Mixed small peasants

Everything is the same, the township government compound has not changed much after the New Year's Eve, it looks like it is still busy, but in fact it is doing nothing, this is what Feng Yishan said at the all-hands meeting at work.Feng Yishan patted the table on the rostrum of the meeting and spoke out, saying that in such a big township, why is the tax problem falling behind and not improving every year?

As soon as the meeting was over, Ma Xiaole knocked on the door of Feng Yishan's office.

"Major Feng, are you busy?" Ma Xiaole said respectfully.

"Oh, Xiao Ma, just talk about whatever you want." Feng Yishan half-lyed on the sofa chair, "Little Ma, it seems that after a year, your energy has grown several times!"

Ma Xiaole thought to himself, how can it be bad, the little dog whip has solved the important matter of life, so the spirit will be refreshed, it is hard to think otherwise! "Major Feng, it's Chinese New Year, or it's because I'm excited about work!" Ma Xiaole laughed.

"Ha, very good! Very good! If you are excited about your work, it means that you, Ma Xiaole, have a bright future!" Feng Yishan laughed, picked up a cigarette on the table and took out a cigarette, "Come on, Xiao Ma, just charge You say this, smoke a cigarette."

"Ouch!" Ma Xiaole hurried over with his waist bent, and stretched out his hands to take the cigarette, "Major Feng, I should give you a cigarette, why do you have to take out the cigarette, but come on, my cigarette is not up to grade Maybe you still burn your mouth!" Ma Xiaole took the cigarette, quickly took out the lighter, and lit it for Feng Yishan with a "snap".

"Heh, you brat." Feng Yishan smiled, "Your brain is active, and your mouth is like oil. If you can bend down and do something practical, then you will definitely have a career in the future!"

"Major Feng, your teachings have been engraved in my heart for a long time, and I have been thinking about the practical things all day long." Ma Xiaole took a puff of cigarette, went to the reception sofa and sat down, and put it in the ashtray on the front coffee table. He flicked it smartly and didn't have much soot, "Major Feng, I think there is a way to try the taxation thing you told me about years ago."

"Oh, what can I do, tell me!" Feng Yishan was very interested, and leaned forward from the sofa chair.

"Major Feng, there are 15 villages in our Shadun Township. This is the big head. If each village can contribute 30 yuan, half of the tax revenue will be solved. If [-] yuan is paid, then [-] yuan will be fully resolved. Is it?" Ma Xiaole said very seriously, but the expression of excitement naturally showed.

However, Feng Yishan didn't show the slightest excitement when he heard it, "Oh, Xiao Ma, I've thought about this method for a long time, and I used it several years ago, but the effect is not good. The village party secretary said that there is no Money, one by one come to look for it, and at most they will take out a thousand or two thousand, is there any use for it?"

Ma Xiaole is not surprised to hear this. He and Fan Baofa have already discussed this issue. In fact, it is not that the village has no money, but is unwilling to pay it. Or can the village cadres still eat and drink so much? Also, what else is the village secretary planning?Look at almost all the villages, whoever becomes the village party secretary in the first year but can't afford the big tile house in the second year, that means he is a bear!

"Major Feng, as far as I know, there is no money in the village." Ma Xiaole said very carefully, looking at Feng Yishan's face while speaking, if there is no trouble, stop and leave quickly, and don't make yourself ugly.

"I know this too, but the village has nothing to do. They can't take people to dig their account books." Feng Yishan seemed very helpless about this matter.

"Major Feng, I think those village party secretaries are used to being loose." Ma Xiaole pressed out the butt of his cigarette, "As the saying goes, if you don't whip a horse, you won't run, and if you don't lay a knife, you won't be hanged. Those village party secretaries should be cursed. gone."

Feng Yishan seemed to find it fresh after hearing these words, "What kind of curse do you want to put on?"

"Major Feng, think about it. The county has issued tax targets for our township. If we fail to meet the tax targets, we will be criticized if we fall behind. Can you bear it?" In front of Feng Yishan.

Feng Yishan took the cigarette, but didn't light it, and put it on the table casually, "What can I do if I can't bear it? I have to bear it with a calm face."

Ma Xiaole lit a cigarette by himself, and took a deep puff, "Major Feng, don't be angry if you say something, if the county says, no matter which township, if you can't complete the taxation task, all collective and individual appraisals will be canceled in the first year , Take it directly in the second year!" Ma Xiaole stopped here and looked at Feng Yishan, "In this case, Feng Township Chief, don't you think you can do everything possible to complete the task well?"

Feng Yishan looked at Ma Xiaole calmly, blinked his eyes, and slammed the table, "Okay, pony, this method is powerful!" After finishing speaking, he picked up his cigarette case and took out one and threw it to Ma Xiaole, "Come on, smoke me of!"

Feng Yishan lit a cigarette, a little excited, but also a little doubtful, "Little Ma, but this method has never been used in any township, is it a bit too much? If the higher-ups blame it, it will be a heavy burden. ah."

"What are you doing?" Ma Xiaole was a little excited when he saw that Feng Yishan could accept his suggestion, "Major Feng, it's not at all, we just use direct and effective methods to solve major problems, because it's not that there is no money in the village, if there is no money If not, maybe our approach is a bit too much."

