In the end, what the result of the adjustment of the village chief Lu is, this is a public case, it is unknown, but one thing is certain, that is: Jin Ling has left the village and left to fly away.

Solving the drought situation of the villagers has been put on the "agenda".

Chunhua went to the village committee to find the secretary of the Ning branch, who went to the field to inspect the drought, and her father, the village chief Lu Youguang, was counting the situation of households suffering from the drought. Chunhua came up with the idea of "raising money to buy a water pump".

"Chunhua, you're not a branch secretary, what are you doing with this big head?" Lu Youguang complained about his daughter in a low voice, but he didn't expect that the village party secretary who was famous back then would be timid like this now.

At this time, Ning Zhishu came back from the field wearing a straw hat and stepped into the village committee office, Chunhua complained to him about what happened just now, and Ning Fugui threw the straw hat on the table: "Chunhua is right, we are village cadres, so we have to work for the welfare of the members." ”

He turned his face and asked Chunhua, "Old classmate, how do you think this problem can be solved?" ”

Chunhua held her chin and thought about it and said, "I think the best way is to buy a water pump for each production team, so as to solve this problem." ”

Ning Zhishu scratched his neck: "I didn't say anything about this method, but 。。。。。。 Where did the more than 2,000 dollars come from? ”

"Of course, the production teams paid for it!" Haruka blurted out.

"You don't understand the situation," Lu Youguang shook his head: "There has been no rich industry in the village, and it is estimated that each production team will not be able to come up with money." ”

Ning Fugui lit a cigarette. Walking around the house.

"Don't walk around, you're going to stun people." Chunhua muttered.

"I've got a way!" Ning Fugui took two puffs of cigarette: "We can go to the town credit union for a loan." ”

"You're so whimsical!" Lu Youguang waved his hand: "Do you think the credit union is run for our village?" A guarantee from the village committee is required. ”

"A guarantee is a guarantee, and it's not easy to get a seal?" Ning Fugui threw the cigarette butt at his feet and stepped on it a few times.

"You think it's over with a stamp," Lu Youguang sneered twice: "The money won't be paid back then, and you have a lot of responsibility......"

"Dad, you're too timid and afraid, I don't believe that our village will always be poor!" Chunhua kicked the pebbles under her feet far away.

"Yes, Chunhua, let's take a loan tomorrow with the letter of proof." Fugui spat out.

。。。。。。

Early the next morning, Chunhua came to the town credit union on a wealthy bicycle.

The loan officer looked at their guarantee letters and said to them, "I'm sorry, but in the case of your village, I can only lend you 1,000 yuan." ”

"Why?" Chunhua asked anxiously.

Fugui pulled the corner of her clothes: "1000 is 1000!" ”

After the loan officer asked them to sign a loan agreement, he handed the 1,000 yuan to Fugui, who nodded it and handed it to Chunhua.

On the way back to the village, Chunhua discussed with Fugui about raising more than 1,000 yuan, and Fugui scratched his head: "Let the production teams raise their own funds." Chunhua nodded.

In the afternoon, Fugui convened a meeting with the captains of the production teams. Lu Yongde, a member of the village committee, also attended the meeting as an observer. Fugui gave a brief account of the fundraising. The captains of each team also looked embarrassed and promised to see how much they could raise.

Lu Yongde sneered on the side.

"Now that the drought is serious, we must have results this afternoon, and tomorrow the brigade will go to the county to buy water pumps." Fugui emphasized.

"Do you think you can raise 1,000 yuan?" Chunhua asked worriedly.

"Enough." Fugui shook his head.

"Each team can raise 100 together, and the sun has to come out of the west." Lu Yongde walked away with a tall cup and his legs.

"It seems that we have to find a way to make our village rich," Chunhua subconsciously touched the cloth bag containing 1,000 yuan: "It's difficult for us to even borrow 2,000 yuan now." ”

Fugui swallowed his saliva: "What you said makes sense, but you can't understand the water from afar, and you have to solve the problem of four pumps." ”

"Then it depends on how the money raised by the production teams today." Chunhua stood up, patted the bag and handed it to Fugui, who took it and put it in a cabinet in the village committee.

In the afternoon of the next day, Fugui summoned the captains of the production teams and asked them how much money they had redeemed?

The four heads of the production team threw the money they had exchanged on the table.

Fugui counted, and it was less than 500 yuan when it was full.

"What's the use of all that money?" Fugui frowned.

"Ahem! There is no rich industry in our village, and no one has a lot of money. ”

"Besides, now that they're separated, who wants to carry forward the spirit of collectivism?"

"Do you want to figure it out?" Fugui patted the table: "Buying a water pump is to solve the urgent needs of each production team, and it is related to the interests of the big guys, shouldn't you make some money?" ”

The captains of the production teams were speechless.

