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Wang Changfu's grandson was about five or six years old. He ran in from outside and smelled the fragrance on the table. He turned around the table and kept his eyes on the chicken that the old king had brought. Zhao Tiewei grabbed a drumstick and handed it to Wang Changfu's grandson. Before the child's little hand could completely touch the drumstick, Wang Changfu's chopsticks fell on the little grandson's hand. The little grandson cried. Two red marks immediately appeared on her fair and tender hands. The child's mother, who had been busy all this time, ran over and bent down to pick up the child. When the mother and daughter stood up, the child's mother's tears were clearly swirling in her eyes. She quickly walked towards the central room.
Zhao Tiewei looked at Wang Changfu awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Wang Changfu also had an uncomfortable expression and said,
"According to the rules of the mountain, two chicken drumsticks for the guests and one for the elders.”
"I'm not eating this one. Can I give it to him?" Zhao Tiewei said.”
"It's their turn to eat after the meal," said Wang Changfu with a smile.”
Zhao Tiewei's heart felt like it was being pricked by needles. There was no point in persisting. This was not a problem that could be solved by a chicken drumstick. If he did not cure this poverty, he would eventually finish a hundred chicken drumsticks. There was a custom in the mountains that women and children were not allowed to eat when guests came to the house. Only when the people at the table finished eating would the women and children be able to decide how much was left. The root of this custom was still poverty. There was not much food, and once the children were served, the guests would not have enough to eat.
Zhao Tiewei's mood was severely stimulated. He suddenly had the determination to help the villagers become rich. If he had said that in the early stages of helping the villagers become rich, his idea of achieving political achievements was the main one, but the scene just now made him feel a little sincere. He raised his glass to greet everyone, and he had already firmly decided to help these poor people become rich. Such a poor family invited him to eat, but his grandson could not eat. From his conscience, he could not accept it.
"Village Chief Wang, which village has better economic conditions compared to your village?”
"It used to be about the same as Half Mountain Village, but now it's like heaven and earth.”
Zhao Tiewei looked up at the roof and saw the lights. He knew that the electricity was on, so he asked,"Is the well water enough?"
"There's enough for people to eat, but there's no extra.”
Zhao Tiewei calculated in his mind. It would only cost 2,000 yuan to dig a deep well. With a well, he could develop sheep farming. He asked Wang Changfu,"How many households in the village can't even afford a sheep?”
Although Wang Changfu was a farmer, he had been a village cadre for many years. He understood that Zhao Tiewei was concerned and immediately said,"Let's put it this way. If the village has 160 female goats and a breeding ram, it will be about the same as Half Mountain Village. However, we still need to dig a deep well first. The village doesn't have the ability.”
Zhao Tiewei smiled. He thought to himself," They've already calculated the bill. One hundred and sixty sheep are worth thirty-two thousand dollars, and a deep well is worth two thousand dollars. A total of thirty-four thousand dollars."
Zhao Tiewei said," We'll follow the model of the village. We'll only give the sheep to the poor households. After a year and a half, we'll pay back the money at the current market price. You don't have to pay back the money for the deep water well. You have to sign an agreement with each household. We'll transfer a breeding ram from the village and raise it in your house. You have to breed the sheep in the village for free. Then, you have to raise a sheep for the village's veterinarian station. If the cattle and sheep in the village get sick, he'll take care of them all. What do you think?"”
Wang Changfu stood up with a wine glass in his hand, his eyes a little moist. The other five elders, except for the old king, also stood up."Executive Zhao, the entire village will be able to get rid of poverty and become rich with just one word from you. If anything happens to these 160 ewe, we will pay back the money even if we have to sell everything!”
Zhao Tiewei also stood up and clinked glasses with everyone."I'll get someone to dig a well tomorrow. You can ask Uncle Han for a contract. Just write it down and sign it first!”
It was ten o'clock at night. Zhao Tiewei was already lying in bed, smoking as he read the expired newspaper that he had brought back from the village two days ago. He received a text message from Zhou Lina. He had sent the text message during the day and only replied at ten o'clock at night. It had become a letter.
