"Comrade Bao Yongnian, building a new socialist countryside is a call from the country. Don't you want to build Baojiazhuang into a new socialist countryside?"

When Zhao Changqi saw that Zong Weiyang stopped talking, he said.

"I think, of course I think, to be honest, I dreamed of building Baojiazhuang into a new socialist countryside, but what I thought was how to build Baozhuang Village into a real new socialist countryside." Bao Yongnian said without hesitation.

"Oh? So according to your understanding, what kind of countryside is the real new socialist countryside?" Zhao Changqi asked with interest. He could judge that Bao Yongnian was the kind of village cadre who was very down-to-earth in doing things, so he wanted to hear his opinion.

"Since County Magistrate Zhao asked this, I would dare to say what I think. I think that if you want to build a new countryside, you must first make everyone familiar with political life, let the villagers care about politics, and our country's construction. Secondly, village cadres should try every means to improve the villagers' economic income and gradually improve the villagers' living standards. Also, they must enrich the villagers' cultural life and enrich the villagers' spiritual life. In any case, in my understanding, if you just plant flowers, plant trees, paint the street houses, and make the countryside look better on the surface, it is not a real new countryside."

When he said these words, Bao Yongnian's face no longer had a look of panic, and instead he was helpless in facing reality.

"Well, the idea is good, but there must be a practical solution. What has Baojiazhuang done for the villagers now?" Zhao Changqi couldn't help but applaud Bao Yongnian, and then asked again.

"Baojiazhuang is introducing a plan of 1,000 acres of vegetable greenhouses, mainly developing green pollution-free vegetable greenhouses. If this plan is successful, I am confident that within three years, the annual income of villagers will triple, and the per capita annual income will reach 20,000 yuan! In addition, the village has been built into a cultural square, and villagers can carry out various cultural and entertainment activities during the slack farming period. In addition, we have opened a night school class for farmers in the village department, and we will hire technicians from the Yulin Agricultural Science and Technology Station to teach you the knowledge of greenhouse vegetables, and there is also "

Bao Yongnian talked freely, and Zhao Changgui kept nodding when he heard it. He couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Just like Bao Yongnian, leading the people in the village to move forward step by step, is the real response to the country's call and building a real socialist new countryside. Like Zong Weiyang, just planting flowers and trees on both sides of the main street of the village and painting the walls. What is the construction of a new countryside? To put it into the words of the people, it is a face-saving project! It is a political achievement project that is carried out to cope with inspections from superiors and to make achievements for certain leaders!

When Zhao Changqi and Bao Yongnian were talking, Zong Weiyang did not interrupt, but just listened quietly. However, he kept thinking in his heart. Is it really wrong to spend huge amounts of money to improve the rural environment?

The group walked and chatted, and soon arrived in front of the yard of Grandma Li, the five-guarantee household.

This is a small farmyard with a total area of ​​less than 100 square meters. The walls of the earthen embryo have already fallen off, revealing the yellowish-bryo inside. There are shallow gullies on the earthen embryo. It was the summer rain that flowed down from the top of the wall.

The top of the wall was covered with half-green and non-yellow dogtail grass, and the ears of all sizes were swaying in the autumn wind, as if telling the decline of this courtyard.

Even such a broken earthen courtyard wall is incomplete. The courtyard wall on the east has collapsed and turned into a mound of soil. A fence woven with corn poles is inserted into the mound, connecting the unfallen courtyard walls on both sides.

If it weren't for a large tree branch that looked like a slingshot fork that had pressed against the South Courtyard Wall, it would have probably collapsed.

There are rows of peanuts that have not been picked under the base of the wall. The semi-dried peanuts are waiting for the owner to pick them from the seedlings and then dry them into the warehouse (Many readers who grew up in cities may not know much about the harvesting process of peanuts, so I will explain it here. To avoid the suspicion of word count, this chapter will be a little longer. I hope all readers will forgive me. After the flowers are ripe, they must be pulled out from the ground first, then pick the peanuts from the seedlings, dry them, and then put them in the warehouse. If the weather is good, the drying process will take about three to four days. During this period, the most fearful period is

It is raining, especially in cloudy days. If you encounter that kind of weather, the peanut seedlings will rot, and the peanut fruits will become moldy and deteriorate. Even if it is mildly moldy, it will not affect the sale, but it is not possible to make seeds. In order to avoid this, many farmers will pull the peanuts out of the field and transport the peanuts with the seedlings back home, dry them in their own yard and on the road outside the yard, which is convenient for picking peanuts and drying them. When it rains suddenly, they can quickly concentrate the dried peanuts and cover them with plastic cloth).

The courtyard wall is not high, only about 1.78 meters. Zhao Changgui can cross the wall without tiptoing and see the peanuts drying in the yard.

The gate of the courtyard is made of thorns and is tied to a door frame made of wooden sticks as thick as a wrist. There are two old hens in the courtyard, cooing and peanuts on the seedlings.

To the south of the yard are three earthen rooms, one door and two windows. The paint on the doors and windows has long been peeled off, and the exposed wood has turned gray-black.

The roof of the house is covered with wheat straw. After years of wind and rain, it has turned black, with a few pinches of new wheat straw occasionally mixed with. I don’t know which kind-hearted person made up for Grandma Li.

Zong Weiyang looked at the dilapidated courtyard in front of him and couldn't help but feel dazed. Although his family was very poor when he was a child, he lived in a tube building. Although it was small, at least he didn't have to worry about the possibility of collapse at any time. But how worried the house in front of him was! It seemed like a strong wind could turn the entire courtyard into a pile of ruins! Zong Weiyang seemed to feel like he was walking into the countryside in the 1960s.

