The south of Du Zhuang'er Village is a cultivated field, the east and west are continuous, you can't see the edge at a glance, the depth of facing south is less than two miles to explore the low-lying place of the Nanshan ravine, outside the ditch is several new factories in Longtian Township in the past two years, basically all are township-run enterprises, the most exaggerated is that there is a factory built on the opposite side of the ditch, close to the foot of the Nanshan Mountain, at this time the water in the ditch has overflowed the field stalk.

Not far away, there is a stone bridge made of bluestone, wide enough thick but not high enough, there are no guardrails on both sides of the bridge, it is the only passage to the opposite side of the ditch, because a factory was built here, so a dirt road was specially built from Du Zhuanger to pass through.

Accompanied by a group of people, they walked to the closest place to the river ditch, Xiang Xuemei wore a raincoat, Ling Han raised an umbrella on one side to cover her, and Liao Renzhong, executive deputy county magistrate, and Wang Baosheng, deputy county magistrate, accompanied on the other side, "The Nanshangou River flows through more than ten townships and dozens of villages in several counties, if they are all like our county now, it means that our canal management work is far from being in place." ”

Wang Baosheng, deputy county magistrate in charge of this work, said busily: "County magistrate Xiang, last year I reported the Nanshangou canal management plan, even if an ordinary bluestone embankment is built, the embankment section within our county alone needs a considerable amount of money, and it is just in time to catch up with the planning and reconstruction ......... in the north of the county." Saying this, seeing Liao Renzhong glaring at him, Wang Baosheng broke off his words knowingly.

The reconstruction of the county's northern planning and the expansion of roads in the city were all handled by Xiang Xuemei herself, so isn't it pushing the responsibility on her?

Liao Renzhong interjected at the right time: "According to our financial budget at the end of last year, there was originally a fund for the Nanshangou, some time ago the city instructed to carry out infrastructure projects in the development zone in the south of the county, and the money was moved away, but fortunately, this year's rainfall is less than last year, I have not heard of a major flash flood, and in another month, this year's rainy season flood control work is also nearing the end, but it has freed up time for us to renovate the ditch." ”

"Yes, County Magistrate Xiang, seeing that the National Day is coming, I am sure to complete the canal management before the rainy season arrives next year, as long as there are sufficient funds, it will be easy to ......." Wang Baosheng hurriedly echoed Liao Renzhong's words, sang and resolved the responsibility for the unfavorable management of the canal, and also pointed out that it was the county magistrate Xiang who led the transformation of the county town that affected my canal management, and what did you let me do to repair the embankment if I had no money?

At this time, the leaders of Longtian Township rushed over, headed by Zheng Zhihe, secretary of the township party committee, and Ling Zhibei, the township mayor.

Xiang Xuemei glanced at them and said lightly: "Secretary Zheng, Township Chief Ling, your Longtian Township is a well-known rich family in the county, and there are many township-run enterprises, and the support and policy tilt given to you by the county is not small. ”

Liao Renzhong and Wang Baosheng secretly shouted, Xiang Xuemei is targeting Longtian Township today, right? The understatement just now made Liao Renzhong and Wang Baosheng exhaust all the excuses that the county could raise, and it would be overstretched to argue for Ling Zhibei at this time.

When Ling Zhibei's eyes glanced at Liao Renzhong, he pretended to point at the river canal with Wang Baosheng and talked about what kind of governance strategy.

Zheng Zhihe laughed in his heart, isn't your surname Ling Duda? Now it's your turn to perform, and I don't have anything to do with the secretary of the manager.

Ling Zhibei scolded secretly in his heart, blaming Liao Renzhong for not speaking for himself, how did he know that Liao Wang and the two were settled just now by Xiang Xuemei.

Ling Han mourned silently for this 'fourth uncle', this Xuemei is really powerful, what she said just now seemed to be looking for Liao Renzhong and Wang Baosheng's stubble, who knew that her Maotou was facing Ling Zhibei of Longtian Township, and Liao and Ling were originally wearing a pair of pants, Ling Zhibei couldn't get off the stage, and Liao Renzhong's face was not good-looking, but this Liao Renzhong was also inspired by officialdom, and he was very calm on the surface.

"Township Chief Xiang, our work is not done enough, I will review, as soon as the flood season is over, I will focus on this work."

"Township Chief Ling, I don't want you to have any review, you are a public servant sent to the people of the first party, for one term of office, for the benefit of one party, Longtian Township has been rich in the past two years, but the rich is private, rich on the surface, look at the Nanshan Valley, and then look back at this Duzhuanger Village, it still maintains the old appearance of the early days of liberation, you Ling Township Chief doesn't want to develop this place into a retro tourist area, right?"

