Song Qingyun didn't know that Director Lu actually valued him very much.

When everyone refused, he, a young man, resolutely went to gnaw the hard bone of Hongshi Village, which was commendable.

What Director Lu didn't know was that the reason why Song Qingyun went there was simply because he didn't like to take office, he just wanted to go to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

After lunch, I wrote down some materials and introduced Wan Xinke's situation and handed over it, Song Qingyun drove back to Hongshi Village.

I will definitely not be able to pass the inspection if I handed over this material, so I have to go to Wan Yue'e to solve it in person.

"Wan Yue'e, I heard you called the hotline. If I have any mistakes at work, you can point them out immediately." Seeing Wan Yue'e and thinking of her arrogant attitude that day, Song Qingyun was so angry that she was no longer afraid.

If you Wan Xinke wants to stick to you and accompany you, I have time anyway.

Song Qingyun has also reviewed himself in the past two days. He was indeed afraid of Wan Xinke last time. But it is useless for you to be afraid. If you avoid things, you won’t look for you?

It seems that I am not responsible. How can I do my work if I continue this time?

Wan Xinke, who is? She has been quarreling with her mother-in-law and neighbors since she got married in Hongshi Village. She has been arguing with her neighbors for more than 30 years and has rich combat experience.

Since Song Qingyun, you are going to argue, please stay with me to the end.

"I just heard that there is 12345 call to the mayor. I'm curious, give it a try."

“Try it?”

"Yes, give it a try. As soon as the phone is connected, I will ask me what I do. Think about it, if I say it's okay, isn't that good? I'm disappointed the enthusiasm of others. After thinking about it, I can only complain to you, Secretary Song. I'm really a little sorry for you." Wan Xinke smiled sarcastically.

Song Qingyun: "What do you mean? I thought about it and could only complain to me. Wan Xinke, you are retaliating against me. Your situation does not meet the standards of poor households at all, and it is impossible to say anything about it."

"Then I'll tell you the truth. I'll fight once every three or five days."

Song Qingyun's head was so big that he was not discouraged: "Wan Yue'e, Comrade Wan, your family is so well-off and has a pension. What should I do if I need this poverty alleviation? It's only 300 yuan a month. Is it necessary? What do you think after you take this money? What do others think? What do people really need help think?"

"You are stupid. Who would think that your money is small? Three hundred yuan a month is enough for our mother and son to live a month's living expenses. Song Qingyun, you are so rich, why do you still earn your salary when you go to work? Let me talk about me?"

"I..." The reason is unreasonable, Song Qingyun had no choice: "Anyway, this matter is not possible. You have to mess around and even detain me here, whatever you want."

"I don't have that spirit to hold you back. Anyway, the country has decided on me. If you don't solve my problem, the Heart-to-Heart Hotline will cause trouble for you. What should I do that hard?"

"You..." It's so unreasonable, Secretary Xiao Song left angrily.

The refrigerator I bought from Qiao An had been delivered to the village committee two days ago and placed in his room.

When Song Qingyun came, he bought two chickens, ten kilograms of beef and ten kilograms of pork. He also had a lot of seasonings, salt, MSG, chicken essence, Lao Ganma, pepper, chili noodles, and soy sauce, which filled the refrigerator.

As for the vegetables I eat on weekdays, just buy them from the villagers.

It’s not difficult to cook rice. Song Qingyun put the rice into the rice cooker and put it in the rice cooker and add water to press the switch.

As for cooking, I'm sorry, I can't do it, so I can only boil it in water and then dip it in Lao Ganma.

He cooked a chicken, cut it into pieces, arranged it, took photos, and prepared to put it in the group in the middle of the night for friends to see.

Just as I was busy, I saw the light with glasses flashing outside, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Song Qingyun shouted angrily: "The rice is just ready, I brought two bottles of wine and Chen Wenshu, why don't we drink some together?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure walked into the house awkwardly.

It was indeed Chen Jianguo. He smiled awkwardly and put a handful of cabbage on the table: "Secretary Song, this is what I planted in my field, I have picked some for you."

Song Qingyun: "Thank you Chen Wenshu, how much is it, I'll transfer it to you."

"No, no, it's not worth much money. Besides, Secretary Song, your wine must be valuable. If you really have to settle the accounts, don't I still have to find a way to make up for it?"

Song Qingyun laughed: "Okay, I'll get your favor."

The two sat together and started chatting.

Chen Jianguo knew that he had left Song Qingyun and escaped in the last time, so that Secretary Song was punched twice, and his face was lost and he did not do anything authentic, so he made profound self-criticism.

Song Qingyun was really annoyed by this guy who was not in a position to take care of him, but three days have passed and he doesn't want to bother with this matter anymore.

Seeing that he looked cramped, Secretary Xiao Song comforted him and said, "Old Chen, you don't need to blame yourself. It is human instinct to seek good fortune and avoid bad luck. I don't care. In the future, everyone should cooperate more at work. If you really encounter any problems, you are not allowed to throw me away from me and block the gun. Don't run too fast, just run faster than me, Song Qingyun. Isn't that selling teammates?

Chen Jianguo's face turned red, and he was busy punishing himself for three cups to cover up his embarrassment.

When Song Qingyun was in college, there were more than a dozen young classmates from the plateau areas. They could drink and were very generous. Every time they ate the night, they would toast him. If you don’t drink, they would laugh and joke, “I think of my brothers, and drink this cup of broken cups.”

