Grassroots work emphasizes a real thing. The people do not understand any major principles. They only want to know information closely related to their lives. The spirit of arranging work and publishing is the same. You said that the provinces and cities have issued documents on studying higher-level party and government organs. Will the people be interested?

Mu Jun found a breakthrough point. Fire prevention and family planning are both old-fashioned talk. He has to listen to it several times a year. To put it bluntly, some villagers can recite it. How could they put down mahjong plaques and wine cups in a cold weather to listen to you? I was poor and yelled.

The earth was destroyed, and this breakthrough point suddenly hit the villagers' confusion between knowledge and superstition. Looking at Mu Jun's confident look, he couldn't help but believe it a little. Old Huang took the opportunity to take out the style of the village party secretary and give orders. The people in the house started to move and started shouting in the village noisy, and the Zhang family's Li family shouted.

More than twenty minutes later, thirty-four people gathered at the village committee. Calculated by the number of representatives of each household and one person, more than 80% of them arrived. Mu Jun knew that some things were not forced. It was the bottom line that you did it so that they could come on their own initiative.

Standing behind the table, Mu Jun looked at the curious and puzzled gaze below, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, recalling the seminar of the joint project of 12 universities in Shanghai, Comrade Xiao Mu waved his hand and realized the style of the leader of the joint group emerged from his body.

Will I retreat when I encounter difficulties? No, I will choose to move forward bravely and push down the difficult walls. Such simple cheeks are full of confused eyes. Can I restore their eyes to their brightness?

He coughed heavily, and Mu Jun spoke in the moment when everyone subconsciously calmed down.

According to the classics, we first talk about the source of the so-called prophecy of the destruction of the earth. We interspersed the mistakes and omissions that were obviously inconsistent with common sense in the prophecy, and introduced scientific knowledge into it. We took out some academic vocabulary that the villagers were not sure but could hear, such as the analytical theory of scholars at all levels where nuclear weapons could not break out. This is called theory supplemented with practical data. The people recognize this. Although they do not understand these professional terms, the percentage ratios and accurate numbers subconsciously left an impression in their minds. What Xiao Mu said was correct, otherwise there would be so many accurate numbers?

As he was talking, when everyone was intrigued, Mu Jun interspersed some vivid and attractive stories, using the absurdity of the story to allude to confuse the so-called prophetic slander, which immediately mobilized the enthusiasm of the villagers.

The water has also started. What should we do if we have tea? Then the earth is really destroyed. Where can we find me?" Mu Jun paused and many villagers below nodded.

"I only say one thing. Everyone is half-believing and half-doubting about the so-called prophecy. Otherwise, everyone would not need to buy seeds and plant land. There is only less than a year left. What land should they plant? Just play with it casually. I think everyone is willing to believe in the accuracy of science explaining everything. On behalf of the village, I tell you, believe in us, believe in the disdain of superstition by the scientists in our country. If you don't believe me, I must believe in the country. October and October 1st are the big day of the 50th anniversary of the founding of our country. On that day, I believe that the country will tell everyone in an unparalleled way that we should not believe in those illusory and unfounded words."

"Well said, I think I can say this on behalf of the village. Comrade Mu Jun expressed the voices of many of us and was superstitious. We ordinary people are not the ignorant people in the past. Now we can't do it if we want to confuse us with some irrelevant things." A crisp applause rang out, and the crowd separated, and the strong man walked in. He was thirty-six or seven years old, with a majestic, thick eyebrows and wide mouth, strong facial features, strong body and strong figure. Mu Jun recognized it at a glance. It was Zhang Dahai, the township head who was not often in the village, a transferred cadre who came out of the army.

"Captain Zhang, you are here."

"Captain Zhang, you can get my house to go today. You agreed to it last time. You have to go to my house to drink, but you can't keep your word."

"Captain Zhang, go to my house. My son-in-law brought me some chewy fruits outside, and I'll keep them all for you."

"Captain Zhang..."

Mu Jun was stunned. He didn't think this was a scene that appeared because of his official position. He was neither lukewarm nor warm to himself, but he was as enthusiastic as welcoming his family for the arrival of the village head Zhang Dahai. It was definitely not because of the identity of the village head, so what was it?

"Guard Zhang, the medicinal materials dealer you contacted has come and inspected it. I am very satisfied with our place. If it really happens, the village chief, you are the great benefactor of our Qingtang Village."

