Since Lu Yifan was about to return to the three northern provinces, the exercise was very intense at night. The wooden bed in the rental house was originally very strong, but at the end of the exercise, the wooden bed was far away.

After Wang Qiao finished washing, he looked at Lu Yifan, who was curled up in front of the bed and only occupied a small position, and said, "I'm going out." ”

Lu Yifan hadn't fully woken up from his sleep, rubbed his eyes, and sat up on the bed. She will throw it on the side of the bed. Ku put it on, put it on Wang Qiao's vest again, and said, "I said I would cook you breakfast." ”

The spring was shining, and Wang Qiao felt that he was really sorry for such a wonderful moment when he went out at five o'clock in the morning.

"Forget it, it's too late. I won't send you either, you will sleep until you wake up naturally, and then go to Shannan. There are bowls of mixed noodles sold at the door, and the taste is very good. ”

Lu Yifan gradually woke up from his sleep, pointed to the key on the table, and said, "The key, how can I give it to you?" ”

Wang Qiao said: "Who asked you to return the key to me, take it with you." ”

Lu Yifan bit his lip, made a cute smile, and said, "What if, if I come suddenly and meet other women in your house?" ”

"What to do? Cold. I'm leaving, don't talk about these useless things, my doors are open for you. When Wang Qiao lowered his head and put on his shoes, he saw his slender and well-proportioned legs standing in front of him, and he almost had a nosebleed.

Lu Yifan stood at the door, watching Wang Qiao's sturdy back disappear in front of him. She closed the door, took a sip of cold water, and went back to bed. Holding Wang Qiao's pillow in her arms, the smell of men's sweat calmed her down.

The morning breeze is cool, and if there is no garbage in the air, it will be very pleasant. Wang Qiao stood outside the house in the power community, looking at the pedestrians who came and went. The early risers are all hard workers, there are small shops and young men who open breakfast shops, and there are sanitation workers who do general cleaning in the early morning. There are small vegetable vendors who do business, and idlers who play mahjong all night.

After waiting for a while, a small car drove up from a distance.

"Director Wang, have you eaten?"

"It's too early, I didn't eat."

"Let's go get a bowl of mutton soup and go up the hill. The good thing is not busy. Breakfast must be eaten well, otherwise you will be hungry at noon. ”

A new breakfast is now popular in Changdong, commonly known as Wanwan mutton. The breakfast hall has a large pot at the door, and inside is the prepared mutton soup. Someone wants to eat, five, ten, fifteen, the standard is optional. According to the needs of customers, the owner of the small restaurant takes some boiled mutton, lamb offal, mutton blood, etc., boils it in a large pot, puts it in a bowl with hot soup, and dries some shallots. It's a bowl of hot, fragrant lamb.

The customer then makes a bowl of the restaurant's secret seasoning, rolls the mutton in the seasoning, and eats it in the mouth, which is very satisfying.

Wang Qiao and Qiao Yong asked for fifteen yuan a bowl of mutton, but they didn't speak, and they feasted.

After eating bowls of mutton, both of them had beads of sweat on their foreheads, and their spirits recovered.

Half past six. Qiao Yong drove Wang Qiao to the Yanghe garbage disposal site.

From five to seven. The dump site can be opened to traffic smoothly.

After seven o'clock, the villagers came to the side of the road.

Yong Fuxiu held two big steamed buns in his hands and stood on the side of the road to nibble. Through yesterday's confrontation, Wang Qiao has become familiar with the rural woman in front of him who likes to magnify cannons the most, and in order to get closer, he took the initiative to say: "The steamed buns are really fragrant." Give me the points. ”

Yong Fuxiu didn't expect that the young official would ask him for steamed buns to eat, and he was a little surprised, and said: "I didn't wash my hands, you don't think we rural people are dirty." ”

Wang Qiao was not hungry, in order to show that there was no distance from the villagers. He said indifferently: "If you can eat, I will eat." ”

Yongfuxiu handed a steamed bun to Wang Qiao and said, "I still have porridge at home, if you don't dislike rural people, go to your home and drink a bowl." ”

Wang Qiao took the steamed bun, took a big bite of it, and said, "The people we are here, the roots of each family are in the countryside, what do you dislike." I won't drink the porridge, and I still have to guard it here. He complimented: "The local wheat is still delicious and tastes pure." ”

Yong Fuxiu said: "Other people's families don't grow wheat, saying that the wheat here is heartburn to eat, so I planted some myself and stayed at home to eat." ”

Wang Qiao ate steamed buns and said, "This eldest sister, I want to hear a sincere word, can you smell the smell in your house?" ”