"Please, don't be a village cadre anymore. Go back to the provincial capital!”
"Wait for me for three years. I want to kill my way out and make a name for myself before I can return.”
"It's just a small mountain village. Even if you turn it into a paradise, how much impact will it have?”
"Let's understand each other. Everyone has their own aspirations. Give me three years!”
Zhou Lina didn't reply to her message. Zhao Tiewei knew that something was wrong. He put on his clothes and walked out of the courtyard to call her. "Hello!" The number you have dialed is switched off, sorry...
At this time, Zhou Lina was under double pressure. When her parents found out that she had a boyfriend and gave her a BMW, they were really shocked. This was definitely not a person from a well-off family, but a rich second generation. Usually, the basic impression of the second generation was that they were not practical, fickle, and incapable. When they saw Zhao Tiewei's photo, they were completely cold. Even if he was not the child of a rich family, such a handsome young man would definitely not escape the siege of many young and beautiful women in the future.
Zhao Tiewei's handsome appearance should be considered an advantage, but in Zhou Lina's mother's traditional and conservative thinking, it became a symbol of unreliable men.
Her mother used her experience to persuade her that a woman should marry a man who was one level lower than her looks to be reliable. Ugly men had much less chance of being fickle! Zhou Lina's father was an outstanding looking man. He had spent his whole life with flowers and things. Whether it was in the unit or in society, he would pick flowers and fruits whenever he saw them. He had an ambiguous relationship with his two sisters-in-law, which made his mother anxious for half of her life. Until now, he still did not interact with his two sisters-in-law. He had suffered a lot and shed a lot of tears.
The girls on campus didn't see it that way. What they valued most was love and looks. Money was secondary. They saw love as pure, beautiful, and sacred. They didn't understand that it was impossible to put these three comparisons together. When we first fell in love, we didn't understand love. When we understood love, it was already in the past.
Separating from each other was a torture for mature people, but it was a pain for young people who were in love. In the pain, Zhou Lina made an extremely impulsive and immature decision: Resign! Find Zhao Tiewei!
The first to jump up was his mother.”
The second to jump up was Zhao Tiewei."I'm a resident cadre. What's the matter with bringing my girlfriend here? I can't receive you even if you come. Don't be silly. Give me some time to get stronger!”
The attitude of her mother and Zhao Tiewei made Zhou Lina very painful and helpless. She could only continue to endure her mother's nagging and the pain of longing for Zhao Tiewei. At the same time, her heart was quietly changing and became the drug catalyst for what happened later.
Village Chief Wang Changfu discussed with several elders and held a village meeting the next day. They announced the matter of drilling the well and temporarily borrowing 160 ewe to the entire village. People were skeptical at first, then excited. In the end, dozens of people went to Banshan Village to find Zhao Tiewei. They wanted to thank the village cadre and ask if it was true.
Zhao Tiewei was sitting in the yard of Old Uncle Han's house, holding a large black porcelain bowl that only existed in the countryside and eating mutton noodles. The noodles in this largest bowl would need to be filled in a medium-sized stainless steel basin in the city, and it was difficult to carry it with one hand. Zhao Tiewei was young and had a big appetite. He loved eating noodles the most. As he ate the noodles with relish, dozens of people rushed into the yard. Old Uncle Han was very familiar with these people, so he thought that they were here to see the ram, so he did not stop them. However, many of these people had children with them. When they saw Zhao Tiewei, they made the children kneel down. Zhao Tiewei was shocked and immediately stood up. Only then did he know that these people were here to thank him.
The mountain people used both simple and cunning methods. They were afraid that Zhao Tiewei would go back on his word. In the eyes of the mountain people, promises made at the wine table were not that reliable.
Zhao Tiewei understood this in a very short time. He said to everyone,"Go back, the well drilling team will come in three days, and the sheep will be settled in ten days!”
The people in the mountains were honest. They didn't even say thank you and left in large numbers.
