It was the first time for Zhao Changshu to enter Xiangyun Village. When he was immersed in the scene, the deepest impression of Xiangyun Village was that it was dirty and messy! The streets are full of sewage, piles of garbage, leaves everywhere, autumn winds blow, and plastic bags are flying in the wind, hanging on the branches and treetops, like white flags erected by Japanese devils. Luckily, it's cold this season, otherwise the streets would have been full of buzzing flies.

Zhao Changshu was accompanied by four people, one was Xiao Gao, the secretary temporarily arranged for him by the county government, the other was Li Xingming, the director of the Xiangyun Sub-district Office, and the other was a professional lawyer hired by Zhao Changgun.

As soon as the three of them walked into the main street of Xiangyun Village, a farm tricycle whistled past them, and the wheels ran over the sewage on the ground, splashing the four people all over their bodies.

"Hey, how do you drive! Don't see anyone? Secretary Xiao Gao yelled at the tricycle.

The tricycle driver's ears were very good, and he actually heard Xiao Gao's shout, he lightly braked, slowed down, stuck his head out of the car, and shouted at Zhao Changshu and the others: "You have long eyes and buttocks?" Didn't see the car coming? Won't you stay away? At this time, you actually relied on me? You got under my wheels and crushed you, and it was up to me? Depend on! ”

Xiao Gao is a college student who only graduated this year, just joined the work, and has great respect for Zhao Changgun, he originally wanted to give Zhao Changshu a vent, but he didn't expect to be abused by the driver again, and he trembled with anger, and pointed at the driver and said: "You, how do you talk!" Do you know who this is? ”

Xiao Gao said as he pointed to Zhao Changshu beside him.

The driver glanced at Zhao Changlan, and after seeing Zhao Changgun's eyes, his heart suddenly shuddered, and he didn't dare to entangle anymore, so he pouted and said, "Damn, who are you guys who cares about my!" If you want to hear something good, go home and find your mother! ”

After the three-wheeled driver finished speaking, he kicked the accelerator to the end, and the tricycle whistled away, splashing mud and falling on the gray walls on both sides of the street, and then sliding down the wall naturally, dragging out long traces, like crawlers lying on the wall, how ugly and ugly it was.

"Deputy County Magistrate Zhao, look at this ??????" Xiao Gao said angrily. After speaking, he turned his head and said to the lawyer who came with him: "Lawyer Hu, do you think we can sue him?" ”

Lawyer Hu wiped the mud spots on his clothes with a tissue and said with a wry smile: "We don't even know what people's surnames are, how can we sue them?" Besides, even if we go to sue someone, the court will not accept this kind of case! ”

Zhao Changshu casually patted the mud spots on his body, and while continuing to walk forward, he said lightly: "The court didn't accept it because the matter was small, and if you punched him into a concussion, the court will definitely accept it." ”

The three of them looked at Zhao Changlan's back, and couldn't help but look at each other, a little doubtful that their ears had heard it wrong just now.

"He really deserves to be a bandit county magistrate." Lawyer Hu muttered softly and followed.

Zhao Changshu first chose a dilapidated courtyard, and when he walked in, he found that there was only one old man in his fifties at home, the old man had a disabled right leg, a cane in his right hand, and a watering can in his left hand was watering the chrysanthemums in the yard. The old man planted a thousand head chrysanthemums, and the golden yellow ones are good-looking.

After a few words of greeting, Zhao Changshu knew that the old man's surname was He.

When Uncle He knew that the person who came was the deputy county magistrate of Qingyun County, he immediately excitedly asked everyone to enter the house, and gave up his seat, handed out cigarettes and made tea. Zhao Changshu hurriedly stopped him and said, "Uncle, your legs and feet are inconvenient, don't be busy, come, I'll help you sit down." ”

As Zhao Changshu spoke, he personally helped the old man to sit on a chair.

The old man patted his old stump leg vigorously and said, "Alas! Wounded during the Vietnam War, he stepped on a landmine during a surprise attack, and his life was missed, and his leg was blown up! Alas, getting old, getting old, this leg is getting worse and worse. ”

Zhao Changshu was in awe, stood up, and gave the old man a military salute with a snap, and then said with a smile: "Disrespectful, disrespectful, it turned out to be an old hero!" ”

The old man is also a cheerful person, laughing and saying: "Hahaha, County Magistrate Zhao, if I guess correctly, you must have been a soldier too, right?" ”

"Hehe, how does the old man know?" Zhao Changshu asked with a smile.

"Taste! You have the smell of an iron-blooded soldier, you are not only a soldier once, but you have also been on the battlefield and fought in actual combat! Only soldiers who have fought in actual combat can be regarded as real soldiers! The soldiers on the shooting range are those who have been working for ten years, and they are also new recruits! Hahaha! Seeing that Zhao Changshu was a lover, the old man also became emotional, as if he had met an old comrade-in-arms who had been separated for many years.

"Uncle, I see that you are living a very hard life, who else is there in the family?" Zhao Changshu saw that Uncle He's home furnishings were very simple, even the TV set in the corner was black and white, in this era of flat screen TVs and computers, black and white TVs could enter the antique level.

Speaking of life, the old man's expression was a little gloomy and said: "Alas! There is also a wife who sells vegetables at the Qingyun County Farmers' Market, my son just graduated this year, and now he is busy looking for a job every day. ”

Zhao Changshu was stunned for a moment, as far as he knew, Vietnam War veterans all had pensions, not to mention the old man who was disabled in battle, that is, ordinary engineering soldiers, and now the state has a subsidy of 600 yuan every month, why didn't the old man mention it just now?

