a yellow table tennis ball, which was written on the number four. However, the villager did not throw away the ping pong ball, he chose to register with Xiao Wang of the Township Axe Office, it seems that he is planning to contract the persimmon orchard to do a good job.

The next people touched the white ping-pong balls one after another, all the way up to the 166th.

"One hundred and sixty-seven!" Zhao Changfeng shouted.

"Here, here!" Cui Jincheng shouted holding the card alof. His mouth was so dry with nervousness that his heart seemed to be pounding in his throat. He scrambled onto the stage and came to the wooden box.

"Catch it!" Zhao Changfeng said coldly.

Cui Jincheng put his hand into the wooden box and turned up, and sure enough, there was a table tennis ball stuck to the corner above, Cui Jincheng gently pulled the table tennis ball down, and his hand retracted from the box.

He raised the ping-pong ball in front of him and immediately jumped up, shouting frantically: "Three, three, I'm three!" ”

(To be continued)