Secretary Zhong drove a car in the unit, a black grocery shopping cart, and a blue self-adhesive label on the door "official vehicle."

Lao Zhong didn't call the driver, he drove it himself.

The car was sunbathed for two hours and it was very stuffy inside, so it was useless to turn on the air conditioner.

Song Qingyun sat in the passenger seat and was tidying up the air conditioner. He was speechless all the way and arrived at the place in about ten minutes.

There were days when Song Qingyun hadn't arrived here, and looked up and found that there was a big change here.

I saw that there had been electric doors at the entrance of the open-plan community in the past, and a movable-mounted room-style doorway was also erected.

There is a table, a chair, and a water dispenser inside.

Residents must swipe their cards when entering and leaving.

The community is very quiet and the noisy vegetable market in the past is impossible to see.

The door was made of an iron door frame, painted with colorful paint, and there was a big sign "Happy Home" on it.

From now on, the No. 6 courtyard of Niujiaoba is a happy home.

The guard was a mighty man, tall and strong, with a black and red face, looking like Qin Qiong Yuchi Gong.

Seeing the car coming, he ran over with a black uniform with a big brim hat and stood attentively and "salute."

Secretary Zhong was amused: "No, not bad, quite regular. I thought I had returned to the army. Comrade, have you ever been a soldier?"

The gatekeeper looked like Shaomin brothers, and his Mandarin was not very fluent, and he replied bluntly: "Report, I have been working for two years and have just transferred to a career."

Song Qingyun smiled and said, "Secretary Zhong, high-end communities are now very formal. You must salute the doors and talk to the owners in accordance with etiquette standards."

Secretary Zhong: "Song Qingyun, you live in a high-end community, you are quite rich."

Song Qingyun hurriedly said, "I am so poor that I can't get rid of the blame. I'll wait for the 10th day to get paid! Why don't you lend me two hundred yuan? At least you can get through these days?"

Secretary Zhong ignored Song Qingyun, who was smiling and said to the gate: "Comrade, I am Zhong Fuming, the secretary of the Party Group of Qianjin Street. Come and see your community today. Please open the door. By the way, where is your resident autonomy group and who are you looking for?"

But the Gate shook his head and said stiffly: "You can't go in."

Song Qingyun jumped out of the car: "The secretary is here to check the work."

The gatekeeper still refused: "It's not okay to go in."

Song Qingyun laughed: "Why are you so aligned? If you can say this, wait, why does it sound so familiar?"

Secretary Zhong: "Song Qingyun, call and find a grid worker."

Gatekeeper: "It's useless to find anyone's land, it's not okay to go in."

Song Qingyun rolled his eyes helplessly. Just as he was about to touch the phone, he saw grid worker Xiao Shi and his group come over from inside and shouting to the gate: "Water falls, water falls, open the door, there is something serious."

The name of the gatekeeper is Shui Luo Xiaohua, which is very unique and literary.

The automatic door was opened. After parking the car, an old man in a well-dressed manner came up to shake hands with Secretary Zhong enthusiastically, and introduced himself that he was Yan Shanhe, the secretary of the Party Branch of Happy Home, and welcomed the leader to come and guide the work.

Secretary Zhong laughed and punched the old man named Yan Shanhe in the shoulder: "What kind of guidance is not guidance? Senior, you are just burying me! I'm always beaten, Gao Yunlin and Lao Gao, why didn't you see anyone?"

Yan Shanhe: "Lao Gao is in poor health recently and is resting at home. It is said that he can't get out of bed anymore. Thank you for your concern."

Secretary Zhong: "Then you have to take good care of yourself. When you reach a certain age, you have to take care of yourself. Song Qingyun, you will go to the street and visit Lao Gao later. Old man is gone, let's go around."

"Okay, secretary." Song Qingyun felt strange in his heart. Shouldn't the secretary of the Party Branch of Xingfu Community be Gao Yunlin? Why has it become Yanshanhe... Wait, this Yanshanhe seems to be not a resident of this community. It's strange. I have to ask Gao Yunlin later. If there is any violation, I have to report to Secretary Zhong.

The group chatted and watched, and soon Song Qingyun figured out the origin of this rock and mountain river.

He was also a soldier and from the southern province.

In the 1980s, he worked as a navy locally.

By the way, this place is already a mountainous area in the southwest, and there are mountains and mountains. How could there be a navy?

It turns out that the local area is a major transportation route, and the navy has an oil depot here. Yanshanhe has been a soldier here for many years, but he knows nothing about the sea.

When he was in the army here, he fell in love with a local girl and settled down. Didn’t he say “blood-stained style” back then? Although Lao Yan did not go to the front line, he also made contributions to the country. In addition, he was handsome and loved by the girls.

Yanshanhe made contributions and promoted his career. He transferred to work in a local unit and retired.

The word "Yan" in this dialect reads "Ying."

So Lao Yan became an old man, and was scolded by his beautiful wife for the rest of her life, and enjoyed it.

Yan Shanhe and Secretary Zhong are both military members, so Lao Zhong wants to call him "Senior".

Because they are all demobilized cadres, they automatically become reserves. The two of them used to participate in activities together, including reserve training, etc., old buddy.

