At this time, another villager said, "We haven't read much, so how can we understand the accounts you made? It's not just your village cadres who write whatever they want?"

"Yes, don't say that we haven't read a book. Even if we have read it, we don't know how to calculate!"

"Yonghua, you are a good person and have never done bad things in your life. Why can't you control such things?"

"Nonsense, that's something worth tens of thousands of yuan. You don't want it for free?"

Li Shuangxi said casually: "When Duke Zhou was afraid of rumors, Wang Mang respected the wise and the nobles, if he died in that year, who knows the authenticity of his life? How can he tell what kind of person he was before the critical moment?"

Liu Yonghua was completely confused and shouted: "Why don't you believe me? I really don't have one. I'm not such a person!"

Everyone said that we just don’t believe it anyway. Every poor household has tens of thousands of dollars in the matter of growing grapes, more than 80 people, and millions of dollars together, and maybe tens of millions of dollars will be invested. Your village cadres are in charge of so much funds, so how can you not be jealous? You only have more than 1,000 yuan a month, so how can you have no idea?

Yes, the village cadres in this project have been struggling for so long, and they are really tired. If the reward is only a subsidy of more than 1,000 yuan per month, can they care about it like this?

Seeing everyone's distrust, Liu Yonghua wanted to explain but didn't know how to prove his innocence, and his heart felt bitter.

At this moment, Gong Zhu came in from outside wearing a raincoat, holding a handful of vegetables in her hand. It turned out that she had just gone down to pick vegetables.

Zhuhua didn't talk nonsense, and stepped forward and kicked Li Shuangxi and the chair to the ground, shouting: "Who knows what the authenticity of life is true or false? Who are you sarcastic about? Get out!"

She shook her throat and scolded again: "You don't know what kind of man my family is, and you still doubt his character? Why, you want to start a criminal offense, what do you want to do? Yes, my family wants to grow grapes, so what's wrong? I plant whatever I want in my own land. I spend my own money, who can take care of it? I really planted this grape. Are you not convinced, are you not convinced?"

The bamboo flower people are inherently evil, and everyone was shocked by this thunder.

A villager whispered: "You are domineering, you are so domineering even if you are corruption."

"What kind of corruption is it? Who is it? If Yonghua doesn't want to do this village chief, he doesn't want to do it, even if he doesn't want to be a corruption. Who cares about it? To be honest, it's only a month to be a village chief, and more than one thousand is enough to eat. If it weren't for this burden, with my Yonghua's ability, he would open a store in the city and make 7,000 or 8,000 yuan a month, which is not better than staying in this poor village?"

Liu Yonghua: "Bamboo, please say a few less words."

Zhuhua: "I just want to say, what's the point of being the village chief? Just because you are this village chief, you are trapped in this ravine and can't get rid of it. How much has our family earned at such a young age?"

After saying that, she looked at everyone with a look: "Okay, I'll leave this here today. Yonghua will resign for the village committee. It's not a village cadre. If he grows grapes, you have nothing to say, right? Get out of here and go!"

After saying that, he drove everyone away.

The villagers were all popular and scolded: "Liu Yonghua, don't think about embezzlement. If you want to build a greenhouse, everyone has to build it together, otherwise you won't think about it."

When everyone dispersed, Liu Yonghua smiled bitterly: "Zhuhua, what are you doing? They are all from the villagers."

Zhuhua: "I'm back to the villagers, this is a mess. Liu Yonghua, I'll tell you clearly. I didn't care about planting grapes before, but today they dare to make trouble, I really have to plant them. I can't swallow this."

"Hey!" Liu Yonghua sighed and lowered his head.

Just now, there were many people in the convenience store. It rained every day, and the ground was covered with yellow mud footprints, which was messy.

Zhuhua: "Why do you sigh? I can't stand you thinking about things when you encounter them. You don't look like a man. You, the village chief, have to be appropriate. You just resigned after they make trouble. I'm not very embarrassed. Don't worry about this, I'll call Du Limei now."

"Or... wait a few more days..."

