Zhao Changqi was uneasy.

Even more uneasy than him was the secretary Hong Guangwu, who had a green face. If the old lady had become a reality, Pingchuan County would not only become famous in the entire China, but probably the whole world.

Hong Guangwu was about to persuade the old lady to comfort him, and to show his affection and reason with him, and tell him not to do this, but he heard the old man suddenly say to his wife: "Damn old woman, what are you talking about? The farmers in Qionglou Town are all foolish insects. Are we also foolish insects? This is what County Magistrate Zhao is willing to happen now. Although I have never met County Magistrate Zhao, I believe in County Magistrate Zhao's character. When those black-hearted well-driving teams wanted to fool us, who punished them? It was not County Magistrate Zhao. Just these deep wells in our fields are more valuable than our crops. Our farmer has lost her production, and it only takes a year. It will be over and over again. It can starve people to death. But these wells can ensure that we grow good crops for the rest of our lives. If anyone goes to the government and County Magistrate Zhao because of this year's food production, he will make his conscience eat it."

When the old lady saw that her husband was talking a little heavy, she wiped her tears and muttered: "You dead old man, I just said that I didn't really go to surround the county government, why did you get a slut horn wind?"

Zhao Changqi's eyes couldn't help but feel a little wet when he heard the old man's words. He was really glad that there were these reasonable people in Nangong Town. If it weren't for these people, Nangong Town would have been in chaos long ago.

To be fair, in fact, these old farmers in Nangong Town have known that they will have no yield this year since the beginning of autumn. They are all farmers who have planted their crops for life. They can estimate what the crops will grow and what harvest will be in the end. They found that although their corn poles grow very well and have corn cobs, there are no corn kernels on the corn cobs.

This is fatal.

However, these farmers did not block the county government like the farmers in Qionglou Town. There are two main reasons. The first and the biggest reason are that the economic losses of these farmers are not as large as those farmers. The farmers in Qionglou Town, each of whom contracted the farms invested less than 100,000 yuan. Most of them invested more than 200,000 yuan, which was a waste of money. So when they found out that their rabbit had a problem, they were very unstable and were eventually used to do the matter of blocking the county party committee and government and beating the county magistrate Zhao Changqi.

The farmers in Nangong Town suffered a little less economic loss. Their corn income in previous years was about 30,000 yuan, including seed money, fertilizer money, labor money, etc. Since Green New Agriculture rejects pesticides, pesticides saved. Even if the pellets are not harvested this year, they will lose at most. As long as their family has a second income, they will endure it and survive the year.

The second reason why there was no riot in Nangong Town is that the personnel composition of Nangong Town and Qionglou Town are different. The breeders in Qionglou Town have always raised long-haired rabbits before, and are businessmen, and they value interests more. The farmers in Nangong Town are pure farmers, and they value favors more.

In addition to these two reasons, there is another reason. The people of Nangong Town generally have a better impression of Zhao Changqi than Qionglou Town. This is mainly due to the fact that Zhao Changqi and others personally conducted inspections and acceptances in spring. This made the people of Nangong Town see the persistence of Zhao Changqi, the young county magistrate, and also made them understand that County magistrate Zhao really wants to do something for everyone.

Zhao Changgui rubbed his red eyes hard, walked to the old man, grabbed his hand, shook it a few times, and said, "Uncle, I am Zhao Changgui. Thank you for your understanding and support of me, the county government. I, Zhao Changgui, are here to express my opinion. The county government will never let everyone suffer this mute loss in vain. I will definitely give you an explanation."

The old lady who was cutting corn poles not far away heard Zhao Changgui's words and immediately looked at Zhao Changgui with round eyes, and then said in panic: "What did you say? You are Zhao Changgui County Magistrate Zhao. You are really County Magistrate Zhao."

"Auntie, he is really County Mayor Zhao. I am his secretary." Hong Guangwu said with a smile.

"Oh. County Magistrate Zhao, I just said nonsense. That is, I just complain. Don't take it to heart. But don't take it to heart." The old lady said hurriedly.

"Auntie, you just said right. I'm really blamed on this matter. I'm sorry to everyone. I'm sorry to the fellow villagers in Nangong Town. But please don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation. We must not let the fellow villagers suffer. We also hope that the old man and the old man can tell everyone what I just said so that everyone will not be in a hurry. In addition, you two don't have to harvest these corn stalks without sticks by themselves. I will ask the machinery of the town agricultural machinery company to help you harvest." Zhao Changqi said firmly.

"That's so thankful to County Magistrate Zhao. You should say these corn poles are afraid of causing fires when burned. Cutting them is too delayed and I'm exhausted. You can harvest them with a combine harvester and you have to spend money. Alas, I've almost made me worried these days." The old lady said with a smile, as if she had forgotten that their corn had been completely out of stock.

