The idea is certain, Ma Xiaole immediately found Luan Dasong and asked him to go to the scene with him to take a look, familiarize himself with the situation, and then write an application report. These work has to be done by Luan Dasong, Ding Xinhua can't do it, he is a person who plays with a pen.

In less than half a day, I watched the scene and listened to the people's livelihood and public opinion, and everything was logical. Ma Xiaole was very happy and invited Luan Dasong and Ding Xinhua to dinner, and the two of them were not polite and came to Yuning Hotel together.

Next to the hotel is a small square with a row of food stalls next to the square. Ma Xiaole pointed to the food stalls and said to Ding Xinhua, "Director Ding, these food stalls must also be included in the ranks of unified containers." ”

"It's already counted." Ding Xinhua said, "They are also happy to have a good environment. ”

As he was talking, there was a noise from the food stall, mixed with the cry of a woman.

Ding Xinhua stretched his neck and looked at it for a while, then patted his thigh, "Damn, my people are being bullied!" ”

"Your people?" Ma Xiaole and Luan Dasong were stunned.

"Not really!" Ding Xinhua said, "Cleaner, I've been bullied again!" ”

"How often does this happen?" Ma Xiaole asked.

"Always." Ding Xinhua sighed, "There are often sanitation workers who are beaten, as for spitting, staring and whatever, it's not worth mentioning, it's too much." ”

"Let's take a look." Ma Xiaole said, "Director Ding, as the person in charge of sanitation, can you feel good if you don't go?" ”

"Okay, the past will pass." Ding Xinhua's face sank, "I'll make a call first and call a few people." ”

"What are you calling people for?"

"Get ready to do it!" Ding Xinhua said, "I knew at a glance that it must be the little boss of the façade room next to me who is playing tricks!" ”

"You think you're the underworld?" Ma Xiaole didn't let Ding Xinhua call, "Let's go over and take a look, just don't let your people suffer." ”

The three of them walked over, and it was really like what Ding Xinhua said, that is, the owner of a façade room was bullying people. The reason is that the boss threw the peel out at random in the house, and the cleaner said that there was a trash can next to it, why did he always litter, but the boss came out with a slap in the face, scolded the cleaner for talking a lot, and said that he didn't litter and cleaned what to do.

The cleaner is a woman in her 40s, and she can't swallow this breath, what can she do? I can't beat and scold, because there are still two female clerks in the façade room, and when I am in a hurry, I cry.

"Eh, that's all right." Ma Xiaole shook his head and said to the shopkeeper, "If your mother is bullied like this somewhere else, what will you do?" ”

"You!" The shopkeeper was so angry when he heard this, but when he looked at Ma Xiaole's appearance, he didn't look like an ordinary person, "You have itchy skin, don't you?" ”

"Not only itchy, but also very loose, just waiting for you to come and tighten it for me." Ma Xiaole snorted and laughed, "Do you believe that I let people come and burn down your shop at night?" ”

"Yakiniku shop?" When the shopkeeper heard this, his eyes widened, "What kind of world is this, you say burn it?" ”

"What's not to do?" Ma Xiaole asked rhetorically, "Didn't you say that if you beat someone, then I can burn down your shop." ”

"Who do you think you are?" The shopkeeper tilted his head, "Heavenly King Laozi? ”

"I'm not the king of heaven, I'm a friend of Liu San." Ma Xiaole looked at the shopkeeper steadily, and the shopkeeper's eyes began to shrink.

"What's going on?" The shopkeeper stopped shouting, turned his head and walked into the store, not coming out again.

Ma Xiaole didn't say anything more, comforted the cleaner a few words, and told her not to be sad, and to find Section Chief Ding Xinhua if there was anything in the future. The cleaner got this posture and left gratefully.

"Well, it's a good thing for her to find me." Ding Xinhua said, "Now there is something at hand, an old sanitation man was beaten by two young people, broke two ribs, and is still lying in the hospital." ”

"What's going on here?" Ma Xiaole asked as he walked.

"The old man was over 60 years old, and he was sweeping the streets and alleys with a garbage truck, and at a small intersection, he met a few young people driving cars, who were probably drunk, and asked the old man to push the garbage truck to the side and let them pass." Ding Xinhua said.

"Then push to the side, what kind of conflict can there be." Luan Dasong asked.

"Well, it wouldn't be a big deal in that case." Ding Xinhua said, "Who knew that the old man had more words, and said while pushing the garbage truck, it is so empty, just now a woman drove a taxi easily, you still can't get by?" Just that sentence brought him a big disaster. Two young men got out of the car, scolded the old man for not having long eyes, probably because he was enjoying the wine, and said that he had to carry the old man and throw it away, so the two of them grabbed their feet and lifted their arms, and threw the old man into the green belt, and as a result, they broke two ribs. ”

"Uncle Da, isn't that inhumane?" Ma Xiaole scolded, "Have you been caught?" ”

"No, I don't know where it went."

"No onlookers?"

