I take the whole village out of poverty and become rich

Chapter 291 Don't mention the past

Saturday, Hushan Village.

In the spring in this southwest town, there is no wind and sand, only gentle spring breeze and continuous spring rain.

The village at [-] o'clock in the morning is refreshing but not cold, warm but not hot. It is the best time of the year and the most comfortable time of the day.

Such a time is suitable for walking, sitting, but not for meetings.

But today, Hushan Village has to hold a meeting.

A villager tea party with two days' notice.

After radio gymnastics and breakfast, villagers in twos and threes gathered in the dam of the village committee.

It is said that Cadre Huo is also coming.

If Cadre Huo wants to come, he must be active.

"Do you know what's going on in today's meeting!"

"Hey, that's right, Gouichi Murakami hasn't said anything about the meeting yet!"

"You guys just eat salty radishes all day long and don't worry about it, just listen with your ears, you don't care about so much!"

"Damn, I told you that it's a claw, and I still want to ask you to say a few words?"

The people on this side were chatting, while the village cadres and enthusiastic villagers on the other side were still making final adjustments to the layout of the venue.

Since the name of this time is a tea party, the layout of the venue is similar to that of the previous tea party. The long tables are arranged in a square shape, the side with the back against the office building facing the gate is the rostrum, and the other three sides are behind rows of benches. That's where the villagers sit.

When it was nearly nine o'clock, Huo Qianli walked in with Chairman of the National People's Congress Peng Daren, Deputy Mayor Xiao Yao, and Director of the Town Committee Office Jiang Hengyu. Together with him were several heads of Tongda Cultural Tourism Company headed by President Xiao Cai.

For longer-term considerations, Huo Qianli invited them over as well.

Hearing that there was a story to listen to, Xiao Cai, who had planned to come over, became more active.

When the time came, Huo Qianli, President Xiao Cai, Peng Daren, Xiao Yao, and Gu Daqiang sat on the rostrum, and the rest of the entourage, under the arrangement of Jiang Hengyu, worked with the village cadres of Hushan Village and the old men of the Red and White Council. The remaining three sides are full.

Everyone sat down, as if a wonderful tacit understanding swept over everyone in the field in an instant, the originally noisy dam suddenly became quiet, and all eyes looked at Huo Qianli.

Huo Qianli cleared his throat and smiled, "Long time no see, how are you all?"

After a noisy and untidy agreement from everyone, Huo Qianli went on to say: "Today we are delaying everyone's precious weekend rest time and gathering everyone together for one thing, which is the fight that happened in our Hushan Village this Wednesday." event."

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the field looked at the two shy men with gauze wrapped around their heads.

This kind of fight in the village is recognized by both parties, no one calls the police, and the police station is also very difficult to deal with, so often they can only be criticized and educated.

So the "main players" on both sides have returned now, and they can sit in the field and bear the attention of everyone.

Huo Qianli continued: "I rushed to the village and got a general understanding of what happened. At that time, I was thinking about a question, why did such a small matter cause everyone to fight?"

He suddenly smiled, "Don't laugh at me, I really don't understand. Mr. Cai, can you figure it out?"

Xiao Cai, who was in a daze, came back to his senses and shook his head again and again, "I don't know either."

Huo Qianli looked at the vice president who followed Xiao Cai, who is also the executive vice president of the newly formed scenic spot development and operation platform company, "Mr. Hou, how about you?"

That Mr. Hou shook his head subconsciously, and he didn't know what to say, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart.

I even wondered why Mr. Cai agreed to come this trip. Let them solve the bad things in Murakami by themselves. As a cooperative company, they just follow the rules and don't need to care about these things.

It's a pity that I'm just a vice president and can't be the master!
Just as this President Hou was thinking about his thoughts and began to sigh with emotion about his life, Huo Qianli continued to say: "If we want to solve a problem, we must first figure out a problem. So, today I invite everyone here, and I will also invite a few The old man is also invited here, just want to listen carefully, why and where did our fights come from, so that we can formulate targeted strategies and completely prevent such things from happening. Do you think this is the truth? No one let go It's a good day, but I hope that one day I will be beaten to death with others, right?"

Everyone reacted in a mess, nodding their heads and opening their mouths, but they all agreed with Huo Qianli's words.

Mr. Hou pursed his lips quietly. He thought that Mr. Cai and Mr. Cai both admired this Secretary Huo so much, but he never thought that meeting him would be as good as being famous, but he was such a hard-working person.

Doesn't the country have laws and regulations for things like this?Is there no security team in the place?Is it necessary to spend so much effort to persuade a village cadre at random?

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Of course, Huo Qianli didn't know what Mr. Hou was thinking. After speaking, he looked at Gu Chengrong and the others, and cupped his hands, "I'll trouble the old men to teach us a lesson."