After four years, his alcohol tolerance has increased and he often drinks one or two taels of health care.

Hongshi Village is high in height and is cold in spring, autumn and winter. Mountain people like to drink a few sips. Song Qingyun comes here to work, so naturally he cannot avoid the vulgarity.

After drinking a few glasses of wine and chatting for a long time, his resentment towards Chen Jianguo finally disappeared: "Old Chen, don't mention the past. Now the secretary is gone, and the village chief cannot find it for the time being. In theory, if I come to be the first secretary this time, the two committees should hold a meeting to discuss the future work of the village committee and come up with a practical poverty alleviation plan. Now I can only wait until someone is found. As for the moment, you and I will maintain the current situation first."

"That's it, that's it, Secretary Song, you're right." Chen Jianguo drank at least three taels and was a little drunk, but it didn't affect his pen to make records. While writing quickly, he said, "I have called Secretary Gong, and it was her daughter who answered it. He said he still had to rest for a while and would not return to the village for the time being. She couldn't rest. As for Village Chief Liu, the phone still didn't work. Secretary Song, I have a suggestion."

"you say."

Chen Jianguo: "Secretary Song, you have received instructions from your superiors to come to our village to be responsible for poverty alleviation. Now it is the autumn harvest. All the people who work outside the country have returned, and the side jobs on the fields and mountains cannot be done. You have to wait until the millet is dried and put into the warehouse before you can discuss other things. So, it is useless to say that poverty alleviation is useless and everyone has no time. It is better to take advantage of this time and catch other work."

He made a lot of sense. Song Qingyun remembered the situation when he had barbecue with Xiao Shao and Qiao An that night, and felt a move and made a suggestion.

Yes, his main job in Hongshi Village is to targeted poverty alleviation, but don’t forget that he is still the first secretary, and other matters in the village must be taken care of, such as water and electricity safety.

Song Qingyun immediately told Chen Jianguo about his thoughts.

Chen Jianguo looked admired: "Gao, really high."

He smiled and said, "The people who lived a good life in the village built a new house and dug a well a few years ago. There was no problem with water and electricity. But the poor households drank the spring water brought from the mountain, and the wires had aging and had no money to exchange them. Maybe they would die of drinking and electrocution one day. This time, Secretary Song was able to help them solve practical difficulties by checking water and electricity safety issues, and it would be easier to implement the national poverty alleviation policy in the future."

After he said this, Song Qingyun suddenly realized and was very excited.

The two discussed and determined the list, and decided to visit several poor households who had safety accidents in water and electricity tomorrow morning to solve the problem on the spot.

Before I knew it was 10:30 at night, a yellow chicken was left with only bones.

Chen Jianguo and Secretary Xiao Song got along well and returned home happily humming.

His wife Gao Chunrong asked anxiously: "Chen Jianguo, Secretary Song doesn't blame you anymore?"

"No more, no more, no more, who is your man? I won't ask if there are anyone in the village who is better than me? After the dragon gate formation was put down, Secretary Song trusted me very much. This time, the branch secretary Zhen Xinxin and Liu Yonghua were not there. If Secretary Song wants to carry out his work, he has to rely on me. What am I now? We are Secretary Song's senior officer and military advisor, and he can't live without me for a moment." Chen Jianguo burped and was full of complacent.

"You are still proud, it smells so smelly." Gao Chunrong reached out to slap his hand in front of his nose in annoyance.

"What do you know? Do you know what wine we are drinking today? "Wuliangye", one thousand yuan per bottle, how can you drink more? Secretary Song is so rich!" Chen Jianguo smacked his lips, still feeling unsatisfied.

Song Qingyun was poor for more than ten years and suddenly became a demolition household. For a period of time, he retaliated for consumption and bought two boxes of good wine. As a result, he couldn't drink it, so he just threw it under the bed as a collection.

"Okay, okay, go to bed, and you have to dry the millet tomorrow." Gao Chunrong nagged while giving her husband foot wash water: "You have to have a good relationship with Secretary Song. The village committees will soon be changed. Don't be replaced. You are a person who has no labor and can do nothing except talk. If you are unwritten, your family will be dying."

"No, do you know, my confidant? I am Secretary Song's confidant now." After saying that, Chen Jianguo couldn't hold on and tilted his head to the bed.

The snoring sounded shockingly.

...

With a work plan, Song Qingyun got in a good mood. He washed the dishes and sent a photo of the chicken today into the WeChat group.

It is a small group built by several young people from the street who can talk to themselves, mainly for sharing work experience and chatting and spanking.

Young people sleep late, and eleven o'clock in the evening is the time to be active.

I have to say that Song Qingyun’s photos are taken very well, the key is that the phone’s hardware is excellent. “Lika four-photograph, bathroom heater cannot illuminate your beauty.”

The plate of ordinary boiled chicken was made yellow and shiny by him, and it shone with an attractive light.

There was a wail in the group immediately.

"Revenge on society!"

"Eat so well, it's so arrogant."

Qiao An said angrily: "I'm so fat. Song Qingyun, you are poisoning in the middle of the night. Is there still humanity?"

At this time, Director Lu's avatar flashed: "Song Qingyun, are you writing your materials? The hotline is urging you to do it."

Song Qingyun was shocked, who, who brought the leader into this group? Flattery, bastard!
Chapter completed!