Can living people still be suffocated to death by urine?

Through visits to the village some time ago, Song Qingyun roughly learned that in addition to some of the poor households in the village who were elderly and weak, and lost their labor due to illness, disability, they were also more than 30 healthy middle-aged people.

They have eaten so much relief from the country, and they should also contribute to the collective.

The mountain people are simple and kind, and Secretary Xiao Song is still confident in doing mass work.

He now finds Chen Zhonggui: "Old Chen, I have a job I want to send you to do, it looks like five days."

"Zhong." Chen Zhonggui nodded.

"But you don't have any wages and don't make up your meals. After you finish your work, you have to go home and eat yourself."

"I want it."

What a good comrade!

When he won the first battle, Song Qingyun was energetic, but reality gave him a heavy punch.

"What? You need to work on the worker. You don't pay money. Go and go, who will do it if you don't give it?"

"But this is also for everyone's good. Think about it, bringing water, and this year's winter wheat will be expected."

"What are the hopes? We must be poor and we are poor together. Besides, I am not using this water alone. Is there no share? If others don't go, why should I, a poor household, go to work and bully people?"

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"Water is used to plant wheat, what are you planting? The millet is enough to eat every year. It's so cold in winter, isn't it good to roast the fire at home?"

"But it can increase income."

"So what can I do if I increase my income? After the income is increased, I will not meet the standards of poor households." The man looked at Song Qingyun vigilantly: "Secretary Song, don't be fooled and want to take off my hat. If I choose from poor households, I will go to your house for dinner. You keep saying that you want to eliminate the poor people, are you going to eliminate me? It turns out that you are here to slander people, and you are very bad."

Song Qingyun: "It's not what you think."

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"Get out of work? Don't go."

"Brother, please listen to my explanation."

"Nothing can be done without paying money."

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"Why should I repair the irrigation canal?"

"To make more wheat."

“So what if you’re going to get more wheat?”

"Don't you want to get rid of poverty and have a good life?"

"Whether poor or rich, it is a gift from God, and fame and fortune are all passing by. Even if there is a thousand-year iron threshold, you will eventually need a steamed bun." This is a cultured poor household with a light expression on life and death.

Song Qingyun was finally angry and threw a hoe in front of Chen Jianguo: "Chen Wenshu, the basic construction of farmland water conservancy this winter and next spring was decided by the city. We are at a high altitude and the cold weather comes early. In more than a month, it will cool down greatly, and then we will not be able to do anything. Village cadres and village committee cadres take the lead and we will go to dredge the irrigation canal."

Yes, he plans to do it himself, isn't it just a job?

Chen Jianguo is the only one left in the village committee cadres. Now the grassroots organizations are just a formality. Not to mention taking the lead in working, even if a village committee meeting is held, no one will come. He said that we should not delay our work and work, and we should come. We have to make up for the loss and hold a meeting for twenty, otherwise we will not be able to talk.

Chen Jianguo was very anxious. He was not physically strong and did not go to the country any time. He relied on the welfare subsidies of the village committees to live. According to local policies, the branch secretary, village chief and clerk of each village have a monthly salary of more than 1,000 yuan. In addition, he also helped buy pension insurance.

Although the money is not much, fortunately, the spending in the mountains is less, so life is acceptable and you can be proud of it.

Seeing that he refused, Song Qingyun was anxious: "Chen Wenshu, I remind you that the villagers' committee will be replaced this winter. It is obvious that you are not suitable for the position of a clerk. I will report it to my superiors."

He has a big power, which is to scare Chen Wenshu.

But Chen Jianguo believed it and immediately turned pale: "I'll go, can't I go?"

After a busy day, Song Qingyun only mobilized Chen Zhonggui, and the three of them set off with hoes and shovels.

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In front, the three of them left the village, and Huang Ming walked to Gong Zhu's convenience store.

Gong Zhu still smiled: "Huang Erwa, you are here, have lunch? No one plays cards at this time. Come again at 2:00 p.m. By the way, do you have money?"

Huang Ming scratched his head: "No."

Gong Zhu: "Huang Erwa, I open the door to do business here and suppress so many goods. My Qiandao killer is not here. I haven't taken the money home for a long time, and the convenience store is very difficult."

Huang Ming was very angry: "What did you say about these things? I'm not a beggar?"

Gong Zhu smiled and handed over a cigarette: "You smoke, I don't have anything else here, there is cigarette burning and tea drinking. What do you really need at home to come and keep it in your account." It's absolutely impossible to borrow money.

Huang Erwa is just a ruffian. When he borrows money, he says all the good things and lets him repay the money, he is the old man.

Huang Ming suddenly said: "Just just now, I passed by the village committee and happened to hear Song Qingyun and Chen Jianguo talking, saying that they were going to build a canal."

Gong Zhu: "I know this. It's a volunteer and I don't pay any money. If you want to take it, don't think about it."

"If you want the horse to run away without feeding the grass, do you think I'm stupid?" Huang Ming said: "I'm not here for this. I've just eavesdropped on Song Qingyun's conversation. It seems to be related to Brother Yonghua. What's our relationship? Come and tell you quickly."

"Go, who has anything to do with you?" Gong Zhu spitted on him and looked solemn: "What's the matter?"

"It's really important. I'll tell you if you think it's worth it, I'll lend me 400 yuan."

"How can I know if it's worth it if you don't tell me?"

Huang Erwa: "Just just now, Song Qingyun asked Chen Jianguo to work with him. Jianguo refused, so Secretary Song became frustrated and threatened that if he did not agree, he would not let him be the village clerk. From this point of view, Song Qingyun really has this power. He is trying to help poverty on the surface, but in fact he is cultivating his own people. I said, maybe Yonghua will be chosen by him this time. Zhuhua, do you think my news is worth 400 yuan?"

"It's worth a lot."

Huang Ming was angry: "You don't keep your word."

Gong Zhu: "Have I promised to lend you money? Even if you don't tell me about this, I will know sooner or later. Chen Jianguo's official position is not guaranteed, so how can he not tell Gao Chunrong. Gao Chunrong is so big that everyone in the village will know about it at most. Huang Erwa, if you don't drink tea, I'll make a cup for you."

"Drink you, Banban, I don't want to talk to you, a person who has no credit."

"Huang Erwa, who are you scolding? Let's go!"

Huang Ming angrily left the convenience store. There were three days before his wife Guan Li went home, and his daughter and aunt had not paid the school uniform fee. How could he explain this to her?

Finished.

"This time it's a dead ball!"

He grabbed his hair with annoyance again and asked the sky speechlessly.

After Huang Ming left, Gong Zhu's leisurely and faint sarcastic smile were immediately replaced by panic.

I thought to myself: This village committee is indeed going to undergo a major change, and Song Qingyun really wants to cultivate his own power. Where did the man who killed thousands of swords in my family go to? If he doesn't come back, he will be taken away. No, I have to find a way to drive Song Qingyun away...

Even if my own man is not a bastard, he still has to consider everything.

It is for his sake and for this family.

She turned her head and shouted to the old man in the room, "Dad, I'll go out, you can see the store."

Gong Zhu’s father Gong Qing: “Where are you going? I don’t know how to keep a stall. How can I remember the price so much?”

"Don't ask, it's the real thing anyway. If someone comes to buy something and really can't remember the price, just say wait until I come back. When you meet someone who plays mahjong, just make the tea for someone."

After saying that, she rushed to Wanxin Hakka.
Chapter completed!