After leaving the village committee, Song Qingyun found that the millet had been collected on the road before, and the road was restored to smooth flow.

Obviously, Chen Jianguo's angrily scolding and threats on the radio achieved good results.

Chen Jianguo said that the villagers here are all afraid of power but not virtue, so you have to be tough. The simpler, more crude and vulgar, the better it is.

Although Song Qingyun was a little impressed by Chen Wenshu's work ability, he felt a little uncomfortable. Isn't it okay to tell others the truth? Why do you have to do this?

Alas, I'm really a little scholarly.

Song Qingyun is a young man. When he comes to Hongshi Village, he is just thinking of relaxing his body and mind and finding his life goals. Although he has a little subconscious mind of playing in the world, he still has to do his job well since he has come to his job.

His main task is to help poverty, which means that during his two-year term as the first secretary of the village committee, he will completely eliminate the registered households.

The first job in the village is to first touch all the poor households. Those who meet the conditions should prescribe the right medicine to help them get rid of poverty and become rich. Those who do not meet the conditions should be removed from the hatred and those who have any omissions should be made up.

As mentioned earlier, Hongshi Village has a population of 632 and a permanent population of 448, but there are 85 registered poor households, and the poor population reaches one fifth of the total population, which is astonishingly large.

When she heard this number from Chen Jianguo just now, Song Qingyun buzzed in her head, feeling something was wrong.

In the past two years, the country has implemented a targeted poverty alleviation policy, and the municipal bureaus and departments have sent personnel to help. Not to mention ordinary staff, even regular section-level cadres must go to the front line.

Generally speaking, a staff member of an agency must help two poor households. At most, no more than four households. After all, they still have their own jobs to do and balance the relationships.

Song Qingyun is different from them. He is both a village cadre and the first secretary. Not only should he lead two poor households with blockades, but he also had to completely get rid of poverty in the entire Hongshi Village.

This task is almost impossible to complete.

After walking a few steps in the village, Song Qingyun discovered a strange phenomenon, and there were many young people.

There is a special phenomenon in rural areas nowadays, because the output in the fields is limited. Just planting millet, the total income per mu of land per year is only a few hundred yuan, which cannot meet people's increasing material needs. Therefore, young and middle-aged people go out to work and only go home during festivals.

After making money outside and getting used to modern life, most people choose to buy a house in the city to settle down.

The urbanization process is irreversible.

As a result, only elderly and weak elderly people and left-behind children remained in the countryside, with a smaller and smaller population and gradually becoming deserted.

Some colleagues in Song Qingyun said that in the village he lived in had about 160 people in the 1990s, but now there are only thirteen old men and women left. The land is not farmed, and the houses collapsed because they are uninhabited - this is the hollowing of the countryside corresponding to urbanization.

Unlike the hollowing out of other places, Hongshi Village is very solid.

I saw that those who walked on the road and those who worked in the fields were both in their prime from twenty to fifty years old, and the vitality made Song Qingyun heartbroken.

"Old Chen, what do they do in the village every day? They can't make much money by farming, so why don't they go to the city to work?"

Chen Jianguo: "When you go out to work, can't find a job?"

Song Qingyun Daqi: "How can you not find a job? China is so big, with factories everywhere, and when you go to big cities, there are recruitment advertisements all over the streets. Now the factory is short of people, so you don't need to ask, when people see you are like a migrant worker, they just pull it out. How is it possible?"

Chen Jianguo: "Secretary Song, who are you? College students and officials, not everyone has the same knowledge as you. Otherwise, if they become officials, why should they dig out food from the soil? People leave their hometowns and be humble, and everyone is brave."

"But even if you don't want to go out, you can do side jobs at home. You can increase your income by transporting the local products from the mountains into the city."

Chen Jianguo: "Secretary Song, we have the conditions here. We have to walk more than a hundred miles to get into the city. Just ride a motorcycle. It will take more than three hours to go out at dawn and go home at dark. The money sold is not enough to sell."

Song Qingyun was speechless. In addition to the conservative concept of the villagers, the reason why there are so many poor people in Hongshi Village is related to inconvenient transportation and bad natural conditions. Chen Jianguo's words are correct, not everyone is him, and he knows what the outside world looks like.

Moreover, people become lazy when they are idle. They are used to asking the country for subsidies, and their energy will be gone.

When the sun shines, mahjong with one bargaining chip is played, but life is free of worries.

For example, the first family he and Chen Jianguo went to was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked very strong. As long as he was willing to use his brain and work hard, he would not be as poor as before.

This man is named Chen Zhonggui. His name is noble, but he is so poor that he wears patched clothes. The two tiled houses in his family are almost collapsed and the window glass is broken. He uses a few agricultural films to shelter from the wind and rain.

Chen Zhonggui also has his parents, and now his parents are following his elder brother. He lives alone, and no one cares about him.

He usually stayed at home and slept in and drank wild tea and asked why he didn't go out to work, and replied that he was in poor health and could not do it.

Ask him why he didn't farm. At least your family has three acres of land and a forest. If you have a little snack, how can you earn three or four thousand or four thousand yuan in a year? Wouldn't you get rid of poverty?