Gu Chengrong waved his hand, "It's not about lectures, even if it's for Huo Cadre and the leaders, we old men will recall the past, and we will remember the bitterness and sweetness."

As he said that, he quietly straightened his chest and looked at the villagers, "Grand Huo and the bosses from the city don't know about this topic, and we all should still have an impression! In those years, we were a villager. , Every day there are people quarreling, every day there are people cutting sins, what kind of day is that!"

The white-bearded old man on the side answered, "Damn, just take this bamboo forest as an example. When we divided the bamboo forest, everyone had a lot of fights. To be honest, how many families have never done chopping bamboo shoots?"

Gu Daqiang turned his head and explained to Huo Qianli, Mr. Cai and others who were a little confused: "In the past, bamboo forests were divided, because bamboo didn't grow at the door of each household. Some people's bamboo forests are next to other people's houses, so many households took up knives and secretly cut off the new shoots, so that the bamboo would not grow out and would not bully their own houses. Then the bamboo forest owner saw his own bamboo shoots If the bamboo forest can't get up, they will run to the door to make trouble, often beating with hammers."

Mr. Hou was puzzled and said: "The owner of the house did nothing wrong. If the bamboo grows too much, it will affect the lighting. What's the trouble?"

Before Gu Daqiang answered, an old man snorted, "What's the trouble? Bamboo is useful for everything. Bamboo leaves, shoots and shells can be used for firewood. Bamboo can be woven into strips. Even if you cut it down, you can sell it directly. A piece of bamboo can be sold for one yuan. One yuan in the 80s, which one is not noisy!"

The white-bearded old man took a look at Mr. Hou, "You can ask, there were brothers who used knives for these things back then."

Mr. Hou opened his mouth, but didn't speak again after all.

Gu Chengrong nodded, "Uncle Gui just said about burning firewood. At that time, when we went to collect firewood, we often quarreled. We picked up other firewood, and went to other bamboo forests to gather bamboo shoots. I want to scold. I still remember that once, when my son was passing by, he saw a big firewood in the middle of the road, so he picked it up and went home, but the fourth grandma saw it and insisted that it was dropped when she moved firewood from the house. , moved a small bench, took a cup of boiling water and scolded at my door all afternoon."

The villagers all laughed, either they knew about it, or they had experienced similar things.

As soon as the chatterbox was opened, the rest of the people also wanted to talk, and they were eager to try, but they dared not open their mouths.

Gu Daqiang said at the right time: "It's a tea party, everyone can talk if they have something to say, which one will say a few words first?"

A villager mustered up his courage to stand up, "If you say that the worst crimes of hammering and cutting in the past were when paddy fields were storing water, piling up and digging field ridges, it would be a fight every year!"

When he came together, everyone gained courage, and continued, "Damn, once the People's Canal releases water, those goddamn good terrain will build up the ridges of the fields and block the water (all), and no one behind us will get water. Use. In order to fight for that little water, there will be nothing in the year."

"Digging the ridges is nothing, but the real worst thing is grabbing land. Where is your boundary, where is mine? A few tens of centimeters more can produce one or two more rows of crops!"

"That's right, it was a bit of a fool (outrageous) back then. In order to make my own soil bigger, I secretly dug the roadbed. How wide the road was, he just dug it to only a little bit wide!"

"That's right, especially the newly opened soil in the corners and corners, it's a deadly fight."

"Thinking about those years, it was hard. There was nothing left in the countryside, and the chicken droppings had to be shoveled up and piled up to compost the soil. Didn't they say that Mrs. Qin often went to another yard to step on the chicken droppings, stomping on them? It must be full of feet scraped off the roof and saved!"

"Yes, there is such a thing. I used to raise two sheep at the front of the house. I don't know which one said that the wool can be sold for money. When passing by when the sheep were herding, they had to scoop them up. Oh my god, that one is a native goat. Well, other people raise black and shiny sheep, and my sheep will be gone in a short time, just like a man with leprosy!"

"There's no cow manure on the road there every year, and someone shovels it up when it's still steaming. There's not a lot of cow dung inside the pig's sty (the place where the excrement and urine are collected under the pigsty) all the year round."

"Speaking of which, I wanted to water the soil on the Liangzi (mountain ridge), but it was too far away. I borrowed a pickle of manure from the hut (toilet) at the head of the rich man's house, and returned it to him later. He even asked me to pay five cents for the price difference! Mr. Fu, do you think there is something wrong with it!"

"Ahem, at that time, my life in the house was better, and I wanted to eat better."

In the venue, there was a burst of cheerful laughter.

A young man who came to listen with his parents on a weekend vacation pursed his lips, "You guys just brag! How can you be so exaggerated!"

His voice was not low, and just after the laughter, when everyone was silent, it was so clearly heard by the people nearby.

(End of this chapter)