He suddenly felt that his so-called construction of a new countryside was really ridiculous.

Zhao Changgui's face was also a little serious, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Grandma, plant flowers and trees, paint the walls, plant a fart, plant a hanger! With that money, why don't you build a new house for Grandma Li?"

Bao Yongnian pushed open the gate of the thorns and said with a little heartache: "Grandma Li is 83 years old this year. She originally has two sons, but she both died on the battlefield during the Vietnam War. Grandma Li was originally very tough. Although she was old, she could still go to the field to work. But the day before yesterday, she suddenly had a stomachache. She went to the county people's hospital for examination and found that it was a stomach tumor! He should have been hospitalized for treatment, but the county hospital could not squeeze out the bed and even the corridor was not stable. She had no choice but to go home for some drip and conservative treatment. Now she has a stomachache every day. Her peanuts were taken back by the cadres of the village committees. Alas, poor old man has been doing this for the rest of his life."

Bao Yongnian spoke, walked into the yard, pushed the peanuts in the yard to both sides with his feet, opened up a small path in the yard, and then shouted at the door: "Grandma Li, Grandma Li, the county party secretary and county magistrate are here to see you."

There was no response in the room.

"Hmm? What's going on?" Bao Yongnian muttered, with a hint of nervousness on his face. He quickly walked to the door and pushed the door into the room.

Zhao Changqi followed Bao Yongnian without saying anything, but his face became more and more gloomy, and he followed Bao Yongnian into the house.

Although there was plenty of sunshine outside, the room was dark, but Zhao Changqi still saw an old man with sparse hair and gray hair lying on the ground at the foot of the bed without moving.

"Grandma Li! Grandma Li!" Bao Yongnian shouted, ran to Grandma Li, took her into his arms, and then put his hand under Grandma Li's nose. He wanted to explore Grandma Li's breath.

"She is still alive! Hurry up, call an ambulance!" Bao Yongnian said hurriedly.

Zong Weiyang was also a little panicked and quickly took out his cell phone and started to call the hospital's emergency number. Zhao Changqi put his hand on Grandma Li's pulse door.

"County Magistrate Zhao understands traditional Chinese medicine?"

Bao Yongnian saw that the young County Magistrate Zhao actually took the pulse of Grandma Li, so he asked in disbelief. It was hard for him to imagine that a young County Magistrate could understand Chinese medicine. Not only him, but even Zong Weiyang was surprised to see Zhao Changgui's behavior. He never knew that Zhao Changgui could also know Chinese medicine.

"I know a little bit shy." Zhao Changqi said lightly while taking the pulse seriously.

A hint of suspicion appeared on Zhao Changqi's face. After a moment, he asked Bao Yongnian: "You said that the diagnosis of the county hospital, is Grandma Li having a stomach tumor?"

"Yes! The county hospital I went to with Grandma Li personally. The doctor said that Grandma Li's x-ray showed that there was a significant lump in her stomach, which was probably a tumor." Bao Yongnian said quickly.

Zhao Changqi did not speak anymore, but glared at Zong Weiyang fiercely.

Zong Weiyang noticed Zhao Changqi's stern gaze, and he could guess what Zhao Changqi was thinking. If the ward of the county hospital was enough, Grandma Li should be lying in the hospital now, rather than unconscious at home! Zhao Changqi was telling himself with his eyes that expanding the county hospital is more important than having flowers and plants!

Zong Weiyang felt guilty, but he didn't say anything. He just hoped that the hospital's ambulance would come over quickly, and at the same time, he watched Zhao Changqi take the pulse of Grandma Li.

Zhao Changqi quickly finished taking the pulse, then quickly unbuttoned the buttons on Grandma Li's chest, exposed her shriveled chest, took out the golden needle she carried with her, stabbed Grandma Li's chest a few times, and then pinched her Renzhong acupoint with her hands.

Bao Yongnian and Zong Weiyang were surprised to see that Zhao Changgui went down a few times, and Grandma Li actually opened her eyes and woke up slowly!

Bao Yongnian couldn't help but give Zhao Changqi a thumbs up and said, "County Magistrate Zhao, you are so good! He actually saved Grandma Li!"

Zhao Changgui just smiled at Bao Yongnian, put away the golden needle, and then said to Grandma Li kindly: "Grandma Li, I am Zhao Changgui, the magistrate of Pingchuan County. Have you eaten something difficult to digest before?"

Because she was about the age of age and was out of sight, Grandma Li was not overly surprised when she heard that the young man in front of her was the county magistrate. She just recalled and said, "It seems that there is nothing? These days, the cadres of the village committee took turns to take care of me and delivered me food on time. They were all rice buns and other things, and there was nothing difficult to digest."

"This is wrong. Although your pulse is weaker, it is very stable. And the people with tumors are all gray, but your complexion turns pale because of pain. It doesn't look like a tumor patient at all? What's going on?" Zhao Changqi said in confusion.

At this moment, Grandma Li suddenly said, "By the way, I remembered that I ate a lot of soft dates a few days ago, and I heard that that thing is not easy to digest."

"Well, that's right. Grandma Li, don't worry, your disease is probably a misdiagnosis, not a tumor at all. I guess it was because of eating soft dates that are difficult to digest, which condensed into a ball in the stomach and stuck to the gastric mucosa, so you feel extremely painful." Zhao Changgui said while thinking about Grandma Li's pulse.

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