"There may be, but when I sent someone to ask, they all said that I didn't know, maybe I was afraid of causing trouble." Ding Xinhua said, "It's hard for us to explain that to other people's children." ”

"Didn't solve it through public opinion?" Ma Xiaole said, "Publish in the newspaper, go on TV, enter the radio, and let people in the know call anonymously to report, at least you can report the license plate number, then it will be easy to check!" ”

"Nope." Ding Xinhua shook his head, "Being beaten often happens, and I don't care too much about it." ”

"But the old man's business is serious." Ma Xiaole said, "If you don't give him a fair explanation, I guess I'll be sad to death." ”

"We sent a representative to his house to see it, and all the medical expenses were reimbursed." Ding Xinhua said, "The salary is also paid." ”

"It's material, it's spiritual." Ma Xiaole said, "In this way, I will arrange for the reporter to interview, and through the pressure of public opinion, I will strive to get to the bottom of this matter, so that those young people will lose money, and they will have to apologize!" If the sincerity is not enough, let them go to jail! ”

"Director Ma, you are really a good person!" Ding Xinhua sighed and said, "On behalf of all the employees of sanitation, I thank you!" ”

"Thank you, bear!" Ma Xiaole smiled, "You can do the things I assigned to you well." ”

"Of course." Ding Xinhua said, "Also, I will invite this meal today, and I will pay for it personally!" ”

"Okay, that's good!" After Ma Xiaole nodded and agreed, he called Shao Jiayuan and asked her to arrange for a newspaper reporter to interview the old man who was beaten.

After making the call, he also went to the hotel and sat down in a small room, Ding Xinhua seemed very excited, "Director Ma, I don't know if you are still interested in what you told me last time?" ”

Ma Xiaole was asked by Ding Xinhua suddenly, and he couldn't turn his head for a while, and asked what he said last time.

Ding Xinhua said to experience the hardships and tiredness of sanitation workers. Ma Xiaole listened to it, and remembered that there was indeed such a thing, and said that he would apply for a salary increase for sanitation workers.

"Of course I am." Ma Xiaole said, "I'll talk about it, go and experience it, and then find Secretary Zhou and ask him to give instructions and raise the wages of sanitation workers!" ”

When Ding Xinhua heard this, he didn't say a word, he stood up and opened the liquor first, poured himself a large glass, and the cold dishes didn't come up yet, and he dried up as soon as he raised his neck.

"This glass of wine is given by the front-line sanitation workers in Yuning County to you, Director Ma!" Ding Xinhua wiped his mouth and poured another glass.

"Alright, alright!" Ma Xiaole raised his hand and pressed it, and asked Ding Xinhua to sit down, "If you come to a second-line, third-line, or fourth-line, you won't be able to drink all the wine!" ”

Ding Xinhua smiled and sat down.

Ma Xiaole sighed and said, "I didn't do something for the sanitation workers to be grateful and reciprocated, but I felt pitiful for them." If you think about them, holding brooms and dustpans, pushing and pulling garbage trucks, getting up early and working all day long on the streets, without holidays for many years, and most importantly, they are not respected, and they are discriminated against! ”

With a sigh, Ma Xiaole picked up his wine glass, and then drank and ate.

There are some things, Ma Xiaole has always done what he said.

At half past three in the morning the next day, when most people were asleep, Ma Xiaole rode out on a bicycle. Due to the alcohol I drank at night, my head was still a little dizzy, but it did not affect the experience.

On the street closest to his residence, Ma Xiaole saw two figures, one waving a big broom in front and the other following behind, constantly using a broom and dustpan to clear piles of garbage and put them into the garbage truck.

The laborers were two women, one of whom was surnamed Zhou, who was more talkative.

"Sister Zhou, when are you going to sweep?" Ma Xiaole stepped forward and asked.

"It's not accurate, sometimes it's fast and sometimes it's slow, it depends on how much garbage there is on the road."

"This street is over when it's done?"

"No, there's a side street to sweep. It was supposed to be the work of three people, but we both did it, because it would have paid two and a half people. ”

"Oh, how much can you take?"

"More than three hundred, less than three hundred and five."

"Oh, it's only three hundred and five." Ma Xiaole sighed and rode towards other streets.

On the street in front of the Guangfa Hotel, Ma Xiaole met Master Luo, a sanitation worker, a thin old man who was almost sixty years old. He handed over a cigarette first, narrowed the distance, and Master Luo opened the conversation.

"I'm not complaining about the tiredness of the work, but it's true that the work we do doesn't match what we get." Master Luo said, "Most of us are older zero-hour workers, and we have to run back and forth between garbage drop-off points and garbage transfer stations in residential areas and streets, and each person has to clean six or seven thousand square meters of land every day, and remove five or six tons of garbage, which is enough labor, and the working hours of a day will not be less than ten hours, but the salary income is only two or three hundred yuan." ”

"Your wages are too low!" Ma Xiaole listened to Master Luo's words and was very touched, two or three hundred yuan a month, but he had to make such a big effort.

"I'll say a few more words, not to praise us sanitation workers." Master Luo said, "Last summer, there was a lot of rain in our county, and many sanitation workers stood in the water for a long time to clear the garbage, and their toes were soaked, but none of us dragged on, and all of them completed the task on time." ”

"It's so hard!" Ma Xiaole said, "It's not something that ordinary people can bear. ”

"Sweeping the road surface clean is what we should do, as long as people no longer look down on us, it doesn't matter how hard and tired we are." Master Luo said, "The key is that we are not yet understood, let me tell you, we remove garbage in the residential area early in the morning, and the shovel occasionally scrapes the ground to make a noise, and the residents in the building often send a few scolding shouts through the window, saying that we disturb their rest." When sweeping the road, dust is raised or scraps of paper are flying, as long as someone passes by, it is polite to roll a few eyes and not scold. There are also storefronts on both sides of the road, where the shopkeepers often litter the garbage, and every time we go to remind them, we are often scolded, and if we don't swallow our anger, we don't know how many times we will be beaten. ”