Feng Yishan pondered for a while, said yes, and asked Ma Xiaole to go back and discuss the whole matter.Ma Xiaole secretly groaned, it was easy to talk about it, but it was difficult to write it down with a pen.Feng Yishan saw the embarrassment on Ma Xiaole's face, "Little Ma, what's the matter, are you in trouble?"

"No, no." Ma Xiaole stood up, ready to leave, "I just feel a little rusty with a pen."

"What's wrong with you? It's a problem for a dignified high school student to write something?" Feng Yishan said with a smile, "I've seen the meeting minutes you made, and the small characters are pretty good. I believe in your pen. I’ll take care of the whole material, and finally I’ll publish the article based on it, so that those village party secretary can study hard!”

Leaving Feng Yishan's office, Ma Xiaole felt something was wrong as soon as he arrived at the secretary's office, his desk was gone.

Just wondering, Ma Xiaole saw Wu Yihong waving to him outside the window, and walked out.

"Xiao Ma, I've changed the office for you!" Wu Yihong was full of joy.

When Ma Xiaole heard it, hehe, this Wu Yihong really did what he said, "Oh, Director Wu really troubled you, this matter really reassures you."

"Am I also thinking about the overall situation of the work, to create a stable and united working environment, so that the work can be effective." Wu Yihong looked at Ma Xiaole with a fawning look.

Ma Xiaole finally understood that this woman misses a man just like a man misses a woman, and can't wait to think of ways.In this case, why not make full use of the existing conditions. "Director Wu, I want to trouble you with something." Ma Xiaole looked at Wu Yihong with gentle eyes.

Seeing this, Wu Yihong suddenly softened, "Little Ma, what's the trouble, what's the matter?"

Ma Xiaole looked around, and said in a low voice: "Just now I had some conversations with Feng Xiangchang, and he told me that I need to get some materials, and then I will publish the article based on it." Ma Xiaole looked around again, "Director Wu , you know I don't have much experience in that area, I guess..."

"You want me to write it for you, right?" Wu Yihong chuckled, "Is it not convenient to talk, come inside, just to see your office."

Wu Yihong took Ma Xiaole to an empty room. There were three desks, one of which belonged to Ma Xiaole, "You are the only one in this room now, and the treatment is good. I don't have a separate office yet."

"What's the name of this office?" Ma Xiaole sat down at his desk, feeling relieved without Ji Yuanhua beside him.

"It's also called the government office." Wu Yihong smiled triumphantly, "Now that there are more and more secretaries, one office can be crowded enough, wouldn't it be better to divide it into two?"

"You told Township Chief Feng that, right?" Ma Xiaole smiled, "Major Feng is just nice to you."

As soon as Feng Yishan was mentioned, Wu Yihong became alert, and immediately changed the subject, "What material did you say to write?"

"It's about taxation. To put it bluntly, it's about asking for money. Every village has a task. If you complete it, you will get a reward. If you don't complete it, you will step down!" Ma Xiaole was unequivocal when he talked about this matter. Things are done, it can be regarded as his first time to show his face.

"Hehe, amazing, Xiao Ma, I've been in the village for so many years, and I haven't heard of people in the village losing their official position if they can't pay the money." Wu Yihong crossed her arms, thinking that Ma Xiaole was joking.

"Why doesn't it have a beginning?" Ma Xiaole knocked on the table, "This is the beginning! Township Chief Feng has already agreed, and I just talked to him."

"Oh, you say this is real?" Wu Yihong lowered her arms and was very serious.

Ma Xiaole was not sloppy, "It's absolutely true, Township Chief Feng is going to read this material tomorrow, so I want to ask you for help. You have been writing materials for so many years, so it should be very easy."

"How about this, Xiao Ma, I think it's up to you to write. I'll just watch it. If you have anything to ask me, it's good for you. Sooner or later, you will learn to write materials, otherwise you can still work in the office. ?" Wu Yihong looked at Ma Xiaole with genuine affection.

Ma Xiaole is right when he thinks about it. If he doesn't know how to write materials, he's a fool. "Okay, Director Wu, but I'll trouble you."

"What's the matter? Isn't it natural to help you young people?" Wu Yihong smiled and bent down, lying on Ma Xiaole's desk. "Come to the office after dinner at night? I will guide you alone!"

"Okay, that's it, it must be done tonight." Ma Xiaole nodded and said happily.

Ma Xiaole and Wu Yihong's playful jokes aroused Ji Yuanhua's displeasure, he came to the door and knocked, "Sister Wu, you are here, why can't I find you."

"Hey, Xiaoji, what's the matter?" Wu Yihong stood up straight, walked to the door and asked Ji Yuanhua.

"It's nothing. I have some materials for you to check and check." Ji Yuanhua looked at Ma Xiaole while speaking, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.Ma Xiaole had already listened to Wu Yihong's teaching before, and tried not to have any trouble with Ji Yuanhua, so Ma Xiaole only glanced at him and lowered his head to tidy up the drawers without looking at him.

Ji Yuanhua felt bored looking at it by himself, so he left with Wu Yihong.

"What a mother!" Ma Xiaole took out a copy of "Must-Read for Secretaries" from the drawer, and slammed it on the table, "I will beat you to death someday!"

After finishing speaking angrily, Ma Xiaole thought about the look in Ji Yuanhua's eyes just now, it seemed that there was not only disdain, but also a hint of cunning.

That trace of cunning made Ma Xiaole feel chills down his spine, and had a premonition that he would put him to death.