“Ah——cold——”

When he woke up in the morning, facing the sun, Song Qingyun whistled to the sky.

In this weather, it is suitable for hot pot and boiled fish. It must be perverted and spicy.

Speaking of spicy food, the local area is heavy and everyone has a strong taste. No spicy food is not happy, no numbness or joy.

Because of this, even in district and county hospitals, the doctors in the proctology department are very skilled in medical skills. Anyone who calls them out is at the level of an expert level.

There is nothing else, but you can do it well.

Early this morning, as usual, frost fell, making people tremble with cold.

"I really want to go back to the city and have a big meal!"

The Hongshi Village Dean election is about to be held, and he has to stay here for some time in recent times. That's because he is now the director of the Hongshi Village Election Working Group Office.

Speaking of electing village chiefs, the city has set up an election work guidance group to enter various townships and streets to guide and coordinate. Each township and street have also set up a working group to stay in the village for specific guidance.

Deputy Secretary Wu is the deputy team leader.

An office was also set up in Hongshi Village, and Song Qingyun, the first secretary of the village cadre, served as director.

In other words, Song He is responsible for the specific work.

Previously, the city and the streets had formulated plans and assessment methods, and established legal procedures and operating procedures.

The most important thing is to issue the next fund.

Don’t laugh, the village chief’s election also costs money, such as banners and various publicity.

Sometimes I have to pay some money to voters, not much, about twenty yuan. After all, everyone is working outside, and there will be losses if they take a day off. In addition, if people rush back to the village, you have to reimburse the tickets, right?

Some needy households can’t even find a dollar and can’t pay the road fee. If they can’t say it’s right, they won’t come.

The various equipment used during the election must be taken into account when purchasing and repairing them. For example, the microphone in the broadcast room is sometimes effective and sometimes not effective. It has to be replaced. If the link is dropped at critical moments, it will be troublesome.

Just a few days ago, Deputy Secretary Wu came to Hongshi Village, communicated with the cadres of the village committee, visited the masses, investigated the situation, and held another cadre meeting.

At the meeting, in addition to reporting the situation, the village cadres also conducted a comprehensive review and clearance of financial revenue and expenditure, collective asset disposal and superior funding that occurred last year, and made public the results and accepted supervision by all villagers.

After Deputy Secretary Wu left, Hongshi Village began preparations for the early stage of the election. Chen Jianguo read a piece of election-related documents and regulations on the radio at 6 pm every day, hung banners everywhere, and visited villagers to teach them how to vote and who should be selected as the head of Hongshi Village family.

What they need to do now is to register voters, confirm and review villagers' qualifications.

There are more than 200 people in Hongshi Village who do not live in the village and have to notify them to come back to vote.

In addition, the voter's list must be announced twenty days in advance.

All this is going according to the program, and there is no big problem.

The biggest problem is the candidate issue.

As of now, Liu Yonghua must be participating in the election. He has been the village chief for many years and has done many practical things for everyone, which is very popular. If nothing unexpected happens, it will not be a problem to be elected.

Chen Shangding is definitely going to run for the election. His biggest advantage is that he can bring projects to Hongshi Village and solve the employment problems of poor households. Moreover, if someone intentionally or unintentionally exposes the air to him, he will invest in the farm. Otherwise, that's it.

This is open, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no self-recommendation persons during the election, and it also complies with the procedures.

Don’t worry about recommending yourself. As for the moment, these two people are the ones who call the most.

As for Song Qingyun personally, he has no tendency. One of these two people has a noble personality, simple and willing to work hard; the other has outstanding abilities and can bring funds and projects. The villagers choose who they want to be the village chief.

Speaking of boiled fish, Song Qingyun remembered the cold-water fish raised by Huang Erwa's father in the pond. He became interested and walked over to take a look.

Not to mention, Chen Shangding's movements were so fast. The pond was dug in just a few days, and the gaps in each ravine were blocked. Concrete was applied to build a sluice and a small sluice gate was installed. In the future, this place will become a very useful water conservancy setting.

Hongshi Village is short of water. After digging the irrigation canal, Song Qingyun also thought about applying to his superiors to repair several small pools for water storage here. Now it seems that it is unnecessary.

After several days of water storage, the lowest point is hundreds of square meters. The water depth is about one meter, making it even bluer, making people wonder if Bordeaux liquid is added inside.

The fish cage thrown by Huang Ming's family was led by a long rope and tied to the stone on the shore.

Because the weather is cold, the fish are not active and they are stupid.

Judging from my appearance, I had been hungry for a few days and was frozen again. I lost weight after raising it for another month or two, and it should be no different from wild fish.

Just as he was watching, the old Huang and his wife came over with a small shovel.

Lao Huang: "Secretary Song is busy?"

Song Qingyun: "Hello, Lao Huang, Hello Aunt Huang."

Lao Huang: "Why do you go up the mountain with us to dig thatched roots? Last time I told you that the fried thatched roots after frost in winter are the best, so you might as well just take a private visit."

"What kind of submission is that I am just a errand. No, I have to go to the village committee to talk about it later."

Lao Huang: "Secretary Song, are you thinking about the election? Let's go, I'm about to report to you!"

Song Qingyun burst into laughter: "What secrets are you telling me? The words are inappropriate. You are reporting the situation to the organization, it doesn't count. OK, Lao Huang, let's go up the mountain."

