"Mayor Ye. I'm making a long story short, please come to our weeping village, I am very Huang, I haven't seen the township chief to our village for ten years, even if you come to the deputy, it's hard to see it. Alas! The old branch secretary sighed heartbrokenly. "Old branch secretary, our work has not been done at home. I review it with you. I promise that every year from now on, someone will come to the village, at least a deputy mayor. Ye Fan's face was hot and he felt guilty.

"Thank you, I know you're the mayor of a town. It's hard for you to manage a large town with a population of more than 100,000 people. I heard that the town has been building a road recently, what is it called "Linquan Datong Pulse" I heard that it is still a paved road with oil, and it has been paved to our Miaokeng Township. I'm so happy, I really want to touch the paved road with my own hands! It's a pity I can't see it.

Speaking of this, Ye Fan choked up a little and said, "Old branch secretary, you can get through." You'll see our brand new pavement. When the time comes, I will walk with you Ye Fan said.

"Mayor Ye, my first request is if the town can repair the road connecting our village to Miaokeng a little when the oil pavement is being paved.

The road was so broken that it was less than four meters wide, and I asked the government to dig it up to six meters wide and pave some gravel to make it easier to walk, otherwise cars would roll down the hill every year. Alas! Last year there were five more in our village, widows. ”

The old branch secretary trembled, and his heart hurt when he talked about this, and even old tears flowed out.

"Five widows." Ye Fan muttered in a low voice, and then Feng Rengui, the village chief on the side, explained: "Last year, I went down the mountain to three big three wheels, and five men died, so there were five more widows in the village at once.

In the old years, it is estimated that the widow or the only husband who overturned into a widow or a single husband will have a blade. The days of those widows who have lost the Lord's labor are even more difficult.

When I went to school, I couldn't even pay the tuition fees, and there was no money in the village, so the old party secretary even donated the annual salary from the township government to the school to buy some school supplies for the dolls. ”

Just then, a gust of wind blew in, and a figure cried and stumbled in. Mouth shouted: "Dad! Father. What the hell are you doing?

With a bang, a strong man with a tall ox and a big horse knelt in front of the old branch secretary's bed. "Jiuli, you're back, say hello to Mayor Ye." Feng Jiugong said.

"Who! Who is Mayor Ye. Damn, it's all a bunch of bullshit officials, their conscience is eaten by dogs, the school is about to collapse, who has come to see it, who has paid for it, and if it is repaired, my father will not be like this."

Feng Jiuli shouted loudly, fierce, a pair of wolf eyes with a trace of blood light as if to devour people.

"I'm just, young man, and I have something to say. It was a mistake in our work, and I promise it won't happen again. Ye Fan glanced at this reckless young man without the slightest panic.

"You are, damn it***, I'm fighting with you." Feng Jiuli scolded and pulled the whole person up. picked up the big fist of the casserole and smashed it at Ye Fan.

"Stop Jiuli, do you want to be angry with Lao Tzu? . Feng Jiugong's head moved and he scolded, and a lot of blood came out of Ye Di's mouth.

"Daddy!" Feng Jiuli, who had already been hugged, immediately knelt in front of the bed again when he saw it.

"Jiuli, my father can't do it, and I will be filial to my mother in the future." Don't blame the town leaders, they have their difficulties. One, the town is so big, there are too many things to do. Alas, it's just that you haven't found anything serious to do since you left the army, and my father is uneasy, you let me, I will tell Mayor Ye the last word. Feng Jiugong tried to hum a few words.

Ye Fan's heart moved, and he asked the village chief Feng Rengui on the side: "When did the son of the branch secretary retire from the army?" ”

"I retired the year before last, but there was an arrangement. Later, the township said that the personnel were strict and overstaffed, and there was no way to arrange it for the time being, so they told him to go home and wait first.

Nice lad! There have been several awards in the army, and you see, there are a few of them on the wall. It's been almost two years. When I asked, I said that I would have to wait a little longer.

Originally, Jiuli said that he was going to go to the countryside with a blanket on his back, but he was stopped by the old branch secretary. said that it could no longer be messed up with the government.

It is also called Jiuli to take root in Guiling Village and lead everyone to get rich together, and the old branch secretary gave birth to such a son at the age of the old party secretary, but it is a pity. Alas,"

The village head, Feng Rengui, was also emotional, and he also felt that he couldn't help.

"Old branch secretary, I will take care of Jiuli's affairs today, and he can go to work in the town tomorrow.

A new "village cadre management committee" has been established in the town, so let Jiuli go to work inside!

is a national official cadre, you can rest assured, I have kept the road widening in Guiling Village in mind, and I will definitely do it, and I can't do it as the mayor of the town

Ye Fan expressed his attitude resolutely, which made Defeng Jiugong is old tears overflow again, and grabbed Ye Fan's hand tremblingly and said, "Thank you!" Jiuli licked the trouble for the government. His job is a thing. is such a big person, and he can earn food anywhere he goes.

