Chapter 200: Outer Chapter (1)

Haimen City, Anhong Village.

Chen Xuming, 24 years old, male.

Haimen is a large city in the southeastern provinces of the Central Plains, and this is Chen Xuming's second year as a reporter. That night, he was on his way to the house of the village chief of Anhong Village.

Taili specially instructed that the advanced deeds of civilization in Anhong Village should be well publicized. Chen Xuming knows that at this critical juncture of introducing foreign investment in Anhong Village, it is very necessary to do a good job in publicizing the positive image.

The light was dim, and he felt for the SONY voice recorder in his jacket pocket.

After turning two alleys, the village chief had already greeted him at the door. The village chief was dressed plainly, not at all like the nouveau riche in the village who wore gold and silver.

"Welcome, welcome, Xiao Chen is here once, it's really not easy!"

"Where, the village chief said with a smile. ”

"Come on in!"

The village chief took Chen Xuming's hand and led him to the house with great enthusiasm.

This house is as simple as the village chief's dress, and Chen Xuming decided to give this house a close-up in the report - the village chief of the 10 billion GDP creation village actually lives in an unrenovated clear water house.

"Xiao Chen," the village chief pointed to the light bulb with a dim yellow light above his head, "I am a rough man, different from your professional background, but I understand a truth, you reporters, just like this light bulb, the light bulb invented by Edison brightens this hut the most, and you illuminate the whole world." ”

Chen Xuming's heart was hot, and an inexplicable feeling of emotion came from his heart.

"Village Chief An, can I take a picture of this room first?" Chen Xuming said as he took out his camera.

The village chief nodded: "Okay!

The light in the dim room is not very good, Chen Xuming took a few long photos full of noise, he thinks, under this kind of light, this kind of noisy photos, it reflects a kind of rustic anger.

Dinner officially began, a few simple side dishes, a rustic living room, and three simple people - Village Chief An, Village Chief's wife, Chen Xuming.

He thought that this village with a GDP of 10 billion yuan would have some cheers that he hated, and then give a clichΓ© reporter a red envelope and ask the reporter to help the village pack the package, but he didn't expect that there would be such an honest and honest village chief in this Anhong Village.

Even if he is the village head, he will inevitably become a left-behind old man.

Village Chief An poured Xifeng wine for Chen Xuming, and began to talk about a few side dishes. It turned out that the two sons of the village chief were both studying in other places, so only the village chief and his wife were in the village.

"Village Chief An, oh, no, Uncle An, the people in this village basically live in small villas, why don't you renovate this house?" After a few glasses of wine, the two of them became hot.

"Hey!"

The village chief sighed.

"I want to rebuild it, too!"

The village chief drank a glass of wine.

Seeing this, Ji Xuming hurriedly accompanied him for a drink.

"Five years ago, I was going to renovate the house, but that year something happened in the village, and someone in the village got involved in a fight and was injured, so I put the money into the renovation. ”

"Come, drink, Xiao Chen, talk while drinking!"

The village chief said, taking another big sip.

"Later, after three years, I saved a little more money, but unexpectedly, there was a situation in the village again, and someone raised pigs and polluted a ditch in the village. Wake up who pollutes and cleans up, but such a poor person who can only raise pigs, where does he have 80,000 yuan to deal with, hey!!"

"So, uncle, you put the money for the renovation into it again?" Chen Xuming was a little glad, what a good subject of the report. The honest village chief selflessly dedicates himself, what a good social theme.

Chen Xuming also took a big sip, and he couldn't help but feel a little dizzy in his head and a little distended in his bladder.

"Uncle, I'll go put some water first, where is the bathroom?"

The village chief had a little difficulty on his face.

"What's wrong, uncle?"

"Oh, it's okay...... I just don't know if you can get used to the toilet in our house. After the village chief finished speaking, he took Chen Xuming out of the light and pointed to the dry toilet on the side of the courtyard wall.

Chen Xuming walked into the toilet, and he swore in his heart that this toilet was definitely the most humble toilet he had ever been to in his life, with two stones, a gap, and maggots wriggling next to his feet.

The head of a civilized village with a GDP of 10 billion yuan actually lives in such a simple house and has such a primitive toilet!

Chen Xuming wanted to take out the recording to record his feelings at this time, but when he took it out of his hand, he took it out, and the recorder was not on his body. Could it be that because of my own negligence, I fell into this toilet full of maggots!

He soaked his urine and hurried back, just about to ask the village chief to help salvage the recorder, but found that the recorder was next to his wine glass.

"Come on, come on, come on, Xiao Chen, just said that the two of us were bored with drinking, and there was another guest, this is my nephew An Zhishan. ”

The village chief pulled Chen Xuming to introduce him again, "This is the provincial Taiwan reporter Chen Xuming I often tell you about." ”

When An Zhishan heard this, he also became enthusiastic with Chen Xuming.

The three of them chatted freely in the dim hall, and the nephew of the village chief provided Chen Xuming with a lot of materials that could be reported, what village chief took everyone to take the lead in controlling the water on the night of the rainstorm, the village chief went to the provincial capital alone to attract investment at the beginning of the reform, and what village chief took the lead in the development of agriculture, and finally built Anhong Village into a ten-mile demonstration ecological agricultural park......

"Huh...... Haha......" The village chief couldn't help but scratch his head and smile, even though the current Anhong Village is no longer a small fishing village 20 years ago, but the village chief still embodies his simple peasant atmosphere without reservation, "Where did I think so much at that time, I just felt that I was the village head, and I should lead the people of the village to common prosperity." I still remember one time, when I went to the provincial investment conference, a cadre in the district asked me, 'You are a small village, what are you doing here?'

"How do you answer?" Chen Xuming suddenly became interested.

"I said, 'An Hong of Anhong Village is taken from the bird's nest An Zhi Honghu Zhiya!'"

"Hahaha......"

"Hahaha......"

The rough voices of three big men came from the dim hall, Chen Xuming was very happy, Ancun was simply his old friend.

"Hahaha......"

The three of them had been drinking late, and the village chief's wife was obviously used to seeing this kind of scene, so she packed up some dishes and chopsticks, took a new plate of peanuts, and fried a new vegetable.

Chen Xuming also drank unscrupulously, he quickly forgot that this time, he came to the village chief's house to interview, write reports, and most of the half a catty of Xifeng wine made him dizzy.

When I woke up, I found that it was the next afternoon, and I couldn't remember how I got back to the hotel last night.

He touched his voice recorder, and it was okay, the pen was still there, and the camera was there.

He couldn't help but think: "Sure enough, I still cherish these two guys who understand food, and even if I drink broken pieces, I won't forget to take them with me." ”