Zhang Wending knows very well that don't look at the current matter, on the surface, it is just a re-bidding for the project.

But behind this matter, it is determined who can be the master of Burning Wings between him and Wu Zhongzhong.

The expansion project of this secondary road can be said to be promoted and operated by Zhang Wending, from the Department of Transportation to the project, to the Department of Transportation to allocate funds, to the construction of this road to make a big incident, and even the follow-up funds of this road in the future, he Zhang Wending has to find a way.

While thinking of a way, we must also guard against Wu Zhongzhong taking the opportunity to make trouble.

This kind of hardship is not enough for outsiders.

Building this road was the first major event he had when he became the county magistrate, and if this matter was not good, then he, the magistrate of a county, would have just taken a step and fell a big fall, although he could still stand up, but I am afraid that he would be lame in the future.

It's small to say, but big is very big.

Therefore, Zhang Wending must pay attention to this matter. When dealing with Zhao Peihua, he not only has to help the police, but also takes action himself to ensure that there are no problems in the most important links.

Anyway, I just went to see Pan Xiaorong, a female accountant, in person, and went to the countryside to inspect the work.

The female accountant Pan Xiaorong's home is also Ranyi's, but it is in a mountain village, this village Zhang Wending has never been to, but he only checked it a little, and he knew that this is a famous poor village in Ranyi County.

The reason why this village is famous is because the village has the highest subsistence allowance rate, with 200 households and 700 people in the village, but more than 70 people eat subsistence allowance, nearly one-tenth!

This kind of situation is rare in other places, but it is a living reality in Burning Wing.

When Zhang Wending first saw this data, he couldn't help but feel a little feverish on his face - as the head of a county, there are such poor rural areas under his rule, he really feels ashamed.

Pan Xiaorong's home, this is a small mountain village surrounded by mountains and with pristine scenery - the primitive is not necessarily poor, but the poor will definitely be more primitive.

Zhang Wending's car only stopped at the head of the village, and he did not alarm the cadres in the township and village, he asked for the direction and went to Pan Xiaorong's house on foot.

Although every village has been shouting for many years, it is very difficult to implement it at the grassroots level.

In other plain cities, it is easy to build a village-to-village connection, but the mountain villages are different, and village-level roads are indeed open, and there are even cement roads. However, this cement road only leads to the village, and as for the various groups in the village, it depends on whether it is convenient or not.

The convenient group has a cement road, and the inconvenient group may only be a rough road.

But if this road leads to the group, it can be considered very good.

However, in the mountain villages, groups of dozens of households are scattered in different valleys or mountainsides, or even on the top of the mountain, it is really impossible for this road to lead to the door of every villager, which is unrealistic.

Of course, there are also many villagers who have already started to build houses at the entrance of the village - after all, everyone wants to live more conveniently and be closer to everyone.

Pan Xiaorong's home did not have a road, so Zhang Wending walked a small road and crossed a hill before arriving at her door.

However, this is nothing for a person who practices martial arts.

Looking at the courtyard gate of Pan Xiaorong's house, Zhang Wending was shocked again, the people in this mountain are really poor!

It is said that it is a courtyard gate, in fact, it is a fence made of tree branches, the courtyard walls are tied up with tree branches, and the courtyard, at a glance, is a standard small three rooms, and on the left side of the small three rooms, there is a low kitchen.

The courtyard door was open, Zhang Wending stepped into the courtyard, and shouted to the main entrance of the small three rooms: "Is there anyone?" ”

An old female voice came from inside the house: "Which one?" ”

With these words, a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her fifties staggered out of the door with a stick, and when she saw Zhang Wending in the courtyard, she was stunned at first, and then asked him: "Which one are you looking for?" ”

The old woman's back was a little hunched, her face was dark, like the color of the door frame, her hair was a little messy, but it was not the kind of untidy look, she wore a dark cotton jacket on her upper body, a pair of washed white pants on her lower body, and a pair of old cloth shoes on her feet.

Zhang Wending looked at the old woman with a kind smile on his face, and said to the old woman: "Auntie, may I ask, is this Pan Xiaorong's home?" ”

The old woman stared at Zhang Wending fixedly, and did not rush to answer.

Her eyes were filled with fear and unease.

Zhang Wending could see that she was very defensive of herself, he was not in a hurry, nor did he take a step forward, he still looked at the old woman with a smile.

After a while, the old woman probably didn't see any fierce aura on Zhang Wending's face, so she asked suspiciously, "Which one are you?" ”

Zhang Wending knew that he had not gone to the wrong door, he continued to smile and said, "Auntie, I am Xiaorong's friend, come and see her." ”

Zhang Wending bought something before he came, a carton of milk, some fruits, he felt that he couldn't go empty-handed, no matter what Pan Xiaorong's family conditions were, he could afford to look down on his own things, he had to show his respect for her family, and Zhang Jisong claimed to be Pan Xiaorong's friend, so he should show it.

It's a bit rude to look at people empty-handed.

The old woman hesitated for a moment, feeling that Zhang Wending's face did not look like a bad person, so she didn't insist on asking Zhang Wending's name, coughed, and said, "Oh, then you can come in." ”

Zhang Wending carried things and followed the old woman into the house, and Zhang Wending could see in the yard that this family was not rich, but when he entered the house, he knew that this was not rich, it was simply poor.

The light in the room was very dim, and with Zhang Wending's specially trained eyes since childhood, it took nearly five seconds to get used to the furnishings in the house.

Facing the door of the house is an old blackened table of eight immortals, on both sides of which there are two circle chairs, which have been polished out, on the left side of the table of eight immortals is a stove, and a pile of firewood is piled up below, next to the stove is a water tank, in front of the water tank is a stone platform, and the tent is placed with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Seeing this, Zhang Wending knew that he had thought that the low house next to the three small rooms was the kitchen, and that was his own assumption. The kitchen is located directly in the main house.

On the right side of the table of the Eight Immortals is a bed, on which lies a man, as if he is asleep, and the quilt has been smoked so that he can't see the color.

There were two stools next to the bed, and on one of them sat a woman, looking at the roof with a somewhat dull gaze, and when someone came in, she was unmoved, as if everything had nothing to do with her.