Qiao Xin came to the edge of the village and heard the siren of the police car from the police station coming from behind, and she immediately asked the driver to stop and stop the police car.

"Don't go in yet, wait until I go in and see if I can do their ideological work." Qiao Xin said to the police.

I don't know who called the police, she has never advocated that government cadres call the police at every turn, she hopes to convince the people through education and exchanges.

So in the event of such a civil dispute, she will usually be there in person, unless she is not there.

When she arrived at the construction site, she saw a group of villagers standing on both sides of the road pointing at each other and scolding each other, and a grandmother in her 70s sitting on the edge of her field crying and making a fuss.

"Oh! Want to build a road? Unless I step over my corpse, my field is just like that, and most of it has been cut off, what will I eat in the future? ”

As he spoke, he lay down upright, making the government cadres who were doing ideological work on the side extremely helpless.

Qiao Xin walked over and helped Grandma sit up: "Grandma, don't be excited, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer to this matter." ”

Saying that, she stood up and said loudly to the villagers present: "This rice field is the most valuable cultivated land in our Jiangcheng Town and even D County, where the sun is abundant, the soil is good, and the rice grown is very delicious, needless to say you, I am reluctant to waste a cent, but if you don't build roads, you can't use machinery to farm, you can't build water conservancy ......."

"I know, as long as your government gives us money, we are willing to repair it for you." Grandma interrupted Qiao Xin's words.

Qiao Xin continued with a serious face: "The state gives our farmers tax exemptions, grants subsidies for farm tools, allocates special funds for us to build field roads and water conservancy channels, and puts our rural construction in the first place, we should be grateful and content, not inch ......by inch."

"Mayor of the town, we are grateful to the country, thank the government, we shouldn't ask the government for money, but our fields on the side of the road have been cut down to make roadbeds, we are at a loss, and those farmers who are not close to the roadside should compensate us." A villager shouted.

"Why should we make amends? Your field is on the side of the road, what does it matter to us? ”

"If we don't compensate, we won't repair, why should we lose and you benefit?"

"If you don't build roads, how can tractors and front and rear rakes go in and farm?"

"I don't care, if I don't give compensation, no one will want to touch my field."

Suddenly, a group of villagers were so excited that they started fighting.

Several staff members couldn't pull in the past.

Qiao Xin saw that Grandma was carrying an iron bucket in her hand, and hurriedly said, "Grandma, borrow your iron bucket." ”

Qiao Xin knocked the iron bucket and shouted, "Stop! Stop it. ”

Suddenly, the scuffling villagers all fell silent.

"None of you are allowed to intervene, listen to me first, before the road is built, I have asked the village director and the village chief to count the area of farmland occupied by each household for road construction, and exchange one square meter of farmland for one acre of barren mountain, the barren mountain behind the village was originally collectively shared, and now it will be used as compensation to distribute to the farmers who occupy the farmland."

"If you don't do it, I won't do it if you kill me, barren mountains and farmland can't be compared at all, who wants those barren mountains full of graves and weeds?" Grandma shouted loudly.

Other villagers also protested.

Qiao Xin reprimanded loudly: "Why can't you just listen to me calmly? Building roads is a good thing for future generations, and sacrificing a little farmland can make a good thing that will benefit future generations. And I've already seen the statistical data, the most is grandma's family, five squares, just one and a half centimeters, can be exchanged for five acres of barren mountains, open up barren mountains to grow sugarcane, the annual output is at least ten tons, not only not loss but also earn. ”

Everyone was silent, they didn't expect the mayor of the beautiful town to know so much about the situation in their village, and what he said was all true, what reason did they have to make trouble?