"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?"
Zhao Changqiang saw that Zong Weiyang stopped talking, so he said.
"Yes, of course I do. To be honest, I have always dreamed of building Baojiazhuang into a new socialist countryside, but what I want to do is how to build Baozhuang Village into a truly new socialist countryside." Bao Yongnian did not hesitate.
said.
"Oh? So according to your understanding, what kind of countryside is the real new socialist countryside?" Zhao Changqiang asked with interest. He could tell that Bao Yongnian was the kind of village cadre who was very down-to-earth in his work, so
Want to hear his opinion.
"Since County Magistrate Zhao asked this, I will boldly express my thoughts. I believe that in order to build a new countryside, we must first make everyone familiar with political life and let villagers care about politics and our country's construction. Secondly, village cadres must
Try every possible means to increase the economic income of the villagers and gradually increase the
The living standards of the villagers, and the cultural life of the villagers must be enriched and the spiritual life of the villagers be enriched. In any case, in my understanding, if we just plant flowers, plant trees, and paint the houses along the streets, the rural areas
It looks nice on the surface, but it’s not a real new countryside.”
When he said these words, the look of panic on Bao Yongnian's face was gone, replaced by helplessness in the face of reality.
"Well, the idea is good, but it requires a practical plan. What has Baojiazhuang done for the villagers now?" Zhao Changqiang couldn't help but applaud Bao Yongnian, and then asked again.
"Baojiazhuang is introducing a thousand-acre vegetable greenhouse plan, mainly developing green and pollution-free vegetable greenhouses. If this plan succeeds, I am confident that within three years, the annual income of villagers will triple, and the per capita annual income will reach
Twenty thousand yuan! In addition, the village has already built
There is a cultural square where villagers can engage in various cultural and recreational activities in their spare time. In addition, we have opened a night school for farmers in the village, and every month we hire technicians from the Yulin Agricultural Science and Technology Station to teach everyone about greenhouse vegetables.
Knowledge, and??????"
Bao Yongnian talked eloquently, and Zhao Changqiang kept nodding as he listened. He couldn't help feeling a little emotional. People like Bao Yongnian who lead the people in the village to move forward step by step are truly responding to the call of the country and building real socialism.
new countryside
, like Zong Weiyang just planted flowers and trees on both sides of the main street in the village, and painted the walls, what kind of new rural construction is it? To paraphrase the common people, it is a face-saving project! It is done to cope with inspections by superiors and to gain political achievements for certain leaders.
Achievements project!
When Zhao Changqiang and Bao Yongnian were talking, Zong Weiyang did not interrupt and just listened quietly. However, he kept thinking in his heart, was it really wrong for him to spend huge sums of money to improve the rural environment?
The group of people walked and chatted, and soon arrived in front of the courtyard of Li ***, a household with five guarantees.
This is a small farmhouse with a total area of less than 100 square meters. The earthen walls of the courtyard have long since fallen off, revealing the yellow-brown soil inside. There are shallow ravines on the soil. It is summer.
Rainwater flows down from the top of the wall.
The top of the wall is covered with green foxtail grass, and its large and small ears are constantly swaying in the autumn wind, which seems to tell the decline of this courtyard.
Even this dilapidated earthen courtyard wall is incomplete. A piece of the east courtyard wall has collapsed and turned into a mound. A fence made of corn stalks is inserted on the mound to connect the remaining courtyard walls on both sides.
If it hadn't been for a large tree branch shaped like a slingshot that held up the south courtyard wall, the south courtyard wall would have collapsed long ago.
Rows of unpicked peanuts are drying under the root of the courtyard wall. The half-dried peanuts are waiting for their owners to pick them from the seedlings and then dry them and put them in the warehouse. (Many readers who grew up in cities may be familiar with the harvest of peanuts.
I don’t quite understand the process, so I’ll explain it a little here.
To avoid compromising the word count, this chapter will be a little long. I hope readers will forgive me. After the peanuts are mature, they should be pulled out from the ground, then picked from the seedlings, dried in the sun, and then stored in the warehouse. If the weather is good, dry them in the sun.
The drying process takes about three to four days. The most terrifying part during this period is
The worst thing is that if it rains, especially on cloudy days, if you encounter that kind of weather, the peanut seedlings will rot, and the peanuts will become moldy and deteriorate. Even if it is slightly moldy, it will not affect sales, but seed production will not work. In order to avoid
When this happens, many farmers convert peanuts into
After pulling them out of the ground, they directly transport the peanuts with the seedlings back home and dry them in their own yard or on the road outside the courtyard gate. This is convenient for picking peanuts and drying them. If it rains suddenly, it is also good.
Quickly collect the dried peanuts and cover them with plastic sheet).
