"Hello, Secretary Song, I am Chen Jianguo." The little fat man looks about forty years old, not tall and very honest.

He ran over diligently, opened the car door for Song Qingyun, and protected his right hand on the lintel of the car door, as if he was afraid that Secretary Song would touch his head when he got off the car.

Song Qingyun was amused and crying: "Old Chen, don't do this. I'm just a errand. I'm not a bad person on the street. Anyone in the agency is older than me."

Administrative level and qualifications are emphasized in the agency.

There are about 30 people in Qianjin Street, one senior party worker in the street; one director of the street office; one deputy secretary of the street party work committee, one senior discipline worker in the office, one deputy director of the armed forces, one full-time deputy director of the office's comprehensive governance, one director of the office, and seven officers...

In summary, Song Qingyun is the youngest and has the lowest position.

Under forty years old, the title "Xiao Song" on his head could not be removed.

Chen Jianguo smiled shyly and flatteringly: "Secretary Song, what are you saying? You are the leader. The villagers still hope that you will lead everyone to get rid of poverty and become rich!"

Then there was a compliment. Although he knew that he could please him, Song Qingyun was still a little proud.

Chen Jianguo obviously made full preparations to welcome Song Qingyun's arrival today. He changed into a white shirt, and had two pens and small notebooks in his pocket. His hair was combed into a middle part, showing solemnity and stability, giving people a sense of reliability. That is... his dressing style looks very ancient, making people feel as if he had traveled to the 1980s.

It forms a strong contrast with Song Qingyun who is wearing flowers.

Chen Jianguo was quick to do anything, so he immediately grabbed Song Qingyun's luggage, opened a room, and quickly made the bed for him.

Although Song Qingyun kept saying that he didn't need to do it myself, he couldn't resist his enthusiasm and could only let him go.

The room is not big, it has a cast-in-place cement wall, the floor is covered with floor tiles and a bathroom, which is clean and tidy. There is water and electricity, but there is no Internet or TV.

Song Qingyun doesn't watch TV, and she usually relies on mobile phones for entertainment. In his opinion, it's enough to have a bed that can sleep.

There is no saying that cadres will give away rice in the countryside, and there is no restaurant in the village. Chen Jianguo said that his wife would come here after lunch. He also said that he had borrowed an electric rice cooker and an electric wok for Secretary Song, and would deliver it later, so he could make it himself in the future. As for soy sauce, salt, MSG, etc., you can go to the Zhuhua Small Buying Office to buy it.

Song Qingyun touched her chin and went to Gong Zhu to buy something? Let's forget it.

He was really scared of the pineapple.

Chen Jianguo's wife is Gao Chunrong, and she is also a fat man, with a round body. The couple stood together, and it was a big circle and a small circle, and the couple was in the same heart.

Gao Chunrong has a good cooking skills. Although he is just a serving of bacon and a bowl of stewed chard, it is fragrant and exciting.

The three of them were eating and chatting in the yard of the village committee.

When Song Qingyun was just a little bit dark when he first came, he also needed to understand the situation from Chen Jianguo. Although he could not drink alcohol during working hours, in the mountains, if you don’t drink alcohol, you even look down on others and can’t continue to work, so you can only follow the power.

There are three people in the village committee, the branch secretary Gong Zhenxin, who is fifty-one years old this year; the village director is village chief Liu Yonghua, forty-two; the clerk Chen Jianguo, forty-one.

There are also several security team leaders, women's directors, militias and activists.

They were not present today.

Seeing the guilty expression of Chen Jianguo and his wife, Song Qingyun didn't care and said, "Just just after the busy farming, the secretary and the village chief should have gone out to work."

"No, no." Chen Jianguo said: "Gong Zhenxin Secretary Gong is sick and has diabetes. His daughter lives in the city. She is worried that I have just taken her to see a doctor."

"Ah, I'm diabetic, is it serious?"

"It's not serious. It's just that my eyes have cataracts. I'm saying that I need surgery to remove it. I guess I won't be able to come back within ten days and half a month."

Song Qingyun: "Where is Director Liu?"

"That... I have something to go far away and I can't come back in a short time." Speaking of Liu Yonghua, Chen Jianguo stammered.

Song Qingyun was very curious: "What distance does it take? It seems inappropriate for the village chief to not be on duty for a long time?"