Yong Fuxiu watched the young official eat his steamed buns with relish, and then glanced at the relatives guarding the hillside, and said: "Why doesn't it stink, every morning and evening, the mountain wind blows and stinks very much." ”

Wang Qiao said: "Is it stinky twenty-four hours a day, or occasionally stinky." ”

Yong Fuxiu said: "If it stinks twenty-four hours a day, it won't be dozens of people who come to block the scene, but hundreds of people from the whole company will definitely come." Every time the wind blows, our house stinks. ”

Wang Qiao silently ate steamed buns and analyzed the situation. After a period of contact with the villagers, he made a basic judgment on the garbage dump: "On the one hand, the garbage dump does have congenital deficiencies and poor management, every time the wind and rain fall, the smell will spread to 500 meters away, but it is not stinky all day long, the smell is still proportional to the distance, the closer the smell, the farther the lighter; On the other hand, an important reason for the repeated disturbances in the garbage dump is that some people want to relocate, and the relocation of the garbage dump has great benefits for this part of the villagers, and in the face of interests, they will throw aside gentleness, kindness, courtesy, thrift, and concession. If it weren't for these anxious villagers who wanted to relocate in front of their relatives and friends, most villagers would not have come to block the site easily, after all, blocking the site was against the government and delaying their own farm work. ”

After the first batch of garbage trucks left, Wang Qiao, Qiao Yong and the villagers sat on the hillside, blowing the mountain breeze and smelling the strange smell of garbage and grass, waiting for the second batch of garbage trucks.

The villagers gathered more and more, discussing when to start blocking the road.

A small car was parked in the distance, and Le Bin got out of the car and stood in the distance looking at the blocked road. Wang Qiao got up from the hillside, patted off the dead grass on his buttocks, and walked towards Le Bin.

Le Bin said: "It's going well." ”

Wang Qiao said: "The first batch of garbage trucks have entered. After the car returns to the city, it has to go to various garbage stations to load garbage, and when it is full of garbage, it is estimated that it will be around ten o'clock. People in the village said they were going to block the second batch of garbage trucks. ”

Le Bin said: "This morning, County Magistrate Peng called me and Jiang Dabing, asking us to use as little police force as possible, and not to use it if we can. He paused and said, "According to Secretary Ji's request, the garbage problem in the city must be solved today." ”

Wang Qiao was very familiar with the situation at the scene, and said: "If you want to ensure that you enter the scene, you can't use police force, you can't do it at all." ”

Le Bin said: "I didn't sleep all night last night, and I was thinking about how to do this. In the morning, I met with County Magistrate Gong and reported to County Magistrate Peng. County Magistrate Peng agreed to our plan, and at 10 o'clock this morning, he went to Yanghe Town to convene a meeting of the villagers and did his best to explain the work. The meeting was held in the conference room of Yanghe Town, and was convened and presided over by the Party Committee of Yanghe Town. It was the request of the county magistrate Peng to let Yanghe Town come forward, and this trick was very high, and a part of the responsibility was assigned to Yanghe Town. Yanghe garbage dump is the garbage dump of the people of the county, not the garbage dump of the urban management committee, and every unit is responsible. ”

Whenever the garbage dump is blocked, Yanghe Town will send cadres to the scene. However, Yanghe Town is not in charge of the garbage dump, and whether the garbage dump can be opened to traffic is not directly related to the cadres of Yanghe Town, who are not subjectively active and stand on the periphery most of the time.

Wang Qiao saw this very clearly and sincerely supported the request of the county magistrate Pengke.

Yanghe Town Government is close to the urban area and has good economic conditions. But the town government has not been renovated and is still located in the old courtyard in the early eighties. When Secretary Jiang Dabing took office, the former secretary's plan to transform the town government had been completed, and Jiang Dabing directly rejected this plan on the grounds that "the government repairs so luxuriously and attracts people's attention, and it is better to find some names to distribute to everyone if there is money to repair the government, so that it is really affordable." Under the guidance of this philosophy, Yanghe Town has always retained the old-fashioned courtyard office space.

There are two old yellow cypress trees in the courtyard, which shade the sky and the sun, and make the humble government office place a little elegant.

The county magistrate Peng Ke personally made a request, Jiang Dabing did not dare to be sloppy, and called Yang Zongkui, the village party secretary of Banzhu Village, to the room in advance to do ideological work, and then called Yang Zongming, the president of Wushu, to the office.

After full communication in advance, the symposium was held promptly at 10 o'clock.

Wang Qiao sat on the side of the round table, looking at Jiang Dabing, the former mayor of the old township and town sitting in the middle of the round table, and couldn't help but think of his old enemy Niu Qingde, which didn't feel too good.

(Chapter 185) (To be continued......)