Chapter 560: The goose plucks its feathers

In the afternoon, the sun is shining. A half-new Santana runs on the lakeside road.

This Santana is the only "high-end equipment" on the farm, and it is still second-hand. Two years ago, he was repaid by a fishmonger. The fishmonger owed a lot of money to the farm, lost all his gambling, and had no money to pay, so he mortgaged his car to the farm.

Santana was driven by Huang Zixuan himself, and the passengers were Fan Hongyu and Du Shuangyu. However, the seating arrangement is a bit delicate, Fan Hongyu sits in the co-pilot's seat, and the new correspondent Comrade Du Shuangyu is like a chief, and one person occupies the back seat.

Huang Zixuan personally acted as the driver and guide, and Fan Hongyu deserved to accompany him in the passenger seat, sitting in the back with a big sting, which inevitably made Huang Zixuan unhappy.

For Huang Zixuan, Fan Hongyu didn't plan to use any means, just go straight, say whatever he thinks in his heart, or directly use actions to explain his opinions.

The way of management varies from person to person, and it is not possible to stick to the law.

Santana stopped and stopped, and every time he reached an embankment, Huang Zixuan stopped the car. The three of them walked up the embankment together.

The morning meeting has already been held, and Fan Hongyu officially appeared at the farm and took office. Those middle-level cadres were naturally full of surprise at Secretary Fan's youth. After hearing about Fan Hongyu's "heroic deeds", he secretly shook his head.

Another "two-pole"?

Personally cleaned up the hooligans in Shiyuan Town, not to mention, and let Du Shuangyu, a stunned young man, be his correspondent?

Such a style of conduct is simply unheard of.

There is a Huang Zixuan in Chaoyang Farm, which has caused many veteran cadres to have a headache, and now the higher-level leaders have sent a party secretary who is more "two-pole" than Huang Zixuan, how did it happen?

At noon, Fan Hongyu invited the comrades to have a meal in the canteen of the organ, which was a very ordinary dish. The home-brewed rice wine does not cost much.

The farm is poor, and the lavish feast is really unaffordable.

After the dinner, Fan Hongyu did not rest, and directly pulled Huang Zixuan and Du Shuangyu out of the house.

Chaoyang Farm is surrounded by water on three sides, and the shoreline is dozens of kilometers long, because it was cultivated land that was built around the lake, and the terrain was relatively low-lying. The focus of flood prevention work is every year.

Huang Zixuan can be said to know the situation of all the key flood control areas in the whole field.

Looking at the bluestone embankment under his feet, Fan Hongyu asked, "Chief Huangchang, has this embankment been around for years?" ”

Huang Zixuan said: "Basically. The embankment of the whole farm is not much younger than me. In those days, when the lake was enclosed to create farmland, flood control was a top priority. These dozens of kilometers of bluestone embankments are all old foundations of the year, and they are relatively strong. However, it has been a long time, and the necessary testing and reinforcement have to be carried out every year. Tinkering costs a lot of money every year. The farm's financial foundation is so bad. Half of the credit for this levee ......"

Fan Hongyu nodded and said, "Flood control is a matter of life and death, and you can't be careless." No matter how tight the farm's finances are, this money cannot be saved. ”

Huang Zixuan clapped his hands. said: "Yes, that's my opinion. In previous years, the financial situation of the site was a little better than it is now, mainly because of the cost of reinforcing the embankment. Later, I didn't think it was a way to go on like this. If this levee is not reinforced, it will cause a major flood. There are many places that can't be stopped, and they will break. We have 30,000 people living in this low-lying area, and if the levee really collapses, the consequences will be unimaginable. So in the past two years, I have spent more than half of my fiscal revenue on strengthening the embankment. Don't be afraid to be poor, as long as you have a life, you can always find a way to live. ”

Huang Zixuan's words can be regarded as a very vague justification for himself, why after he grew up on the spot, Chaoyang Farm became poorer and poorer.

Fan Hongyu asked a little strangely: "Flood control is a big deal, and there is no appropriation from above?" No, I remember that the province has this special fund, and the governor approved it not long ago. ”

Huang Zixuan sneered and said: "There is an allocation, 50,000 the year before last, 80,000 last year, and I haven't seen a shadow this year." ”

Fan Hongyu was speechless for a moment.

With such a dangerous terrain as Chaoyang Farm, the weight of the flood control task can be imagined, and the allocation is so small.

"No, the province must have arranged more than just such a small allocation. I know that. ”

Fan Hongyu immediately shook his head and frowned.

Just a few days ago, he was the secretary of the governor, and all the documents that You Limin had instructed had to pass through his hands. He knew exactly how much money the province had allocated to various cities for flood control. Qihe is a key city for flood control in the province, and every year the provincial government has a large amount of flood control funds. Of course, when the money arrived in Qihe City, Fan Hongyu was not so clear about how it would be distributed.

But under normal circumstances, in any case, Chaoyang Farm should not have only such a small amount of flood prevention funding. This amount of money is a drop in the bucket compared to dozens of kilometers of flood control levees.