"What are you waiting for? Don't be afraid, I'm there!"

Gong Zhu immediately took out a phone call and contacted Du Limei, and told her that she wanted to grow grapes. She asked if she could participate at her own expense and added Yonghua's name, mainly to receive technical guidance from Professor Bai.

Du Limei is a good person. He has a good relationship with Liu Yonghua and said with a smile, "Ah, Yonghua wants to participate, welcome. Yes, that's right, this project should be the leader of the village cadres! Besides, this matter is just to make a profit without losing money, and only a fool will not participate! Poverty is not glorious, and poor cadres are not advanced. Zhuhua, tell Yonghua, when I come back, we will draft the contract.

Boss Du drove Song Qingyun's car to the city to buy materials today. When he came back, it was already afternoon, so he got into Zhuhua's convenience store and discussed this matter with her husband.

It is said that several other village cadres in the Baima project need to participate, but because they are not poor households, they can only pay for it at their own expense.

How much materials and labor is needed to make a greenhouse? How to contact Professor Bai is all a question.

Du Limei and Zhuhua pondered for a long time and decided that he would first come forward and formulate a construction contract with the village cadres who joined one after another. After the greenhouse was built, he would discuss with Baima to join the internship base, purchase seedlings from there, receive technical guidance and training matters.

Liu Yonghua was still a little uneasy and refused to express his opinion. He remembered the words of the villagers when they left before, and didn't know what to do. He thought that if he started building a shed at home, others might be like.

Zhuhua was annoyed and was about to get angry, and a call was called to Du Limei.

Boss Du took the phone and said a few words, and was immediately annoyed: "What? Mao Gen stopped the car and did not allow the material car to pass by his house. The road was theirs... it really belongs to his house? What does he mean... He also wants to grow grapes, and asked us to pay for him the materials. Bastard, the money is not mine, so he asked him to ask Baima to go... Wait, I'll come here now."

Liu Yonghua asked: "What's wrong?"

Du Limei said that the one who called me just now was a truck driver who was delivering materials for greenhouse construction into the field. He was blocked when the car passed by Maogen's doorstep, so he was not allowed to pass anyway.

There is a road at the entrance of Maogen's house. It was quite narrow at the time, and only a chicken bus could pass by.

Last year, didn’t Chen Shangding go back to the village to build his ancestral house? The street approved him a homestead, which was on the top of the mountain beside the pond.

When building a house, you have to send materials. If there is no road, then just repair it. Anyway, Boss Chen has money, so the excavator will drive over, even if it is a cliff, it will open a walkway for you within a few minutes.

Boss Chen had to pass through Maogen's house, so he came to the door. Maogen brothers Maogen shouted intimately. He said that this was not to expand the road, and it had to take up a little yard for you. Can you make it convenient? Thank you, thank you!

Another 2,000 yuan was compensated for the hair roots.

Mao Gen gave Boss Chen face and stripped down his own courtyard wall.

In this way, the path was expanded to allow an agricultural vehicle to pass through.

Today, Du Limi's truck passed by his doorstep and was stopped by Mao Gen. He asked the Baima Internship Base to build a greenhouse for him, otherwise the truck would not pass by the road at his door in the future.

The driver saw that he had encountered a bandit blocking the road and planned to take a detour, but he saw that there was really no place to go.

First of all, this is the only passage to the soon-to-be-built greenhouse. Secondly, there are farmers' houses and yards around. You can't demolish someone's yard, it will be a big deal.

I had to say that I had to ask Boss Du.

After saying this, Du Limei smiled bitterly: "Yonghua, it takes tens of thousands of yuan for a family to build a greenhouse. Teacher Bai has a weird temper and is upright, so he will never agree to Maogen's unreasonable request. Besides, he is only responsible for giving money and technology, and he will not care about the specific construction. Don't talk about Maogen, even if you village cadres want to ask the internship base to build a greenhouse for you for nothing, it is really annoying Baima. People say that we should stop doing this project, but when we cry, we have no place to cry."