The mountain is bare, all of which are red shale, blue-gray limestone, shrubs, and trees. However, there is a kind of plant that is tenacious, that is, thatch, also known as silk grass by the locals.

The hairy grass is not native to the local area. According to the customs of W City, the old man must plant a plant on the grave after his death.

The seeds of this thing are like cotton wool. When the wind blows, the world is flying all over and takes root everywhere.

In late summer, there is a vast area everywhere, and it is really the reeds that are white and dew that turns into frost.

It is also tall, two meters long.

The old Huang and his wife cut the grass with a hatchet and dug the roots with a small shovel.

Song Qingyun wanted to help, but Huang Erwa's mother said, "Don't, Secretary Song, just watch it." The leaves are very sharp, and when they are held in people's hands, they are a mouth. We are experienced and have thick skin on our bodies, so we are not afraid.

When you dig out the roots, let alone the thatch roots after frost are white and tender. Because the mountains are full of stones, there is no mud, and it is very clean.

Song Qingyun folded one and put it in his mouth and chewed it. It was very crisp and had a faint sweet fragrance. He kept saying, "It tastes delicious."

Lao Huang said, that's right, when I was a child, I was so hungry that I couldn't walk anymore, and I had to save my life by relying on this thing. By the way, Secretary Song, I'll tell you something, I'm going to tell you. But this matter is related to the selection of the village chief. I'm afraid of being retaliated against me, so you have to keep it a secret for me.

Song Qingyun: "Old Huang, you come to report the situation. It is my trust in my poverty alleviation work group. I will definitely protect you. I will say boldly, don't have to worry about it. No matter who the other party is, even the branch secretary or village chief, as long as they do something wrong, the working group will support you."

Lao Huang: "Secretary Song, what if I sued Liu Yonghua?"

Song Qingyun: "What's wrong with Liu Yonghua?"

"No, no, no, I won't sue Yonghua. Yonghua is a good person, I'm suing Gong Zhu." Old Huang said angrily: "Zhuhua relies on Yonghua's power to persecute people."

Song Qingyun: "Who did she mess with?"

The old Huang Po’s interrupted: “Gong Zhu is so pitiful, and he is so annoying.”

Song Qingyun: "Is Luo Po the one you mentioned, the Widow Luo Nanluo, who sells farm tools in the former commune village, right next to Lin Lutao?"

Lao Huang nodded and said it was her.

Song Qingyun, a man from Luo Nan, has met several times.

Isn’t Song Qingyun’s new house being renovated? I am going to plant some flowers in the yard.

Song Qingyun drove back to the city. When he passed by Luonanmen City, he bought a small shovel, a hoe and a big scissor, and talked to her for a few words.

How to say, this person is pretty. Although he is in his thirties, his facial features are also pretty. In fact, Hongshi Village is really well-watered and there are no ugly people.

She spoke to people in a quiet voice.

Luo Nan is from another place. His mother's home is very far away. It is more than 200 kilometers away, which is even poorer than Hongshi Village.

She is the wife of the Gong family. After a few years of marriage, a man rode a motorcycle to work in the city. He fell down a cliff and died.

My mother's family couldn't go back, so she built a store selling farm tools in the village to earn some living expenses.

She also has a son who studies and boards in the middle school in the city, and can't go home several times in a semester.

"Secretary Song, these days, people throw stones at Russell's roof in the middle of the night. They scared them so much that they couldn't sleep all night and their eyes cried. A widow, who has no men at home and his children are studying in the city, which is very pitiful. Is this kind of thing too harmful to do? Secretary, your official position is older than the village leader, and you have to take care of bamboo flowers."

Digging out graves of no one and kicking widows in the countryside is the most despicable act, let alone throwing stones at the roof of a person's house.

Song Qingyun: "No, Gong Zhu is not like this."

"She is such a person." Huang Ming's mother said angrily: "This woman Gong Zhu is so cruel. Anyone who provokes her will be too tit for her. I'm not talking nonsense, there is evidence."

"Evidence, what evidence?" Song Qingyun asked.

Huang Ming's mother replied that Gong Zhu's backyard was about to be cleaned up, so shed a shed, and put on a few tables and chairs. Yonghua returned to the roof of the Luonan family. There were also pebbles thrown to the roof of the Hongshi Village. The mountains of Hongshi Village were covered with sand shale and yellow mud, and only Zhuhua's house had such stones.

The evidence is conclusive, who else can it be if she didn't do it?

Song Qingyun said, even if there is evidence, what about the motive? Gong Zhu and Luo Nan have no grudges in the past, and she has no bad luck in searching for others.

"Why are there no grudges? When you walk together, you are enemies. Cutting off your wealth is like killing your parents. That will never end."

Huang Ming's mother said, didn't Luo Nan open a store to buy sickles, hoes, shovels, etc.? Nowadays, there is not much income for farming, and young people don't like to do farm work. Therefore, she can't see any ghosts in her farm tools store on weekdays, and often she doesn't open day by day. Not only can't make money, she pays for rent.

It just so happened that the man she died had a senior brother doing daily mess wholesale in the city, with a low-priced source of goods. He also sympathized with her experience, agreed to supply the goods, and could also sell them for credit.

In this way, Ronan's store started selling daily messes.

Because the price is OK, the business looks decent.

This damaged Gong Zhu's eyebrows because her convenience store was also selling daily messengers.

Villagers, especially older generations, are price-sensitive consumers. They will go wherever they are cheaper.
To be continued...