"Let me say a few words," the village chief Lu, who had not expressed his opinion, picked up the cup and wanted to drink water, only to find that it was empty, Chunhua lifted the teapot to pour it for him, he waved his hand: "I have been a party secretary for more than ten years, and I have learned a lot of lessons, but I think that some things should be insisted on." I think so, although the land is separated, but our collective is still there, and with this collective, we can't just ignore the disasters of the members, otherwise, what do you want our village committee to do? Then again, without the support of the members, wouldn't our village committee fall apart? Do you think that's the reason? ”

Secretary Ning took the lead in applauding; Village Chief Lu waved his hand.

I would like to add a few words---- "Chunhua raised her hand like a schoolchild, and she had been standing at the door listening to everyone's speech.

"Lu Chunhua, please sit down and speak." Fugui pointed to the bench and said jokingly.

Lu Chunhua walked to the front of the bench and sat down. "Now is not the time to be reasonable, the top priority is to buy a pump to water the ground, I and Secretary Fugui first used the loan of 1,000 yuan and the money raised to buy a pump from the county agricultural machinery company, how many can we buy, everyone helps each other, in addition," Chunhua glanced at Lu Yongde: "Uncle Yongde, I hope you can carry forward some style at this time and dedicate the pump of your house。。。。。。 ”

"Carry forward the style?" Lu Yongde sneered: "Do you want me to learn from Lei Feng? What age is it?"

"Whether you carry forward the style or not is a personal matter, whatever you want!" Fugui waved his hand: "If there is nothing else, let's break up!" ”

When Chunhua was going home with everyone, she was stopped by Fugui: "Old classmate, you go a little later and discuss the matter of buying a water pump." Fugui lit a cigarette.

Chunhua fanned with her hand: "Can we respect other people's feelings?" ”

Fugui embarrassedly snuffed out his cigarette and threw the cigarette butt in the ashtray; Then he took a small porcelain cup from the filing cabinet, lifted the teapot and poured a glass of water and handed it to Chunhua, who took it, took a sip and put it down.

"I plan to drive a tractor tomorrow morning and go to the county agricultural machinery company to buy a water pump, will you go with me?" Fugui handed the wallet to Chunhua again.

"But I heard my aunt in the county town say that there is a shortage of water pumps now, and I have to rely on the relationship." After Chunhua took the wallet, she said a little deflated.

"It's too late to say this now, and we have to fight against the water." Fugui raised his fist; Chunhua responded to the same movement and turned to leave, but Fugui stood up and grabbed her.

"I haven't gotten to the point yet, you can sit down for a while, and let's talk about the next step to get rich."

Chunhua put her wallet on the table and sighed: "Cough, I understand one thing through this loan, it's really hard to beat a hero for a penny!" ”

Fugui scratched his scalp: "You must want to make a way to get rich and make our village rich." ”

"Do you have any good paths?" Chunhua picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.

"I haven't figured out a good way yet, but the first few days I went to the commune for a meeting, Secretary Zhou had a sentence that inspired me." Fugui took out the notebook from the drawer, opened the page with the pen between them, and read: "'Every village should develop a variety of operations on the basis of growing grain according to local conditions。。。。。。 I've been wondering, what is 'adapting to local conditions'? ”

"I understand that 'adapting measures to local conditions' means that we should do something rich according to the actual situation of our village." Chunhua snatched the rich record book and flipped through it, threw it to him again, and then took a sip of the cup: "As long as we use our brains, I believe that the bread will be 。。。。。。 ”

"Everything will be there!" Fugui took the next sentence. When Chunhua heard Fugui's words, she couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, the village chief Lu came to call Chunhua to eat, and Fugui changed the topic: "Village chief, Chunhua and I plan to go to the county seat tomorrow to buy water pumps, do you have any suggestions?" ”

Village Chief Lu lowered his head and thought about it: "You guys just go, I'll persuade Yongde tomorrow and let him carry forward his style." ”

"As a member of the village committee, it is better to be more conscious than a common man!" Chunhua slapped a small flying insect to death with her hand: "Flying around, I'm almost annoyed!" With that, he picked up his wallet and left.

The next morning, Chunhua sat in the trunk of the tractor driven by Fugui and went to the county agricultural machinery company to buy a water pump.

About half an hour later, Fugui drove the tractor into the county agricultural machinery company. A short, stubby janitor uncle in his mid-fifties instructed them to stop at a motor vehicle parking lot. Chunhua was just about to get out of the car, when she suddenly noticed a familiar figure in blue overalls, occasionally turning sideways and talking to a man who was buying agricultural machinery.

"Old classmate, who do you think that's that?" Fugui jumped down from the driver's building, walked up to Chunhua, and asked mysteriously.

Chunhua shook her head. In fact, she had already guessed who he was talking about, and pretended not to know.

"There's a place to eat today! You wait. Fugui put a box of cigarettes in his pocket, then walked up behind the man in the blue overalls and patted him on the shoulder.

The man in the blue overalls turned around alertly.