Huang Zixuan said: "I know that the province has allocated more than such a small amount of money, and I also know that the money reaches the city every year. But I couldn't get it when I went to the Municipal Finance Bureau. Mayor Guo has approved our report every year, and last year he approved 400,000 yuan. However, the Finance Bureau only gave 80,000 yuan, and it was useless for me to wear out my mouth. They didn't say no, they just said that the city's finances are also tight now, take your time, and don't rush. Give it in several installments! Hehe, you should know the tricks of these officials, right? ”

As he spoke, Huang Zixuan glanced at Fan Hongyu, a little indignant.

The situation of their Chaoyang Farm is so difficult that the officials in the city turn a blind eye, and even the flood control funds allocated by the province have been deducted from the card for a small fraction. As soon as the workers were angry and made a fuss, the party discipline and government discipline punishment came down.

In the eyes of others, Huang Zixuan, the field manager, has done a majestic job, and the farm is convinced, but Huang Zixuan is always worried about money, in order to ask for money, I don't know how much I have suffered and how many faces I have seen.

Fan Hongyu nodded lightly and did not echo the voice.

Financial payment has always been a "first-class card", as the secretary of the governor, Fan Hongyu is well aware of this situation. This is not a problem of Qihe City, almost the whole province and even the whole country, there are similar situations.

"Plucking the feathers of geese" is a good trick of the cadres in charge of finance in various localities.

The difference is just a difference. It is rare to pluck so badly as the Qihe Municipal Finance Bureau. But as the party secretary of the farm and the acting county magistrate of Yunhu County, Fan Hongyu now has a different status. It is not difficult to casually echo Huang Zixuan's words, and even follow Huang Zixuan's words and scold the "official master" of the Finance Bureau, without thinking much, maybe he will be "cited as a confidant" by Huang Zixuan.

However, in Fan Hongyu's view, using such a vulgar way to bring the relationship between the comrades in the team closer is a bit too "out of place", and the number one should have the style of the number one, equating himself with other comrades in the team, and invisibly, lowering his identity.

And Fan Hongyu believes that Huang Zixuan, as the director of the farm, should improve his vision and starting point for looking at the problem, and he can't always be an "angry youth", which can't change the facts.

In other words, Huang Zixuan's consciousness is not high, so Fan Hongyu must help him improve his consciousness, instead of adding fuel to the fire. This is not good for Huang Zixuan himself. If Chaoyang Farm wants to turn over, change the status quo as soon as possible, and become rich, Huang Zixuan, the leader, must grow up quickly.

Fan Hongyu has no habit of being a nanny.

"Chief Huang, what do you think of Hai Rui?"

Fan Hongyu walked slowly on the embankment and suddenly asked.

"Hai Jui?"

Huang Zixuan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, why did he inexplicably pull it on Hai Rui?

Du Pisces, who has been silently accompanying the book, also feels a little strange. He is still a little dizzy, yesterday he was still thinking about "running away", but in the blink of an eye, he suddenly became Fan Hongyu's secretary, this trick has changed, and it is incomprehensible. And Du Shuangyu has never had similar work experience before, and for a while, he really can't find a way, so he can only be cautious in his words and deeds, see more and talk less.

"Very good, Qing official."

After a while, Huang Zixuan answered Fan Hongyu's question.

Fan Hongyu shook his head lightly and said: "Qingguan is Qingguan, but apart from Qingguan, what other deeds can you think of Hai Rui?" What did he do for the people at that time? It is not so much that Hai Jui is a Qing official, but that he is a famous minister. Many people don't know who Emperor Jiajing is, but they know Hai Jui's reputation. Since ancient times, Qing officials have invited names...... Li Shi, Xia Yan, Gu Dingchen, Hu Zongxian, Yang Jisheng, Yu Dayou, and other famous ministers at the same time as him have rarely heard of them. Hai Jui is a famous minister and a minister, however, in any era, it is not enough to have a minister. During the period of Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, if there was only one Wei Zheng, no Fang Xuanling, and Du Ruhui, who did practical things, there would be no Zhenguan rule. Now, there are some irrational phenomena that do exist, and it will not help if we just blame them. So, Huang Changchang, I think you are doing the right thing, no matter how much money the city allocates, this levee must be reinforced, even if the farm cannot afford to pay off its debts, as long as the levee is solid, it is the greatest credit. ”

Huang Zixuan laughed and said, "Secretary Fan, you don't have to praise me, those officials in the city know that even if I can't get money, they will still try their best to strengthen the embankment...... They're getting a hold of my soft underbelly. I'm not afraid of your jokes, I'm scolding my mother while repairing the embankment, haha......"

Fan Hongyu also laughed and said: "My mother wants to scold, and I still have to do work, which is a little helpless." Take your time, though. Some irrational phenomena cannot be changed overnight, but there must be a process. ”

Huang Zixuan nodded and said, "I agree with this. If there is a problem with the embankment, it will not be useful to scold anyone. ”

Fan Hongyu put his hands behind his back, looked at the vast Qingshan Lake, and said with a sigh: "Such a big Qingshan Lake, plus 100,000 acres of fertile land, can't it support tens of thousands of people on our farm?" I really don't believe it anymore! ”