After being delayed by the environmental protection equipment in Chen Xin's chicken farm, Song Qingyun did not return to the unit. That afternoon, he received a call from the street that he would come to Hongshi Village to comfort the needy tomorrow.

Leaders representing the street to send warmth is a regular job during the Spring Festival every year.

Next, the secretary and the director have to attend the group meeting and have discussions with representative figures from various industries.

There are also cultural and artistic groups going to the countryside to perform.

Anyway, this series of activities will last until the 28th and 29th day of the New Year.

Very busy.

That night, Liu Yonghua rushed back from the city and sat down beside Song Qingyun's bed and started chatting with him.

Liu Yonghua's son attended a one-on-one tutoring class to make up for mathematics. The monthly tuition fee for winter vacation was 3,000 yuan. Gong Zhu lived in the store and watched him all day long, so as not to break down the baby's mind.

He ran on both sides.

In the past, when leaders came to the village during the Chinese New Year, they would give a bag of rice, meat, and a barrel of oil. Sometimes they simply gave 200 yuan in cash, which was considered the organization's concern for the masses.

The problem is that there are more than 80 registered poor households in the village, and it is impossible for every household to come.

Otherwise, based on the delay of each household for twenty minutes, it will take at least half a month for more than eighty households to complete, and the leaders don’t have to do anything else.

Besides, there is not only Hongshi Village in Qianjin Street, but also whether other villages can go? By the way, even if there are five-guarantee households in the city, they have to go.

Besides, even if the superiors are energetic, they have to bring all the needy families to the point. If the rice, meat and rapeseed of more than 80 families cannot be loaded into a truckload?

Therefore, generally speaking, when the street notifies the village, the village committees select several households to lead the leaders over.

There are many requirements for the choice of these households. First of all, they must have good character and good personality.

In previous years, other township leaders visited the needy people in the village, but some people thought they were given too little, so they cursed at the leader, saying that the four hundred I gave last year, but why did they only give two hundred this year? You must have been corrupt.

Then he grabbed the leader's sleeve and said, "If you don't give money, don't think about leaving the village today." Do you believe it or not?"

After such a fuss, the leader is embarrassed and the village cadres below are shameless. Didn’t that a good thing turn into a bad thing?

Song Qingyun asked Liu Yonghua: "Yonghua, who were the homes of the leaders last year?"

Liu Yonghua said the names of several people, including the one-handed man, Gong Qiye and Red Face. The process was perfect and they were very grateful. Of course, it is impossible to choose them again this year. Besides, have they been lifted out of poverty?

"I think, why don't you decide Boss Chen, Chen Changqing..." He read the names of several people.

After reading, Song Qingyun smiled and nodded, saying, "It's very thoughtful. Chen Changqing is a famous lazy man. His family is dirty and broken. He sleeps all day long and doesn't wake up for much time. He is confused. He doesn't even speak in a vague way, and he is not afraid of speaking in a bad mood.

Chen Changqing last time gave a betrothal gift with his nephew and got the red envelope and stayed outside for a few days. After spending all the money, he returned home and returned to his sleeping posture. He either went to Chen Xin's house for free or was raising the corpse at home.

Comrade Xiao Song also said that Boss Chen had a fight with Chen Laoer over the cherry planting last time. He was stimulated and was hit by the blow. His mouth was crooked and his mouth was slanted. The saliva of the boss probably disliked him when he went there, and he wanted to turn around and leave immediately. His mouth was crooked and his voice was vague. Even if he had the will to open his mouth and talk randomly, others would not be able to hear it clearly!

"Director Yonghua has rich work experience, I want to learn from you."

Liu Yonghua felt a little embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Does we have a little bit of dealing with the superiors when we do this?"

Song Qingyun was so strict: "What does it mean to deal with it? Are they not the needy people? Have they encountered no problems in their lives? Is it wrong for the leader to care about them?"

Liu Yonghua: "Will we inform these poor households about the things that the street leaders will come to visit them tomorrow so that they can prepare early?"

Song Qingyun was a little surprised and asked, why should I prepare in advance?

Liu Yonghua replied, "Song Qingyun, you don't know. In previous years, when superiors came to visit the poor, the villages and groups said hello to the needy households in advance, but they were not taught how to speak. The main reason is that there is a lot of work in the rural areas. If the leader comes and people go out to work, it is a bit troublesome to shout. Or they just go out to visit relatives. Isn't that trouble? Let's stay at home and wait.

Song Qingyun smiled and said, "No, no, after the stroke, Boss Chen had a crooked mouth. When the villagers saw him making jokes, they gave him the nickname of crooked mouth. The blow he suffered was too great. Now he stayed at home all day and refused to go out. He was sure to find him. As for Chen Changqing, as long as it was not dinner time, he would definitely be lying in bed at home. At that time, he could pretend to be sick in bed for a long time.

When Liu Yonghua heard this, he laughed and asked Boss Chen how he had a facial stroke.

Song Qingyun said that he was not a poor household and had no money to see a doctor, so he pulled herbs on the mountain soaked in water. Anyway, his mouth was crooked and he would not die, so he would be used to it. When the weather gets warmer, maybe it will be fine.