"Lao Liu, don't fart, if you don't buy the medicinal materials, Township Mayor Zhang is not our benefactor." Someone immediately questioned the person in front, and the person who spoke before, smiled and scratched his head in the eyes of everyone who was eating people.

"Lao Huang, go to your house to have a meal." After Zhang Dahai greeted many villagers, he said to Lao Huang without hesitation.

"Okay, okay! Old woman, go back with my daughter-in-law and get the peppers I hang on. The village chief likes to eat spicy food." Old Huang's smile was joyful. He stood out from the crowd and was able to invite the village chief to a meal. It seemed to be honor, not the result of a levy.

"No, Township Mayor Zhang goes to my house and ask my wife to stew a chicken for you to replenish it."

"Minister Zhang went to my house and the meat was stewed in the pot. It was not specially arranged. The family's harvest was good this year. You have to try the newly killed New Year pig."

Zhang Dahai smiled cheerfully and waved his hands. The house quickly calmed down: "I appreciate everyone's kindness. When our village is really rich, I will definitely go to eat from house to house. Now, I hope everyone will support the work of the youngest cadres in our village, take a good look at the brochures, and help deliver them to those who have not come. It's a cold day, our Comrade Xiao Mu hasn't eaten yet. Don't tell anyone to say that our Qingtang Village is neglecting the cadres? Let's go, Xiao Mu, go with me to the Huangzhi Zhu's house for dinner. Don't worry, each person's standard of 3.5 yuan will not be in vain."

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Mu Jun saw Zhang Dahai's foundation among the masses, and his calmness and closeness were definitely not pretended. Everyone sincerely recognized the township chief. When Zhang Dahai called, Lao Huang told Mu Jun that the township chief had only been in office for more than half a year, and almost all had traveled to the villages below to help everyone find ways to get rich. As soon as autumn came, he introduced medicinal materials buyers. In addition to agricultural land, some land suitable for growing medicinal materials, everyone has planted some of them and sold them for many years, barely making some spare money. Now with sales, villagers can earn 20,000 yuan per year. Such a cadre who is really working for the people, let alone anything else, our Qingtang Village really supports him.

During the meal, Mu Jun saw Zhang Dahai's generousness and the heroic spirit trained by the troops. He stir-fried a pot of beef with the red dried peppers, and the peppers were crunchy and bitten it. He tasted it and drank several large bowls of water in succession.

As for wine, it seems that I know Zhang Dahai’s temper. Lao Huang didn’t make any arrangements at all. It’s afternoon. It’s normal to drink some wine, but Lao Huang seems to be very clear.

As expected, after the meal, Zhang Dahai took the initiative to ask Mu Jun if he wanted to continue running. After receiving a positive answer, he took Mu Jun to the next Shangjing Village with his car. As for the motorcycle, Lao Huang patted his chest and said that he would send it back to the village, so that Mu Jun could rest assured.

Zhang Dahai didn't give Mu Jun the chance to refuse, so he pulled him away from Qingtang Village. The car was on the road, and the huge difference between jeep and motorcycle was immediately revealed. The driver was a very young man, two years younger than Mu Jun, and a soldier who just recovered this year.

The next five consecutive days of "journey" completely allowed Mu Jun to see the image of a village chief who was very popular among the people. He went to see each village and to express his condolences to him. Later, it became like he was sending Mu Jun to his hometown. At night, he slept at his fellow villagers' house for a night, and then he got up and continued to go to the next village. He completed the village south of Dakou Township in five days, and completed most of Mu Jun's work.

As an exception, on the evening of the fifth day, Zhang Dahai drank wine in a village. It was obvious that he had a good alcohol tolerance. After two bowls of white wine, there was no change except for his flushing face. The return journey was to return to the countryside. He got off the bus and released water. He stood on the mountain bag. Taking advantage of the starry night light and the condescending lights of thousands of households, Zhang Dahai took out a cigarette and lit one, and handed it to Mu Jun, who was also ventilated. He pointed to the lights from a distance and suddenly said: "I am a soldier. I can't get rid of the temperament of a soldier until now. As the head of the township, I am not qualified. I do not have the ability to help the people of the whole town change their current life. All I can do is give them a hope. As for how long this hope can last, I don't know."

Mu Jun also drank some wine. If Liu Guang, Hu Jiumei, Liu Ziqi and others left some haze for his first stop in his life struggle, then the past five days of getting along with Zhang Dahai will make him no longer confused and will no longer ask whether he can.
Chapter completed!