The two of them took big steps in front, and the poor people following behind were chasing them hard.

I have to say that the rectification of Xingfu Home this time has been done well.

Lao Zhi reported that after he was elected as the branch secretary, he planned to establish an owners' committee, convene a meeting of owners, and discuss the establishment of a resident autonomous group to manage the community. However, the staff in this community are complicated, and many people go out early and come back late, so they can't find anyone at all. Moreover, the rectification task is tight, and the matter of the committee holding a meeting does not meet the actual conditions.

So, what should I do?

He organized all the party members of the party branch to prepare a good opinion collection form, knocked on the door of each resident, asked them to write their opinions and suggestions on the form, and vigorously carried out the "I will protect my home" publicity activity. Party members and comrades who do not understand the households, publicized over and over again, explained the pros and cons, and analyzed the pros and cons.

After a week of household investigation and visits and publicity, the vast majority of 321 households agreed to establish a resident autonomy group.

Hearing this, Song Qingyun was shocked and interrupted: "Lao Yan, you have visited 321 households in one week. It's amazing!"

In his opinion, it would take only one month for so many families to enter households one by one without being able to hold a meeting of owners.

Because someone may not be there when you come to your door, and even if you are there, you may not be able to listen to your publicity. Even if you listen, you may not be as close as you.

It's really amazing to be beaten.

Secretary Zhong shouted: "We are all military members. Military people pay attention to being decisive and decisive. Do whatever you say. Don't think that everyone is you. Song Qingyun, it has been more than a month since you went to Hongshi Village. I asked you, has the party branch meeting been held and the villagers' meeting been held? Follow us and learn from the old man."

After being scolded by him, Song Qingyun was a little embarrassed and touched her nose and closed her mouth.

In addition to setting up access controls, setting up signs, and repairing walls in the community, the environment inside has also changed drastically.

The biggest change is that the ground is clean.

In the past, there was a vegetable market from morning to night, with fruit peels and leaves thrown around. The weather was hot and rotten and smelling very bad.

The most terrifying thing is that some time ago, two fish-killers set up the stall in, killing it so hard that blood was covered with sewage. Flies gathered when they smelled the smell, buzzing and black like bombers attacking Pearl Harbor.

Now, the ground is cleaned and washed with water. The garbage pool that used to be dirty like a cesspool has also been knocked out and replaced with a new garbage can.

Lao Yan introduced that the community's sanitation was cleaned by him and the members of the party group. The next step was to hand it over to the gate post, which was cleaned every day. The community hired six gate posts to be on duty for 24 hours.

Secretary Zhong asked how to deal with the fee issue.

Lao Yan said that the charging standards for properties in other communities are calculated based on the use area of ​​the house. There are many residents in Xingfu Home, and there is no way to count them, so they are charged according to households. Each household is 50 yuan per month, and more than 300 households are more than 10,000 yuan per month, which is enough for various expenses. The accounts will be made public every month, and those that have not been used up by the end of the year will be deducted part of the maintenance fund and returned to the owners.

In addition, the community has also drawn parking spaces, each company is limited to parking for one car, and a parking fee of 20 yuan per month.

Secretary Zhong is used to doing grassroots work. He asked if the people understood the fees when charging, and he did not encounter any resistance.

In the past, everything was free, so some people would definitely not want to pay the money. After all, the economic conditions and ideas of each company are different, which requires party members to patiently do ideological work.

When the people saw that the environment in the community had indeed improved, they all understood it and said that the money was worth spending.

As he was talking, Wu Shen drove over and parked in the parking space next to the group.

At this time, Secretary Zhong was asking Yan Shanhe: "I've been told, I heard that the public security situation here was not very good before, how are you doing now?"

Wu Shen interrupted: "I caught a thief last night and sent it to the police station. Hey, that eye-opening thing hit me. The last time I stole Lao Wang's bonsai, I also let the teapot go away. Lao Wang cried so miserably."

Song Qingyun knew about what he said that Lao Wang was next to Gao Yunlin.

Lao Wang likes to plant flowers, and Gao Yunlin also likes to raise them. Both of them set up bonsai at the door. Usually, they all hold teacups and sit at the door while watching the flowers.

Last time his flower was stolen, he just stole it and even held the tea jar and the sheep.

Lao Wang's tea jar is ordinary, white porcelain, and it is not worth much, but it has been in his hands for ten years.

Old tea shoppers like him like to raise cups.

So, what is raising a cup?

It means that after using the tea cup for a long time, a layer of tea stain will accumulate, which looks quite disgusting. Most people will brush it off with a toothbrush, but Lao Wang doesn't.

Over time, over ten years, the tea stain is as thick as copper plates. Even if you don’t put tea leaves, boiled water will smell, which is one of his bad tastes.

The teacup was stolen and ten years of hard work were ruined. Lao Wang cried so much that he went to get a drip.

When Wu Shen said that he had caught the thief, Song Qingyun was shocked and quickly interrupted him: "Don't talk nonsense."

Wu Shen rolled his eyes: "I didn't hit anyone, I'm very civilized, why are you nervous?"
Chapter completed!