(It's another weekend, and there is still no "recommendation" to look forward to, of course, mainly due to the quality of the work itself and the progress of the update.) It's false to say that I'm not frustrated, I originally wanted to use the platform of "Biquge www.biquge.info" to encourage and urge myself, although I didn't have any hope for the results of the first book, but I didn't expect it to be so bad.

In any case, I would like to thank several book friends for their attention and encouragement, and thank "Biquge www.biquge.info" for giving me this opportunity, "signing" and "putting on the shelf" are enough for me to do my best to complete this book. I look forward to your more attention, book friends, Xiaolu still has the same sentence, "No eunuch!" ”）

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Luo Xianwen saw a few villagers kneeling, and he almost followed him to the stone ridge, begging Secretary Yan to forgive him for his mistake.

But he didn't. If it was a thousand years ago, the lieutenant would have led the villagers to chant "Lord Qingtian"! But when he looked at Yan Hengzhi, who was wearing a jacket and had a stern face, he had neither an official uniform, nor did anyone know his official rank. Therefore, the feudal ritual of "bowing" is absolutely unacceptable!

Yan Hengzhi, Yang Zejin and others hurriedly helped up a few old men. "Old man, you are going to torture me and Yan someone, hurry up!" Secretary Yan said while bowing.

"County magistrate, now that the policy is good, our people can eat enough and wear warm clothes, we don't know what is going on outside, but we are content!" An eighty-year-old man excitedly shook Secretary Yan's hand, although he didn't know that it was not the county magistrate who shook hands with him, but the secretary.

"The outside world is ......," Secretary Yan paused, "The outside world is much better than Shiqiao, Shiqiao and even our Jiacang are still very backward, but backwardness is only temporary...... Ishibashi will definitely get rich! Old man, how many people are in your family? ”

"Considered a family of five, I live with my eldest son, my eldest daughter-in-law and two grandchildren. The great-grandson took over his mother-in-law and had a baby, and separated from his father! I also have two sons who are also separated! ”

"Then you can be regarded as the fifth generation of the same family! How much food can be produced in a field of five people? ”

"More than 2,000 catties of millet and more than 1,000 catties of wheat. Five or six hundred catties of grain, and seven or eight hundred catties of red vetch can be produced......"

"Is enough to eat?"

"The main thing is to feed the pigs and cows, and wow! The state roughly estimates the output according to the area of the fields, for example, my family and Dawa'er's family will produce more than 5,000 catties of grain according to the government's estimate last year. I have to pay nearly 1,000 catties of public grain a year, in fact, where can I produce so much! ”

"Director Wen, this is a problem, you have to communicate well with the Finance Bureau, and you can't see that the people are having a good time. Be respectful of the actual situation! ”

"Okay, Secretary Yan!" Director Wen replied while taking notes carefully.

On both sides of the stone steps are the tiled houses of the civil engineering structure, which are built according to the topography, because the Chinese New Year is approaching, and the stalls under the eaves are almost all New Year's goods shipped from all over the world, as well as the paper-cuts and lanterns made by the Shiqiao people themselves, as well as the "businessmen" who set up tables and write couplets for sale.

The tiled houses are almost all bungalows, with ice hanging from the low eaves. On the long stone staircase, only those crystal clear Xiaoice pillars are telling the people. It's already a cold winter with temperatures below zero.

Secretary Yan walked into a house, and there were four pairs of dishes and chopsticks on the big table in the hall, and the dishes in the center of the table were very simple - only a bowl of fried radish slices and a bowl of cold pickles made of green vegetables. And in the bowl of rice, there are a few pieces of dry rice steamed with red roots. But there was no one at the table.

Everyone rushed to follow the secretary, and the surging crowd seemed to squeeze through the wooden door of the small mud house. "Let me go, let me go, the county magistrate is going to my house!" A man in his early thirties swept through the crowd and rushed forward. finally squeezed into the room, then looked at Secretary Yan and his party with a smile, and looked at the food on the table awkwardly.

"Oh, secretary. This is the owner of this house, his name is Wang Hongkai, and he works in the grain station......" Luo Xianwen glared at Wang Hongkai, he had just seen this guy watching the excitement in the crowd. Unexpectedly, the family ran off the street without eating.