This is quite serious, Ling Zhibei blushed and couldn't speak, and the others were silent, how could Xiang County ever be so angry, he was going to wait for her to say a few words before stepping forward to lead the topic Liao Renzhong also dispelled this idea, this is to take Ling Zhibei to knife?

The raindrops seemed to be getting heavier, and the sound of hitting the mud was sticky and gloomy.

"Township Chief Ling, the county has budgeted for the treatment project of the Xinjiang County section of Nanshangou, and it costs at least 4 million yuan to build the most basic flood control stone embankment, do you have no money in Longtian Township? You, the head of a rich township, cry poverty to the county one day, can you show your courage this time? ”

Ling Zhibei suddenly understood, Xiang Xuemei 'incited' herself in public This slap is asking for money, 4 million, aunt, you are so ruthless!

"County Magistrate Xiang, give me two months, my Longtian Township will build this stone embankment even if I smash bowls and sell iron, and I can't resign."

Xiang Xuemei turned her head and found Director Liu Changshan of the County Political Axe Office in the crowd, "Director Liu, and the commander of Ling Township has a military order." ”

A bunch of officials saw Xiang Xuemei's 'toughness' at this time, and at first they all thought that she was going to take this opportunity to get rid of Ling Zhibei, and Liao Renzhong, who was poor in words, couldn't protect him, but the female county magistrate fished out 4 million canal treatment funds from the pocket of Longtian Township.

For Ling Zhibei to spend 4 million yuan to repair the embankment, Liao Renzhong, Wang Baosheng and others are a little puzzled, even Zheng Zhihe, the secretary of Longtian Township, also wondered, in fact, no one knows the secret in Ling Zhibei's heart, in his opinion, once that incident broke out, Longtian Township even had 40 million and it was not their turn to spend, at this time the money could still have a good reputation, even if it really went that far, Longtian Township would have to be tossed poor.

"County Magistrate Liao, let's go, let's go over there and see, why is the factory building a ditch opposite? The wall is not low, flood control? Xiang Xuemei pointed to the factory area hanging on the other side of the ditch river, covering an area of more than 30 acres, with high walls and barriers, and could not see the situation inside.

"Oh, Xiang County, that's a sand factory, close to the river ditch is also for the convenience of sand selection, at the foot of the South Mountain, this large area is mud and sand, relevant experts have also made an assessment, relying on a sand factory to level this piece of sand dune It will take five or seven years, and it is also beneficial to the management of the river, you see, once this protrusion is cut off, this piece of river will be greatly widened, and the mountain flood will not overflow on the north bank."

Ling Zhibei's heart twitched, he didn't feel this way when he was scolded just now, but when he talked about that sand factory, cold sweat oozed from his vest.

Except for Ling Han, no one saw Ling Zhibei's strange expression in an instant, if you want to say that this big township chief who covers the sky with one hand did not hook up with Zhang Dongjian, who would believe it? At this time, Ling Zhibei stepped forward, "County Magistrate Xiang, the sand factory has also stopped working in the past few days, and Zhang Dongjian is responsible for several factories in this area, since he was taken away, the workers have gone on strike one after another, and now the factory has gone home except for a few guards." ”

At this moment, the rain changes at any time, and all the faces of the splash are wet.

"Xiang County, this rain seems to be increasing, are we here or not?" Wang Baosheng wiped the rainwater on his face.

Ling Han recalled the flash flood in the previous life, Du Zhuang'er was still quite high, and the power of the flood was greatly reduced after entering the village, even so there was waist-deep water, fortunately, there were no casualties of house collapse, but the downstream Mawangzhuang suffered a great disaster, the whole village was washed away by the flood, all the houses were washed away by the flood, and nearly 100 casualties were killed, not counting the missing people who were washed away by the water.

Mawangzhuang Village is located at the bottom of a low-lying ditch, although the river is around the village, but the water potential is too big to cross the short embankment, the height of the stone embankment they built is similar to that of the villagers' houses, but there has been no flood over the years.

Thinking of that human tragedy, Ling Han's eyes were a little stunned, and he looked downstream in a daze.

At this time, listening to Wang Baosheng's proposal to go back, Xiang Xuemei also felt that it was meaningless to inspect the ditch here again, it was better to arrange some more practical work, thinking of this, she turned her head and said to Zheng Zhihe, secretary of Longtian Township: "Secretary Zheng, the flood control work must be done well, and on such a continuous rainy day, we must beware of it becoming bigger, you arrange someone to inform the gatekeepers of these factories that they should go home and go home, and then avoid the rain, we don't care if the flash flood comes or not, but we must be prepared in advance, just in case." ”

"County Magistrate Xiang don't worry, I will arrange someone to inform them to ensure that there will be no problems."

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