According to national policies, the village chief and branch secretary need to receive wages and various benefits. If you throw away the work at hand and go on a long journey, it is a violation of organizational discipline.

Chen Jianguo reached out and held his glasses: "Secretary Song, this matter involves other people's privacy, it's hard to talk about it."

"Since it's privacy, I won't ask." Song Qingyun is not a gossiper and doesn't want to hear it: "However, can you contact the village director? The poverty alleviation campaign has reached its final stage and he can't continue to implement many tasks."

"Yes, yes, I'll contact Liu Yonghua when I come down, but... he is afraid that his phone will not be able to be reached, so I can only try it." Chen Jianguo picked up the pen with a serious look and took notes on his big red notebook.

While eating and chatting, Chen Jianguo respectfully held paper and pen. Song Qingyun said something and wrote a note, which made Comrade Xiao Song very embarrassed. He stopped him several times, but he just refused to listen.

Next to him, Chen Jianguo's wife Gao Chunrong turned her eyes and scolded her man: "What kind of privacy? Hundreds of people in the village know about this matter, and what is there to hide? Who is Secretary Song? He is a college student, that is, Wenquxing in the sky. I don't know what? If you hide it from Secretary Song, it means you are disloyal to the country."

Chen Jianguo: "You can't say it, you can't say it."

"Stop it." Gao Chunrong said: "Liu Yonghua and his wife were so angry that they were beaten up with disagreement. They have been kicked out of the house by his wife Gong Zhu, saying they want to divorce, and they can't go home now. No matter who calls, they just don't answer, and they don't know where they are now."

"ah!"

Song Qingyun was dumbfounded. He felt his head was a little swelling. The village committees of Hongshi Village and the village chief caught fire in the backyard and evaporated in the world. The secretary had a blind cataract and could not come back for a short period of time. How can I do this job?

The train is driven fast, all depends on the locomotive.

Now the front of the car has disappeared and the team has dispersed.

Song Qingyun: "Is Gong Zhu the bamboo flower that runs a convenience store at the entrance of the village?"

Gao Chunrong: "Secretary Song, do you know bamboo flowers too?"

Song Qingyun: "I just met her and I had a little misunderstanding with her on the way."

He didn't hide it, so he roughly told what happened just now, and said: "Chen Wenshu, the street has issued a document and prohibited villagers from striking the market on the road. The villagers did this in violation of the policies, which also had safety risks. Let's visit them later and persuade the villagers."

After hearing this, Gao Chunrong shouted, "Gong Zhu actually blackmailed Secretary Song. She was so bold. She did it on purpose. Humph, this black peony is not a serious person, and it is fierce. No wonder Liu Yonghua wants to divorce her."

"What are you doing to say these nonsense? Don't chew around." Chen Jianguo stood up and said, "Secretary Song, there is no need to be so troublesome to visit. I'll just yell on the radio."

Soon, his voice came from the radio and echoed throughout the Pingba of Hongshi Village.

"Hey...hehe...ah...well, uh...all the villagers have taken care of it, pay attention. I am Chen Jianguo and Chen Wenshu of the village committee, which is Sanfu. Yes, my nickname is Sanfuer..."

Local children will give a bad name, such as "big dog" and "second dog."

Chen Jianguo ranked third in the family, and his parents gave him this name, which means "This is a disaster." The disaster lasts for a thousand years, which is a beautiful vision.

Chen Jianguo: "The city has been repeatedly urging the food in the mechanized farming road, and the ears are driven by cows and mosquitoes. Why don't you listen? Do you have no threshing farm at home? You just want to dry the food on the road? Don't think I don't know what you are thinking, just want to join in the fun and say a few sluts to the young wife next door, and the strong man? Who else is not barefoot, rolling up his trousers legs, and sweat falls to the ground and throwing eight petals? You are all wearing flowery clothes, red lips, and wiping your face like a monkey's butt. Don't you just want someone to take a look at it? If you don't slut, you can't live your life without being slutty? Chen Wenlin, what I'm talking about is you, are you wearing shredded millet and swaying shoes, don't you feel so panicked? Let me see, blow your nose and believe it or not."

"After an hour, the new first secretary will come to check. Everyone will take all the millet home for me immediately, otherwise they will throw feces."

...

In the yard, the wine from the purse of Song Qingyun's mouth squirted out with a "puff".

The work style of grassroots comrades is simple, rough and vulgar.
Chapter completed!