Zhao Changqi sighed in his heart: "This is the common people of Pingchuan County. Even a little help makes them grateful."

Zhao Changqi comforted the old man a few more words, and returned to the car with Hong Guangwu and rushed towards the direction of the Nangong Town Party Office.

In the cornfield, the old lady looked at the direction where the super Hummer disappeared and asked her husband: "Old man, you said that this young man was really the county magistrate just now."

"Nonsense. Of course, I just remembered that I had seen him on TV. Alas, it is not easy to provoke the livelihood of nearly one million people in Pingchuan County at a young age." The old man sighed.

"Old man, County Magistrate Zhao just said that the government will compensate us. Do you think what he said counts?" the old lady asked again.

"Of course."

"How do you know how to count?"

"Just because he is a county magistrate, he has just shook hands with me. I don't know how many county magistrates have experienced in my life, but he is the only county magistrate Zhao who has spoken and shook hands with me. With this, I believe his words." The old man said with a confident look on his face, and while he bent down and began to chop corn stalks.

"You old man, haven't you heard County Magistrate Zhao say? The agricultural machinery company is coming to harvest corn stalks for us for free, so why are you chopping them? Let's go home first and wait for news." The old lady said.

"Oh." The old man put away his sickle, looked up at the endless corn stalk in front of him, and suddenly sighed.

Although Zhao Changqi had promised him just now that the county government would compensate them for their economic losses, the old man still felt sorry for his corn.

Professional farmers have very simple feelings for crops. Their feelings for crops are sometimes difficult for outsiders to understand. When the crops grow well and have a good harvest, they will be happy to sell the crops. But if the crops do not grow well and have no harvest, even if someone will compensate them twice the economic losses, they will still feel sorry for the crops.

This feeling of farmers about crops will extend to food. Sometimes, there is still food left in the pot. They are obviously full, and eating it will be bad for their health. However, they are afraid that the next meal will become bad, so they will still insist on eating the food, even if it is bad for their health.

A saying that farmers often say is: "It's a pity to throw it away, but it's not a pity to eat it." Sometimes they may take medicine and get a drip because they eat a bowl of rotten rice, and the money for the medicine and drip may be much greater than that of the bowl of rotten rice. But they will not calculate the calculation. Even if they do, they may still eat it in the future when they encounter such a situation.

It seems a bit stupid, but who can understand a farmer's feelings for land and food?

Xiao Pinxiang, secretary of Qionglou Town Committee, did not know that Zhao Changqi was coming, so when Zhao Changqi entered his office, he hurriedly stood up to greet Zhao Changqi.

Zhao Changqi didn't say nonsense and said directly: "Comrade Huang Yunguang, call him over and let's talk together."

Xiao Pinxiang did not dare to neglect and quickly called the mayor Huang Yunguang to his office.

After Zhao Changqi saw Huang Yunguang coming, he signaled to his secretary Hong Guangwu. Hong Guangwu immediately placed a plastic bag in his hand on the table.

Xiao Pinxiang and Huang Yunguang looked at Hong Guangwu's actions of dismantling the plastic bags with surprise. After Hong Guangwu untied the plastic bags, they saw that there were actually several sticks inside. Although the sticks were very long, they were very thin. Obviously, there were not a few corn kernels inside.

When Xiao Pinxiang and Huang Yunguang looked at the corn, they immediately knew why Zhao Changqi came. They had known about the extinction of corn in Nangong Town this year, but they did not report it to the higher authorities.

Both of them couldn't help feeling a little nervous, worried that Zhao Changqi would criticize them for this matter, but they thought about it carefully and it seemed that Zhao Changqi was not that kind of person. So their nervous mood relaxed a little.

"Two, you know what happened to the corn production in Nangong Town this year." Zhao Changqi said with a calm face.

"I know. In fact, not only corn has been produced, but soybeans have also been produced. The plant factories in Baojiazhuang have also suffered huge economic losses, and their seeds have all rotted in the culture medium. Alas." Mayor Huang Yunguang said with a sigh.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Zhao Changqi asked.

"Oh. County Magistrate Zhao, what's the use of reporting such a thing to the county? Will the county compensate everyone for the economic losses? That's hundreds of millions. I'll say less. If the county cannot compensate everyone's economic losses, what's the use of reporting it? It's just to add trouble to the county leaders. Lao Huang and I have been thinking about how to appease the emotions of the people for the past two days. We originally planned to put this matter at our level." Xiao Pinxiang sighed and said.

"I'm confused. Can this kind of thing be suppressed... What if everyone is like the breeders in Qionglou Town to surround the county government?" Zhao Changqi said very harshly. Such things cannot be suppressed at all.
Chapter completed!