Old Uncle Han sat on a wooden stool and smoked a pipe. He squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Tiewei. The sunlight shone on Old Uncle Han's walnut-like face, giving it a bronze glow. Zhao Tiewei was smoking his Hongtashan, Old Uncle Han was smoking his pipe, and the large tea vat on the small table was steaming hot.
Old Uncle Han said," The temper of a mountain person. Your 160 sheep money won't go away. If the father dies, the son will return it. It's just that it will take a longer time. Did you give away the 2,000 yuan for digging the well?”
Zhao Tiewei nodded.
"There are twenty-two villages in the township, and twenty villages need to dig wells. It's a total of forty thousand yuan, and you're giving it away for free? Your family owns a bank? There are more than 20,000 people in the township. How can you do it alone?”
When Zhao Tiewei heard this, he felt nervous. Although Old Uncle Han was a farmer from the mountains, he knew a lot of things. His words were indeed of some standard. It was reasonable. Taking out 40,000 yuan to dig a well was not a big deal for him, but what about the entire county? This was not the way to do work. It was better to mobilize the power of the masses and the power of society.
Zhao Tiewei suddenly thought of Zhao Jie. He had published a few short articles in the provincial newspaper and had the capital to become the director of the township propaganda office. His mother had been a reporter for the provincial newspaper for more than 20 years. Why didn't she use this relationship? If they were to report the fact that the state-level poor villages could not develop without water to the provincial newspaper, would it be a big problem to dig a few wells?
Zhao Tiewei ran halfway up the mountain and called his mother. He told his mother about the matter in detail. His mother was a senior reporter for the provincial party newspaper. She could see the problem much more deeply than Zhao Tiewei. At that time, she told Zhao Tiewei that it was not a problem to do an in-depth interview report. After it was published in the newspaper, the problem would basically be solved, but he had to go through the township government. As a resident cadre, if his identity was wrong, he had to report it to the township head. It was best if there was an organization like the poverty relief office in the township. He had to put his name on it. It would be justified, and it would be easy to settle accounts with the results.
Zhao Tiewei immediately understood and thought, Zhao Jie relied on a few articles to become a director. I want to rely on digging wells for the entire township and villages to become a director. I want to use my real performance to exchange for the position I deserve!
The township head, Nan Peixin, had experienced Zhao Tiewei's power after accompanying Feng Yong and Chu Weimin for a meal in Banshan Village. He liked college students who relied on their own abilities, unlike Zhao Jie who relied on the propaganda department head of the county party committee, Liu Hailong, to force Zhao Jie to be the director of the township propaganda office. Such a cadre had no foundation and no practical experience. It was not a good thing for such a person to run away without any clear steps. It was like driving a car, driving on the road before understanding the traffic rules. The probability of an accident was much higher.
Nan Peixin had nothing to do today. He sat in his office and thought about all kinds of things in the village. His phone rang. He picked it up and heard that it was the new college student, Zhao Tiewei.
"Hello, Village Head Nan. I have something to report to you. I wonder if you have time?”
"It's Tie Wei. Come, I'll wait for you in the office.”
Nan Peixin thought that all the village officials belonged to a certain department, such as propaganda, family planning, industry, agriculture, finance, land, and so on. Only Zhao Tiewei was not assigned to a certain department. He left the village the second day after he came to report. Until now, he was still hanging in the village office without any arrangements. Was this the case? If Feng Yong were to pick a fight over this matter, then it would be considered the right choice. He had forgotten, he had really forgotten. Let's see what Zhao Tiewei would say when he came.
Zhao Tiewei rode a broken bicycle and arrived in a hurry. He was wearing a jacket, a pair of dark blue track pants, and a pair of Nikes sneakers. He really looked like a rural youth. He was neither fish nor fish, and his upper and lower body did not match. It was funny to look at him, but he was very ordinary in the village. Unlike Zhao Jie, who wore a suit every day. This was at least the clothes worn by the county level authorities. There were no more than three people in the entire township government courtyard wearing this.
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