"Ning Fugui!" "Han Dong is coming!" The two called each other's names, and their hands were clasped on each other's shoulders。。。。。。

"Old classmate, I haven't seen you for many years, I didn't expect to see you here!" Fugui said excitedly.

"I replaced my dad as an agricultural machinery salesman in an agricultural machinery company last year." Donglai said embarrassedly.

"Great! I'm worried I can't buy a pump! Fugui said with a smile on his eyebrows, and then handed Donglai a cigarette.

"What, you're here to buy a water pump too?" Donglai waved his hand, didn't take the cigarette, and asked curiously.

"There's another one who keeps you wanting to see her so badly。。。。。。" Fugui came to the east and squeezed his eyes.

"Who?" Donglai's mind flashed a face that he wanted to see and was afraid to see.

"You come with me." Fugui took Donglai's hand and came to the tractor. Chunhua was curled up in the trunk at this time, with her back to them. In fact, the moment Donglai turned around, she recognized it, and the past rushed back。。。。。。 She thought Donglai might be here occasionally, but she never imagined that he would work here.

"Old classmate, look who's coming!" Fugui shouted at Chunhua.

"It's you 。。。。。。" The spring flower turned around and flew up her cheeks like two red clouds.

"Hello 。。。。。。" Donglai was so excited that he didn't know what to call her.

"Oh, Donglai, my old classmate for many years is here, why don't you invite me to sit in the house?" Fugui patted Donglai on the shoulder.

"Yes, yes, let's sit in my dorm room first." After Donglai explained his work to his colleagues, he took the two old classmates to his dormitory.

Donglai poured tea for the two old classmates, chatted with each other about the friendship in elementary school, and about half an hour later, Donglai looked at his watch: "It's time to eat, sorry, I should have invited you to the restaurant at noon, because the company has regulations, you are not allowed to go to the restaurant at noon, so you have to go to the company canteen." ”

"The old classmate is polite." Fugui patted Donglai on the shoulder: "Let's go, I'll help you go to dinner." ”

Chunhua also wanted to get up, and was pressed by Fugui: "You don't have to go, just the two of us." ”

Donglai asked the canteen master for three servings of spicy chicken, six steamed buns, and borrowed three bowls, Donglai asked Fugui to take them to the dormitory first, and he went to the store at the opposite door to buy a bottle of liquor and a bottle of drink.

After returning to the dormitory, Donglai threw a bottle of drink to Chunhua, and then poured liquor for Fugui and himself respectively.

The three of them ate, drank, and chatted.

"Your village is so big, why do you buy two water pumps?" Donglai asked after drinking a few glasses with his old classmates.

"Don't mention it, I wanted to buy four, but I didn't have that much money." Fugui said as he lowered his head and clutched his cup.

"How much is missing?" Donglai asked, and suddenly found a pair of bright and familiar eyes looking at him intently, and he couldn't help but feel a heartbeat.

"More than a thousand yuan." Fugui replied casually.

Donglai nodded, and then, under the pretext of going to the office for some business, left.

About ten minutes later, Donglai put 1,000 yuan in front of Fugui.

After Fugui gave in, he accepted it and vowed to return it to him soon.

"Thank you, old classmates, for sending charcoal in the snow," Fugui raised his wine glass and motioned to Chunhua to replace the wine with a drink: "Chunhua and I will toast you with a glass on behalf of the parents and villagers of Happy Village." After speaking, he drank it all, Donglai also raised his neck and drank it happily, and Chunhua drank the drink.

After drinking, Fugui talked about his future plans: that is, to find ways to make the villagers rich.

"Totally agree with you. I also grew up drinking the water of the Happy River, and I am willing to do my best to make our village rich," Donglai filled Fugui with wine, and poured a drink for Chunhua: "Come, cheers for our village to get rich!" ”

"Uncle, where do you work now?" Chunhua blushed and asked, "I haven't seen you in a few years." ”

"After his retirement, he was rehired as a deputy manager by the county production materials company." Donglai turned his face to Chunhua and said, just touching her big watery eyes, Chunhua lowered her head shyly, peeling peanuts with an unbelievable expression.

"Do you sell fertilizer or something?" Fugui raised his glass and touched the cup from the east.

"Yes," Donglai raised his glass to Fugui: "If you need fertilizer or something in the future, my dad may be able to help." ”

"Great!" Wealth is drunk in one go.

"There is another person who will support our village," Donglai blushed, "Do you know who he is?" ”

"Who?" Fugui and Chunhua asked in unison.

"He's my brother-in-law。。。。。。 Zhou Zhancai, Secretary of the Party Committee of Hongqi Township. Donglai drank and "spit" the mantra.

"Ah, what a coincidence!" Fugui raised his glass excitedly: "Come, bless Secretary Zhou, the son-in-law of our Happy Village!" ”

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, after Donglai helped them put the four water pumps on the tractor, Chunhua jumped into the back compartment, Donglai beckoned to them, and Chunhua stopped talking。。。。。。