Wang Qiao saw the black shadow flying in, and tilted his head slightly, letting go of the attacking clods.

The man who threw the clods was a half-crazy, half-sober old man in the village, who had to wear an old and torn military uniform whenever there was a group activity in the village, and he had to buckle up the discipline. He bent down and continued to pick up mud blocks, but was stopped by two town and village cadres.

Cheng Lingyue, the deputy mayor of the town, was very familiar with this old man, and said, "Old man Yang, don't make trouble. ”

Old man Yang tried hard to get rid of the two town and village cadres, but he was helpless and was pulled away from the crowd because of his old age and physical weakness. Old man Yang was controlled by his hands, and he shouted loudly: "Revolution is not a dinner party, not a fuss, not a painting and embroidery, it cannot be so elegant, so calm, so polite, so gentle and frugal." A revolution is an insurrection, a violent action by a class to overthrow a class. ”

"It is not difficult for a person to do some good deeds, what is difficult is to do good deeds all his life, not to do bad deeds, to always benefit the masses, to always benefit the youth, to always benefit the revolution, and to work hard for decades as a day, this is the most difficult and difficult!"

"The egg changes to a chicken due to the proper temperature, but the temperature does not make the stone a chicken."

"In the cold autumn of independence, Xiangjiang River goes north to ......"

The villagers had long been familiar with Old Man Yang's recitation quotations, and knew that if they memorized a few more sentences, they would start repeating them. Whether it is a meeting of the villagers or a wine for the villagers, he will always appear in front of everyone in his old military uniform and repeat these quotations.

Then, then they were driven away by the villagers.

Blocking the road is a process of wits and strength with the government, and having Old Man Yang make trouble at the scene will add some fun, so some villagers said: "Old Man Yang is also from our village." Can't pull him away. Cheng Ling leaped: "Pull away, pull away." Don't let him mess with it here. ”

Old man Yang was pulled away, and some vague fragments of words flew over.

After the interlude. Wangqiao began to carry out propaganda, the propaganda is old-fashioned, the first is that blocking the road is illegal, the second is that the garbage dump is being strengthened management, and the third is that there are problems that can be negotiated, and blocking the road is not the solution. Then he talked about the most crucial one: building an incinerator.

Wang Qiao is firmly opposed to the construction of the incinerator, but the decision of the county government is a decision, and he can only implement it, and he can put forward his opinions. It cannot be objected to, it must be implemented. He talked about the role of the incinerator against his will, like countless flies flying into his mouth, which was very uncomfortable.

Yang Zongming patiently listened to the propaganda, snorted, and said: "It will take a few months to repair the incinerator, and you will delay it for a day." ”

When Yong Fuxiu saw the president's expression, he immediately pulled his throat and shouted: "You officials know how to deceive people." Come back and lie to us ordinary people. When repairing the garbage dump, he said what kind of chicken the garbage dump was. The Ba Tech garbage dump doesn't stink at all, but now it stinks so much that people want to vomit. ”

Yong Fuxiu's loud voice was very provocative, and the women around him echoed it. For a moment, the blocked road was filled with women's scolding.

Yang Shaobing and other young people sat on both sides of the hillside, smoking cigarettes and watching the changes on the scene.

Wang Qiaojian couldn't go on. handed the horn to Liu Youshu beside him and walked to Yang Zongming's side. Said: "Blocking the road now can't solve the fundamental problem, after the incinerator is built." All the garbage of the day can be burned, and there will be no more garbage, which is the ultimate solution to the problem. ”

Yang Zongming snorted again, his expression full of distrust.

Le Bin also walked to Yang Zongming's side and said, "Old Yang, this is the county's decision. After the garbage dump is repaired, the problem can definitely be solved. ”

Yong Fuxiu scolded beside him: "Solve the problem of a hammer." ”

A villager who had returned from another place took a digital camera and hid in the back hill to take pictures. He is a college student from his village, a law school, and he has a sense of evidence, no matter how things develop, he can advance and retreat freely with evidence.

The party dominated by the urban management committee and the villagers were at a stalemate.

Wang Qiao took the opportunity to take a breath and asked Liu Youshu for mineral water to drink. As he spoke, the cell phone in his pants kept ringing. In between breathbreaks, he took his mobile phone and walked to a place far away from the villagers to call back.