Secretary Yan walked to the dining table, "Wang Hongkai, do you work at the grain station and eat at home at noon?" ”

"Yes, Secretary Yan, I am loading and leaving the warehouse at the grain station. But I haven't had much to live these days......"

"This ...... Is it your lunch? What about the rest of the family? ”

"I went to the street, and I didn't finish my meal, hehe......"

"Secretary Luo, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Wang Hongkai, Secretary Luo is having dinner at your house today, is it okay? ”

"This ...... Wait for me to call my mother-in-law to fry a few dishes......"

"No need, you go cut some cold pickles, and then scoop some red rice ......" Secretary Yan pulled Luo Xianwen over, and put a pickle in his mouth with his hand, the sour and bitter taste stimulated his taste buds, "Zejin, you help Secretary Luo settle the account!" ”

Wang Hongkai was at a loss, staring at the mother-in-law and baby who had just squeezed home, and no one dared to sit on the table. His woman was also clever, and quickly went to the stove room to "select" a bowl of white rice without red roots, and when she came out, she asked, "County magistrate, have you eaten it?" ”

"Thank you, we've eaten, Secretary Luo is eating here, and we're going to set up a dragon gate array on the side!"

Yang Zejin knew that Secretary Yan was a little angry with Luo Xianwen's poor governance of the township and his sloppy beard, and he also knew that if Secretary Luo ate this bowl of rice, then Wang Hongkai's family would only be able to nibble on sweet potatoes.

He looked at Luo Xianwen who was frozen there, and then at Wang Hongkai's two children, and gave Wang Hongkai's mother-in-law five yuan and asked her to take the children out to the restaurant to eat something. Where did the woman dare to pick up, standing next to Secretary Luo also froze.

"Go and pour some water for Secretary Yan and them, what are you doing here?" Secretary Luo was full of indignation, but he could only sit down, he changed a bowl of dry rice with a little more red from the side, and followed the two children, choking and eating.

Wang Hongkai and his family were busy all day, but fortunately, the neighbor's eyes were quick, so he found a few decent cups and poured tea and brought them over. "How much money can you earn at the grain station?" Secretary Yan sat down on the side and asked.

"I'm only busy for one or two months a year, and I don't have anything to do at other times, and it's only tens of hundreds of dollars a year!"

"Is there any other income in the family?"

"When I'm busy, I'm at the grain station, and when I'm free, I'm helping people unload some goods, and my mother-in-law feeds two pigs. Hey, our non-agricultural household is annoyed, although we don't pay the contribution (public grain), but we don't have any financial resources! ”

"Zejin, that's a problem too! The problem of contracting land with non-agricultural households has not been implemented for a long time, and it is difficult to promote it, so I think it is still necessary to solve the problem through guò management enterprises, so that non-agricultural households can also eat! ”

Yang Zejin nodded, and then said to Wang Hongkai: "It doesn't matter, Secretary Yan just said that we will have our own township enterprises next year, and as long as you are willing to learn and work hard, you can get your salary every month!" ”

Secretary Yan stood up, and the director of the water conservancy bureau quickly took out an envelope from his purse. Secretary Yan took it and handed it to Wang Hongkai, "This is a little meaning from our county party committee and county government, I hope to help you get through this year!" ”

Luo Xianwen swallowed a piece of sweet potato, this was the first time he met the county leader to send condolences to him. In previous years, a certain condolence leader who came to the Spring Festival just put the condolence money in the township government, and the list was also set in advance by the township government. This year, he has been in his purse in the list he has set, and there is no Wang Hongkai on the list at all!

"Have you eaten well, Secretary Luo?"

"Eat!" Luo Xianwen quickly stood up, and the cold sweet potato was still stuck in his throat.

The group continued to walk, and after walking the stone steps, there was a street along the river, and the street stretched from east to west, and it was only a mile away.

When he arrived at the market selling agricultural products, Secretary Yan suddenly stopped in front of a girl who was selling memorization. "Leader, Seventh Uncle......"

As the village women's director, Shufen certainly knew who the few people in Zhou Zheng were in front of her...... (To be continued.) )