His mouth and eyes were actually not effective, but he was just resting, and then he went to the hospital to get acupuncture and physical therapy. It took too long and there was no effect in a month or two. Hongshi Village was too far away from the city, so it was extremely inconvenient to travel back and forth, so Boss Chen was too lazy to bother.

Song Qingyun said: "This time the street is warm, and the team leads Lao Zhong. You are not unaware of his personality. You are most disgusted with the following face-saving project. If we prepare in advance, we may turn against each other and say you and I will do face-saving project and treat him like a monkey. Therefore, it is best for us to let it go, and we don't have to teach Chen Changqing and Boss Chen and others what to say when they meet the leader. Moreover, if we go to greet the booked poor households tonight, we may cause trouble tomorrow."

Liu Yonghua has been a village director for many years and has rich work experience. He has encountered all kinds of situations. He heard Song Qingyun's reminder and immediately understood and nodded: "Yes, only you and the members of the village committee know this matter, and they must not be able to make any noise. After all, there are so many poor households in the village, and everyone wants to take the leader to their homes. Isn't that a mess?"

Indeed, as long as you bring your leader into your own home, you will have twenty kilograms of oil per barrel. Maybe there is still cash to take, who won’t be jealous?

Although those who receive condolences are happy, those who do not receive benefits will inevitably cause accidents, and the situation will be difficult to control.

...

Song Qingyun and Liu Yonghua decided to keep it secret. By the next morning, they sat in the office of the village committee early in the morning, and diligently cleaned all the rooms.

Although Hongshi Village is poor, the two village committees have new houses, a two-story small building with more than ten rooms.

The village committees have few people and many functions, and the members all have multiple positions. This can be seen from the sign at the door: "CCP W City Qianjin Street Branch Committee", "CCP Hongshi Village Villagers Committee, Qianjin Street, W City", "CCP Village Affairs Supervision Committee, Qianjin Street, W City", "Hongshi Village Veterans Service Station", ... There are many.

These departments have to set up a separate agency, and none of them are missing. Some offices cannot be opened once a year, and the tables and the ground are covered with dust.

Today is Gong Liushan on duty. Seeing that the two of them were so active, they felt strange and came to help.

By the time the hygiene was ready, it was already noon.

Song Qingyun was a bachelor, and Liu Yonghua's wife was studying in the city. The two of them simply made some food together.

While eating, there was a trumpet outside.

Song Qingyun threw the bowl and said, "The leader is here, Yonghua, let's go out to greet him."

When the two went out, they were shocked and the situation was quite big.

Two cars came, the leader was a black sedan with self-adhesive stickers printed with the words "official vehicle" on the door, not from the street. Behind it was a large bread, which was a county TV station interview car, with reporters carrying cameras and microphones coming down from above.

The co-pilot door of the black sedan opened, and he saw the street director Lao Lu poking his head out and shouting: "Song Qingyun."

When she saw that it was Lao Lu, Song Qingyun was happy and said to Liu Yonghua: "If I had known that it was Lao Lu, what should we do to do that hard?"

Lao Lu is generous and is just a grandmaster. Song Qingyun doesn't pay much attention to him. Sometimes he even jokes about him, not as inhuman as secretary Lao Zhong.

Song Qingyun rushed over in two steps, protecting his hand on the door frame: "Oh, what wind blows you? I said that the magpies chirping on the branches this morning. It turned out that it was Boss Lu who sent warmth. I have been in the village and haven't returned to the unit these two days, so you are not allowed to deduct my bonus."

"Puchi" laughter came from the back of the car, and it turned out that there were two people sitting there.

Director Lu's face turned pale: "Song Qingyun, can you have a positive shape and deduct money and deduct all your money?"

Song Qingyun: "You deduct me money. I have no place to eat. This Spring Festival, I can only stay in the village. Don't arrange for me on duty during the Spring Festival."

The laughter in the back row was even louder: "Director Lu, your young man is very energetic. It is a good thing to take root at the grassroots level and eat and live with the masses, and you should agree."

Director Lu nodded and got out of the car: "Okay, Song Qingyun, you can stay in Hongshi Village during the Spring Festival! It's spring plowing soon. The year is spring, and the food for the people depends entirely on the beginning of spring this year. There are many things in the village, so you can just sit here."

Song Qingyun was shocked: "Lao Lu, you are not a good idea. I have a mother, and I also want to have a New Year's Eve dinner. Aren't you sending me in disguise?"

Director Lu looked stern: "No, this is the instructions of the superior leader, that's it."

"What superior leader? Aren't you the best?" Song Qingyun was anxious and leaned his head into the rear window: "I said, this leader, you can't harm me, I won't invite you to lunch...ah!"

It doesn't matter when I see it, but as soon as I see, a layer of sweat immediately seeps into the vest.

But I saw two people sitting in the back row, one was a young man in his thirties wearing eyes, who looked like a secretary. The other was about the early forties and was also wearing glasses. He was slightly fat and elegant.

This person often appears in news programs on local TV stations. He is Secretary Jiang, a member of the regional city standing committee and senior official of W city.

Song Qingyunxin shouted: Damn, Lao Zhong didn't come, but it turned out that something even harder to deal with. I'm afraid it will be bad today.
Chapter completed!