"Things went well, it took a few busy days, and it was finally done. I'm going to thank your friend Yang Hongbing, who helped a lot, and came to Jingzhou for dinner when he was free in the evening. Lu Yifan said happily on the phone.

After Wang Qiao came to the Changdong City Management Committee, he fell into one troublesome thing after another, and he didn't have time to catch his breath. Jingzhou and Shannan seem to have become distant places, and the former life of eating and drinking, visiting the library, and playing basketball in the university has become a heavenly memory.

He looked at the emotional villagers and said, "Now that the villagers have blocked the garbage dump, and the county is full of garbage, where do I have time to go to Jingzhou?" ”

Lu Yifan said: "You are the deputy director of the urban management committee, you are a leader, naturally you have subordinates to work, and you also need to run to the garbage dump." ”

Wang Qiao said: "It's not just me, the top leaders are all on the scene. ”

Lu Yifan said: "In my impression, the cadres of the organs are just a cup of tea, a newspaper is half a day, and there are some jokes, saying that they are at the wine table at noon and at the dance hall at night. ”

Wang Qiao said: "The life of a cup of tea and a newspaper is a legend to me, and there may be some organs in this situation, but according to my current feelings, the grassroots departments are still quite tired." ”

Lu Yifan said: "Then I will invite Yang Hongbing to dinner alone." After eating, I took a taxi to Changdong. ”

Wang Qiao smiled: "You take a taxi? Looks like business is still good. ”

Lu Yifan said: "I think so, tomorrow I will play in Changdong for a day, and we will go swimming in the old township, didn't you say that the river is very clear?" ”

Wang Qiao said: "Come on, if you get the job done today, I may be able to accompany you to your hometown to swim, if the work can't be done, I can only say I'm sorry." ”

Lu Yifan said: "I believe in you, you will definitely be able to get things done." ”

For Lu Yifan's encouragement, Wang Qiao could only smile bitterly. When I used to study at Shandong University, I thought that after I entered politics, I would get into the limelight, guide the country, and make contributions. And the reality is a garbage dump, and he is trapped in the water, and there is no romantic revolutionary heroism left. At his feet was a garbage truck, from which countless garbage spondylates and emits a pungent stench. The landfill leachate has a lot of organic matter, which decays quickly at high temperatures, and grows white maggots.

On the side of the crowd, Le Bin personally went out to talk to Yang Zongming for a while. He has rich experience in grassroots work, and when he saw that he couldn't do Yang Zongming's ideological work, he didn't come immediately, but turned around and found Cheng Lingyue, the deputy mayor of Yanghe Town, who participated in the action, and said: "Mayor Cheng, you go to do another job to see if you can persuade them to leave." ”

Cheng Lingyue said helplessly: "Leju, if you can do the work, you can do it a long time ago." ”

Le Bin deliberately said: "In the past, the town cadres spoke in the village, but now the town cadres speak as a deaf ear, what is going on?" ”

Cheng Lingyue said: "The words of the town cadres are not deaf ears, they are bullshit. ”

The previous time, Director Zhu of the Urban Management Committee was beaten by the villagers and admitted to the hospital in order to force him to enter the site. This time, without the participation of the police, Lebin decided not to take coercive measures. Let all cadres take the initiative to go to the villagers, one-on-one, one-on-one work.

Wang Qiao was talking to Yong Fuxiu, a female villager who likes to be in the limelight, when a young town cadre came over and said, "You are Director Wang." Wang Qiao nodded and said, "I am." The young town cadre said: "My name is Qiu Hong, deputy director of the Party and Government Office of Yanghe Town. ”

Yong Fuxiu didn't want to listen to Wang Qiao talk about the big truth at all, so he took the opportunity to say: "You two officials are in the dragon gate array, and I'm leaving." She didn't go far, sat down with the villagers, and soon there was scolding and laughter around her.

Qiu Hong said: "Director Wang, you are a transfer student. ”

Qiu Hong is a heroic young man, more bookish than the vast majority of cadres in Yanghe Town, Wang Qiao saw the familiar temperament of student union cadres in him, blurted out, and said: "You are also a transfer student." ”

In the 90s, the selection and transfer of students was a reserve force for cadres, and they had a sense of sacredness and mission. When the students met each other, there was a sense of sympathy.

(Chapter 182) (To be continued......)