Zhuhua teased: "Boss Du, you have made a lot of money in this project, why don't you give me the money from Maogen greenhouse?"

Durimei's slutty changed and complained: "I am contributing to the village collective. I don't make money, and I can't do a losing deal."

As the village director, Liu Yonghua couldn't ignore the matter of blocking the road and hurried to Maogen's house with Du Limei.

When I arrived at the place, I saw that there was so much fun that it was so crowded. The person who had been drinking tea at the convenience store ran here again to see that Xiqi was coming.

Song Qingyun was also there. When he saw the two of them, he hurriedly waved: "Yonghua, Boss Du, you are here too. Well, the three leaders of the poverty alleviation work group, the project manager office, and the villagers' committee are all there, let's solve the problem on the spot."

Liu and Du squeezed into the crowd and looked forward, and they were both angry and funny.

Today, the agricultural vehicle is equipped with steel pipes and tied with steel ropes. The driver sat in the car and smoked in depressedly.

In front of the car was a wrinkled and gray-haired old lady holding an umbrella, which was Maogen's mother.

Mao’s mother was an honest man. She was called by her son to get a traffic jam. She felt embarrassed. She blushed and lowered her head and said nothing.

As for the hair root, he raised his head and stabbed his nose hair forward, shouting: "I want to pass by here, come, come, and crush my mother first."

Liu Yonghua laughed in anger, "Mao Gen, you are disobedient and unfilial, why don't you crush you first?"

The villagers thought, this is the reason! Isn’t this the copy of “Brothers, come on me” in the old movie instead of “Comrades, come on me”?

They all laughed.

Maogen: "You have to care? Anyway, if you don't agree to this matter, it won't work no matter what you say."

Liu Yonghua advised, Brother Maogen, you see, this greenhouse is a poverty alleviation project, and the population of greenhouses must strictly meet the conditions. Your family’s situation is still alive. If you open a hole in your place and others also ask you to help build a greenhouse, isn’t that a mess?

Brother Maogen, is my Liu Yonghua good to your family? Your mother was sick last year. In the middle of the night, I drove you and your mother to the city for hospitalization. I don’t even talk about this. Let’s get the car quickly.

Mao’s mother: “Yes, Yonghua is really good to us. Maogen, is it wrong for us to do this?”

"Mom, don't talk." Mao Gen snorted and said, "Director Liu, I remember your favors and will pay them back in the future, but I won't pay them back in this matter. You didn't pay them for the money to build a greenhouse, but Professor Bai paid them out. I asked him that the money had nothing to do with you, so I came out to ask for anything. Anyway, I just said a thousand words and ten thousand, but I just didn't do it."

Liu Yonghua said again: "Mao Gen, why do you have to do this? The road is collective, you can't take it, right?"

He picked up a stick and drew a vertical line on the ground, shouting, "Liu Yonghua, the right hand side is the village collective road, you should live as soon as possible. The left hand side used to be my courtyard, but I have to pass by my consent. It really made me angry. Do you believe it or not, I will immediately restore the courtyard wall that was demolished before?"

Liu Yonghua persuaded him hard for a long time, but Maogen was unmoved.

After a long time, Song Qingyun finally got a little impatient. He felt that Liu Yonghua was really a little sticky today: Maogen is just a little gangster. They just want to get benefits, but they don’t care about favors and will not reason with you. A greenhouse with a single hand will have the benefits of tens of thousands of yuan. How could they stop just by saying a few good words to him? Is it meaningful to waste time on him?

He pointed to a house on the other side and asked, "Whose house belongs to this house? Is the owner here?"

On the other side of the road is a dilapidated bungalow, about ten square meters in size, with leaking roofs and covered with grass. It is obvious that no one has lived in it for a long time.

The house is triangular, with the sharp angle protruding out, just in front of it. If this angle is cut off, the road will immediately become wider and can be passed by by trucks.

A villager came out of the crowd: "Secretary Song, it's my family."

This person is Chen Wen, a cultural person who often takes Song Qingyun's car, and is an old acquaintance.
Chapter completed!