Then the service area rested, the opportunity to smoke two cigarettes, Yang Junfeng has contacted the secretary of the second in the city to which Wuyue Village belongs, and knew that the big guy had a private visit, and quietly gave himself a phone call, the secretary did not hesitate, rushed to the conference room in full view of everyone, and reported the situation to the boss.

There is no impermeable wall in this society, this change naturally falls into the eyes of others, not to mention deliberately stalking it, waiting for the exit of the highway, and the secretary of the No. 2 boss has a good relationship, quietly ask what happened, plus there are phone records to check, one to ten, ten to hundred, this is good, the number one call directly to the mayor, saying that the big guy above came down to inspect such a big thing today Why didn't he inform him, what kind of rhythm is this, is it to rebel?

No. 2 explained that it was a private visit, and he didn't want to alarm too many people, which was the meaning of the above.

But the meaning is the meaning, blame is blame, the number of rites can not be less, how can No. 1 not join in this excitement, many people are not to blame, so there is one more car at the high-speed entrance.

Seeing the two subordinates who had shaken hands in the province when they came to the province, Big Guy Yang pondered for a moment, did not stop, and asked Yang Mi to inform him that he was going to Wuyue Village.

Now the big guy in the city is panicked, this rhythm is not a good sign, do you want to be criticized, what happened in that place caused the big guy to pay a private visit.

Contact Wu Yue through various channels, and find that everything is fine, the world is peaceful, and there is something big happening in a small poor village.

But it's okay if you don't know the way, you know the way, and if you don't accompany you, it's disrespectful to your superiors.

With a stomach full of questions, No. 1 and No. 2 in the city followed directly to Wuyue Village.

Until the car was parked in a two-story building, which was not even tiled and the floor had not collapsed.

At the gate are two little girls plucking pheasant feathers, and on the way to the gate are a lot of animal offal, stinking and smoky, and they should be ready to finish the work at hand and deal with it at night.

Seeing three cars parked at the door, two little girls who were about twelve or thirteen years old said a few words, and then took the basin, and even the pheasant that had not plucked its feathers on the side, and entered the house with a gust of wind, and closed the door with a click.

Liu Xiaoqiang got out of the car and saw that his fist made a clicking sound.

Then Yang Xiaoguang, who got out of the car, twitched the corners of his eyes.

Wang Chongyang's face was also gloomy, he threw Liu Xiaoqiang a cigarette and carried the gift from the trunk alone.

Yang Junfeng came down after the parking, he didn't make a sound in this scene, he

The two city people who walked up quickly on the side ignored them.

Because Yang Xiaoguang didn't glance at them out of the corner of his eyes, but asked Liu Xiaoqiang something.

Anyone with a little eye can guess it.

No. 1, who slandered and pressed himself in his heart, really had no eyesight, and No. 2 quietly gave the secretary a look.

The secretary was also interested, took a few steps back, ran not far away and began to inquire about who this family was, now it's okay, the secretary of the No. 1 leader saw the situation and followed, and he must grasp the situation as soon as possible.

Make up for it, No. 1 saw that they were busy moving gifts, and they also came over, this time Yang Xiaoguang didn't speak, and when he saw that there was a play, the big bags and small bags were screwed straight down.

No. 2 is also an interesting person, and he approached Yang Mi, who he knew, and Wang Chongyang, Liu Xiaoqiang, who he didn't know, as if he was very familiar with him, and asked for warmth, which made the busy No. 1 gritted his teeth angrily.

Liu Xiaoqiang knocked on the door, but after no one answered, he walked up to Yang Junfeng and said, "Work permit." ”

Yang Junfeng took it out and handed it to Xiaoqiang.

Liu Xiaoqiang knocked on the door again, walked to the window next to him, pasted his work card on the window, and said, "Open the door, I am a policeman, this is my work card." ”

This improvised approach worked.

The childish girl in the house asked weakly, "The adults are not at home." ”

"What's your name?" Liu Xiaoqiang could hear the fear in his voice and asked softly. He said weakly: "My name is Zhang Xiaohua, and my sister's name is Zhang Xiaochang." ”

"Oh." Liu Xiaoqiang's heart twitched for a while, and he forcibly endured his resentment against the scum who thought he was superior, and said in a depressed voice: "Xiaohua, open the door first, my brother is not a bad person." ”

"Our adults are really not at home." The voice behind the door was full of cowardice, but it did not back down.

Liu Xiaoqiang's heart was powerless, at this time, the secretary came over with a few middle-aged women, the middle-aged woman gave Liu Xiaoqiang a flattering smile, randomly knocked on the door, and shouted in a loud voice: "Xiaohua, this is the leader of the city, who came to solve your family's affairs, not a bad person, hurry up and open the door." ”

The girl behind the door was silent.

This middle-aged woman, Liu Xiaoqiang learned from the secretary who came over to explain to him that she was the women's director of the village, and she was responsible for planning and giving birth.

Seeing that there was no movement inside, the female director actually kicked the door with her foot, and her voice was raised a few degrees: "You dead child, don't you understand or what, and it's not a valuable thing to move your house, hurry up and open the door, otherwise I'll call someone to knock on the door." ”

"What are you doing?" Liu Xiaoqiang was angry when he heard it, and a loud yell made the women's director not know where to put his hands and feet, or the attentive secretary who came over to Liu Xiaoqiang's ear and whispered to explain, saying that the legal awareness in the countryside is weak, and law enforcement is inevitably a little rough in many cases.

As he spoke, the door opened.

The one who opened the door was Zhang Xiaohua, who was older, simply wearing a T-shirt printed with a robot cat, and below it was a pair of shorts that could be bought for ten yuan on the stall, her face was terrified, and the tears in her eyes were still there.

Behind her was a ten-year-old girl with messy hair and pheasant feathers, also with a frightened face, her filthy little hands stained with chicken blood clutching the corners of her sister's clothes, her eyes full of cowardice.

"There's nothing to do, there's nothing to do." Liu Xiaoqiang really couldn't imagine that his woman's home would be such a situation, and after seeing it, he almost subconsciously reacted and hugged the two girls in the past.

The child's soul is always so immaculate and pure, although I don't understand why the stranger Liu Xiaoqiang is like this, but the peace of mind and trust are real.

Unlike Liu Xiaoqiang's perspective, several other officials focused more on the room.

The hall is not painted, the bare cement wall is a portrait of Chairman Mao in the middle, the left is a big calendar, from the above advertisement it is not difficult to see that it was given by a company when it was a poverty alleviation land, and on the right is hung with hooks, all of which are some game in the air. The ground was even more unsightly, it was the same as the ground of the decades, it was dirt, and the smooth ground that could almost reflect the figure of a human figure proved that the ground was at least a few years old. The rest of the space, unlike other homes with large tables and benches, is neatly arranged with a running refrigerator.

In addition to the refrigerator, four words, the four walls of the house are not exaggerated.

Two little girls cried in Liu Xiaoqiang's arms.

Liu Xiaoqiang didn't know that some of the officials present did not start from the grassroots level, or some had forgotten the lives of the working people at the bottom, or what they saw was what the officials below wanted them to see.

But at this moment, their eyes were moist.

Excludes, of course, the women's director.

Soon, from the mouth of the women's director, everyone knew the ins and outs of the matter. (It is necessary to talk to you about a few words, the first version involves job titles, but now it is an extraordinary period, so appropriate changes have been made, which may affect the quality of reading, not what I think, but I still say sorry, continue to yell at the top of my voice, and recommend votes!) ）