Zhao Changshu was puzzled in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "Uncle, don't Vietnam War veterans have monthly subsidies?" Don't you? ”

"Alas! Don't mention it, I feel guilty when I think about it. When I broke my leg by a landmine, I was stunned, but I don't know how, and when I woke up, I became a prisoner! It wasn't until the end of the war, when the two armies exchanged prisoners, that I was replaced. It wasn't until later that I learned that our army had lost that battle and withdrew from the battle before we had time to clean up the battlefield. Later, it was the Vietnamese army who discovered me while cleaning the battlefield, so that I became a prisoner. After the exchange of prisoners returned home, my comrades-in-arms promoted the work and arranged the work, that is, the recruits at that time now have a pension every month. I also went to the civil affairs department to ask, but they said that I was once a prisoner and had no pension. Damn, if I hadn't been stunned by a mine, who the would want to be a prisoner? I didn't even have time to use the glorious thunder that the instructor gave me! ”

Speaking of what happened back then, the old man was a little excited and began to scold his mother. But Zhao Changshu didn't feel that this was the old man's disrespect to him, he just frowned, and after the old man finished speaking, he said with a stern face: "Uncle, I don't know much about the situation you said and how the specific national policy stipulates, but I solemnly promise you now, and I will definitely ask you about this matter when I go back." It's not your fault that you were captured, you have shed blood and made meritorious contributions for this country, and I believe that the country will not forget you! ”

After hearing Zhao Changlan's statement, the old man immediately stood up excitedly, held Zhao Changlan's hand and said, "Deputy County Magistrate Zhao, then I really have to thank you!" I don't ask for too much, as long as I don't drag this family back! Alas, you don't know, my old woman, bitter! For more than ten years, I have been pulling children to take care of me, and before I was sixty, my hair was half white. ”

Zhao Changshu hurriedly helped the old man to sit down again, and then said: "Uncle, don't worry, I will definitely ask you about this matter, if the national policy does not allow it, I will cover your living expenses in the future." ”

"Oh, that's not going to happen. How can I spend your money! Uncle He stood up excitedly again.

Zhao Changshu hurriedly pressed him to the small stool and said, "Actually, I came to Xiangyun Village today mainly to do a poll. ”

"Polls? What to investigate? The old man asked in surprise.

"Uncle, now the government wants to renovate Xiangyun Village into an urban village, so that everyone can move into a new house and get compensation for relocation. I'm just here to find out if you are willing to relocate and whether you support the government's project. Zhao Changshu finally said the purpose of this trip.

"Of course willing to relocate! If you want me to say, Xiangyun Village should have undergone urbanization transformation a long time ago! Now Xiangyun Village is crowded among a group of high-rise buildings, and my old man doesn't look beautiful. Our Xiangyun Village is pulling the hind legs of Qingyun County! The old man patted his thigh and said.

Zhao Changshu didn't expect the old man to have this attitude, if the old neighbors of Xiangyun Village were all with this attitude, how could Sun Guangliang's transformation end in such a tragedy last year?

"Uncle, this is just your own idea, I don't know what other old neighbors think?" Zhao Changshu asked again.

"Deputy County Magistrate Zhao, I don't dare to say anything else, almost all the original old neighbors in Xiangyun Village are willing to relocate, let's talk about the old grandson's house, his two sons have reached the age of marriage, but a family of four is crammed into three old houses, a few days ago, the eldest of his family himself talked about a partner outside, and it has reached the time to talk about marriage, but a few days ago, the girl went to the old grandson's house to see, and immediately broke up with the son of the old grandson. Fortunately, the son of the old grandson has a good brain, and told the girl that Xiangyun Village is about to be renovated into an urban village, and when the time comes, their family will have a house, a house, a car and a car, so the girl did not break up with the little grandson immediately. Therefore, now Lao Sun Tou is praying every day, praying that the government will quickly carry out urban transformation of Xiangyun Village. ”

When it comes to the matter of the old grandson's family, the old man is a little helpless.

The four of Zhao Changshu couldn't help but look at each other, they didn't expect that there would be such a situation in Xiangyun Village, the secretary Xiao Gao quickly made a record in the notebook, and asked: "Uncle, like you said, is there much in Xiangyun Village?" ”

"Many! Of course, there are more than 20 of them as far as I know, all waiting for the house to marry a daughter-in-law! But they don't have the money to buy a house themselves, so they wait for the government to move back every day. The old man said immediately.

"Since everyone is willing to demolish and rebuild, but when Secretary Sun of the county party committee started this project last year, why did it not only end hastily, but even caused a tragedy?" Zhao Changshu asked suspiciously.

"Alas! It's not for the black-hearted bosses of those small factories! They are doing a good job here, but after the relocation, their workshop will be gone, which is equivalent to cutting off their financial route, of course they are not willing to relocate! The old man said sharply.

"Are there many workshops like this? Do they have a license to operate? Xiao Gao asked as he recorded.

"Well, quite a few. There are about 30 of them, and there are many types, some basket weaving, some vermicelli, some welding rods, some laundry detergents, and so on. Most of these workshops have self-employment licenses, but there are also black workshops that operate without a license. The old man thought for a moment and said.

"Operating without a license? Why didn't the relevant departments come to seal it up? Zhao Changshu asked in surprise.