Chen Zhonggui looked at Song Qingyun lazily and said, "I am a single man, why do you make money? Even if you don't do anything, the country will give me money and food. Then, why do I have to suffer from this? Isn't that stupid?"

Chen Jianguo: "What's this? Are you talking to your leaders like this? Eat subsidies and food subsidies, and you will know the food subsidies. Honestly, the country has issued a policy to completely eliminate the poor within two years."

"Destroy me?" Chen Zhonggui was nervous: "Don't you send money and stuff in the future?"

"I definitely won't send it. Do you know you're afraid? If you know you're afraid, just accept Secretary Song's leadership." After that, Chen Jianguo asked Song Qingyun with a compliment: "Secretary Song, do you think I'm right?"

Song Qingyun said to Chen Gui kindly: "Don't be afraid of being poor. As long as you have ambition, let's think about it together. Don't worry, there are always more ways than difficulties. I believe that one day you can live a good life."

When he was talking, Chen Jianguo took out his small notebook and started recording. Song Qingyun was too lazy to talk about him.

Chen Zhonggui: "Then I will listen to you, Secretary, but you have to follow me. If you agree, I will listen to you."

Song Qingyun: "You said."

Chen Zhonggui: "Why don't the leader find a partner? I'm forty-three years old and I'm about to die."

Song Qingyun was speechless: "As long as you have a better life, have money and food, and then repair your house, will you be afraid that you will not be able to attract golden phoenixes with the sycamore tree?"

Chen Zhonggui: "That's going to be sent."

Chen Jianguo: "If you listen to your leader, just send me, Secretary Song, are you saying I'm right?"

Song Qingyun didn't dare to speak, for fear that he would ask the small notebook to write it down as soon as he spoke, leaving a solid evidence.

I am a widow, so where did I find a wife for Chen Zhonggui?

Seeing that Chen Zhonggui is so poor and lazy, even a blind man will not marry her.

If other poor households in the village were as lazy as Chen Zhonggui and only knew how to wait and rely on others, this poverty alleviation work would probably not be implemented.

Secretary Xiao Song was a little angry and worried.

The facts proved that he was not worried about it, so he left several poor households. When he heard that it was someone from the top who helped to help the poverty alleviation, the owner's eyes lit up and asked if he wanted to send money and things. Hey, it was time for you to work hard when the autumn harvest was busy with farming. He just cut a few kilograms of meat and bought a box of beer to replenish his energy. Only when he had the strength could he work.

What, I just brought the policy if I didn’t have money?

What is a policy? Do you think of food or drink? Do you want to coax the ghost? Go and go, don’t want to talk to you.

Chen Jianguo became popular and scolded, "Why are you talking to the leader? You are so brave. Do you know who Secretary Song is? The first secretary of our village committee is bigger than the officials of Liu Yonghua and Gong Zhenxin. If you make a fuss, you will be quarreled and asked the militia to tie you up and beat you."

The other party was not afraid and cursed, "What a disaster, you tied me up, I have nothing to do, it's better if you tied me up, anyway, someone will take care of you."

After saying that, he showed no mercy and swept the floor and chased away the guests.

Seeing that the first secretary Song Qingyun was unhappy, Chen Jianguo said flatteringly: "Secretary Song, the villagers have this quality, don't be angry either. If you get angry, your health will be a loss to the village committee and the loss of all villagers."

This flattery was really ugly. Song Qingyun's face was not as thick as that, so she couldn't help rolling her eyes.

In this way, for a whole afternoon, the two of them left seven registered poor households. The weather was hot and the farming season was busy. Seeing that it was not early, Song Qingyun went back to the village committee with Chen Jianguo and prepared to rest.

Chen Jianguo is fat, and his sweaty dizziness spreads under his armpits and vests. His small notebook is also filled with Secretary Xiao Song's instructions. It is probably because the pen he used is of poor quality, and he didn't know when the water leaked, which made his pockets full of ink marks. Unfortunately, the snow-white shirt.

On the way, Song Qingyun saw a shaky blue-tiled wooden house next to him that had been tilted as a whole, and was worried: "Is this the house of that poor household?"

It is completely the scope of responsibility of the first secretary.

Chen Jianguo replied: "This is the ancestral home of the richest man in Hongshi Village. Secretary Song, you want to help the poor but you can't help him."

Song Qingyun asked what was going on. Chen Jianguo said that the owner of this family was Chen Shangding, and there were five heavy trucks under his name for transportation. There were six houses in the city, and millionaires. That is, every year, Qingming Festival, come back to the Spring Festival, and go back to the city after scanning the tomb, and no one cares about the house.

As he was talking, a woman jumped out of the bamboo forest on the roadside and grabbed Song Qingyun: "But you have caught you, don't think of running away!"

This woman is about fifty years old, fat, very fat.

Chen Jianguo is already a fat man, and he is still a little bit behind her.

I saw that the woman's lips were scarlet, her eyes were like copper bells, her face was like blue indigo, and she was as straight as the four heavenly kings in the temple.

Song Qingyun was suddenly controlled by someone, frightened to the point of tightening her scalp and her sweat was also retracted; "Why am I running away? Why am I doing you?"
Chapter completed!