If Mayor Ye can really arrange him into the "Village Cadre Management Committee", I think it is better to let him return to Guiling Village to station, and not lead everyone to get rich

Jiuli, quickly kowtow to Mayor Ye, hurry up! The old branch secretary coughed and shouted.

Seeing that Feng Jiuli was still kneeling and refused to get up, he was so angry that he coughed and scolded for a while: "Son, you"

"Dad, don't worry, can't I knock?" Feng Jiuli had no choice but to turn his head and kowtow to Ye Fan, but was stopped by Ye Fan.

said: "Old branch secretary, this is what I should do." Jiuli just needs to do a good job. and he shall be spared from prostration. ”

But in the end, he was knocked on the head by Feng Jiuli.

"Good! Good! Mayor Ye, one last request. I hope you can take some money to repair the school. repair,,school,"

The old branch secretary's withered hand hung limply as he struggled to spit out the last two words. His eyes were wide open and he kept staring at Ye Fan, and he didn't spit out any sound from his mouth.

Ye Fan knew that the old branch secretary had gone, gone forever, went to a distant place, and would never come back.

A shout: "Old branch secretary! The old branch secretary "We can't live with you, don't worry." The school will be repaired tomorrow, and it will be repaired, and the best school will be repaired, so that the children can study. ”

shouted here, the tears on Ye Fan's cheeks flowed down his cheeks. "Old branch secretary! The old branch secretary, it's me, the principal, who is not angry, it's me" Principal Zhang Jialin desperately beat his chest and cried.

The whole room was immersed in grief, and everyone shouted the name of the old branch secretary, but unfortunately he could no longer hear it.

Ye Fan stretched out his hand and slowly closed his eyes for the old branch secretary, and muttered in his mouth: "Old branch secretary, even if you smash the pot and sell iron, I have to rebuild Guiling Primary School, rebuild"

Ye Fan's voice echoed in the room for a long time, drifting out of the nine heavens.

Turning his head to Ni Mei, he said: "You immediately notify the director of the party and government office and ask him to call a few more people to come up tomorrow to treat the funeral of the old branch secretary." Bring a few more beds with new quilts or something. ”

He turned his head and said to Principal Zhang Jialin in a deep voice: "How many students are there in Guiling School?" How many teachers? ”

"Hongming student. Teacher Pig, including 6 public teachers. Mingmin is a private teacher, or a pig substitute teacher. Zhang Jialin choked up and said.

"Hmmm! Village Chief Feng, how much does it cost to have a table per person? Ye Fan asked.

"Don't be too concubine, everyone in our village has wooden planks, just ask everyone to make their own planks and ask the master to do it, as long as you pay some of the master's wages and paint costs. To make more than 50 tables and stools, it is estimated that there are 4 work blocks. ”

"Good! I'll leave it to you. Remember, a new desk for two people, and a new desk for each teacher. If you want money, you can get a voucher and go to the director of the party and government office to get the Qinkou block. If it is not enough, make up for it. ”

After arranging these, Ye Fan turned his head and said to Fang Ni Mei: "Give each of the teachers a new quilt, the good one." Alas! We arrived too late. I decided to take a look at the school tomorrow. Wait until the old branch secretary is sent up the mountain. ”

Mr. came to pick a day, and the day when the old branch secretary went up the mountain was chosen at noon the day after tomorrow. After Ye Fan decided to send the old branch secretary up the mountain, he took the two days to investigate the situation of various villages in Linquan Town by the way, and saw if he could find a way suitable for the countryside to make a fortune.

Ye Fan told Zhan Yong about this on the phone, and he was also very supportive.

This incident of the old branch secretary shook him very much, and he felt that the little grievance he had received was nothing compared to the old branch secretary?

The old branch secretary is doing small things, not as big as what he does. But everything the old branch secretary did was very practical, it was for everyone, and he never thought about himself.

There is one in the countryside at night. The rule, that is, a vigil for the dead.

The invited gentleman set up the mourning hall, and hundreds of people came to the village, sitting around and playing small mahjong, each for two cents. There were also people playing cards, and the whole yard was very lively.

Ye Fan also played a few laps at the invitation of everyone. Lost more than a dozen dollars. Smoking a five-cent cigarette with the common people, a big bowl of home-brewed rice wine. The Wangwang fire cage roasting the broken big iron pot was also full of emotion in my heart.

Xin said: "Although the people of Guiling Village are poor, they have their own way of entertainment. People in the city play mahjong for one, five, or even dozens of pieces. But the people of Guiling Village played a dime and two cents mahjong and still played hot.

Whoever has something to do, the whole village will come to help. They ate food grown in the mountains and drank rice wine, but they never felt how lost they were. They have their own spiritual world......

While playing mahjong with the common people, Ye Fan also basically figured out the situation in this village, and the net income of each farmer was only about 100 yuan. Because the mountain is too high, if you plant some tea leaves, you will often be beaten by frost, so the harvest is not very good.

There is basically no side income in the village. Every family raises pigs, and in a year, they rely on raising one or two pigs to sell some money for oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, clothes, and take care of happy events.