The courtyard wall is not high, only about 1.78 meters. Zhao Changqiang can look over the wall and see the peanuts drying in the courtyard without having to stand on tiptoes.
The courtyard gate is made of wattle sticks and is tied with iron wire to the door frame made of thick wooden sticks. There are two old hens in the yard, cooing and pecking at the peanuts on the seedlings.
Directly south of the courtyard are three adobe houses, with one door and two windows. The paint on the doors and windows has long since peeled off, and the exposed wood has turned gray-black.
The roof of the house is covered with wheat straw. After years of exposure to wind and rain, it has turned black. Occasionally, there are a few handfuls of new wheat straw mixed in. I don’t know who kindhearted people patched it up for Grandma Li.
Zong Weiyang looked at the dilapidated courtyard in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little 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 it collapsing at any time. But what was the house in front of him like?
It's worrying! It's as if a strong wind can turn the entire courtyard into a pile of ruins! Zong Weiyang feels like he has walked into the countryside in the 1960s.
He suddenly felt that his so-called construction of a new countryside was actually a bit ridiculous.
Zhao Changqiang's face was also a little serious, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart: "***, plant flowers and trees, paint the walls, plant them, plant them! With all that money, why don't you build a new house for Grandma Li?
"
As Bao Yongnian pushed open the courtyard door made of thorns, he said with some heartache: "Grandma Li is eighty-three years old this year. She originally had two sons, but they both died on the battlefield during the Vietnam War. Grandma Li's original body bones
He is quite strong. Although he is old, he can still work in the fields. However, he suddenly had a stomachache the day before yesterday and went to the County People's Hospital.
After checking, it turned out to be a gastric tumor! His condition should have been hospitalized, but the county hospital couldn't squeeze out any beds, and even the corridor couldn't accommodate it. He had no choice but to go home and receive intravenous drips for conservative treatment. Now he suffers from stomachache every day.
. Her peanuts were collected for her by the cadres of the two village committees. Alas, the old man will be pitiful for the rest of her life."
As Bao Yongnian spoke, he walked into the yard, pushed the peanuts in the yard to both sides with his feet, opened a path in the yard that could be walked on, and then shouted to the door: "Grandma Li, Grandma Li, Secretary of the County Party Committee
The county magistrate and I have come to see you."
There was no echo in the room.
"Huh? What's going on?" Bao Yongnian murmured, with a trace of nervousness on his face. He walked quickly to the door, opened the door and entered the house.
Zhao Changqiang followed Bao Yongnian without saying a word, but his expression became more and more gloomy, and he followed Bao Yongnian into the house.
Although there was plenty of sunshine outside, it was dark inside the room, but Zhao Changqiang still saw an old man with sparse and gray hair lying motionless on the ground at the foot of the bed.
"Grandma Li! Grandma Li!" Bao Yongnian shouted, running to Grandma Li, taking her into his arms, and then put his hand under Li ***'s nose. He wanted to explore Li*
**breath.
"She's still alive! Quick, call an ambulance!" Bao Yongnian said hurriedly.
Zong Weiyang was also a little panicked, and quickly took out his mobile phone and started calling the hospital's emergency number. Zhao Changqiang put his hand on Li ***'s pulse gate.
“Does County Magistrate Zhao understand Chinese medicine?”
Bao Yongnian saw that the young county magistrate Zhao was actually checking Grandma Li's pulse, so he asked in disbelief. It was hard for him to imagine that a young county magistrate could understand traditional Chinese medicine. Not only him, but also Zong Weiyang saw Zhao Changqiang's pulse
He was surprised by his actions. He never knew that Zhao Changqiang could practice Chinese medicine.
"Ma Ma Hu Hu knows a little bit." Zhao Changqiang said calmly while taking his pulse seriously.
Zhao Changqiang's face soon showed a trace of suspicion. After a moment, he asked Bao Yongnian: "You said the county hospital's diagnosis is that Grandma Li has a stomach tumor?"
"That's right! I personally went to the county hospital with Grandma Li. The doctor said that Li ***'s X-ray showed that there was an obvious mass in the stomach, which was probably a tumor." Bao Yongnian said quickly.
Zhao Changqiang did not speak anymore, but glared at Zong Weiyang fiercely.
Zong Weiyang noticed Zhao Changqiang's stern look, and he could guess what Zhao Changqiang was thinking. If the ward in the county hospital was enough, Grandma Li should be lying in the hospital now instead of comatose at home! Zhao Changqiang is using it
His eyes told him that expanding the county hospital was more important than doing anything fancy!
Zong Weiyang felt guilty, but he didn't say anything. He just hoped that the ambulance from the hospital would come quickly, and at the same time watched Zhao Changqiang take the pulse of Grandma Li.
I saw Zhao Changqiang quickly finished taking the pulse, then quickly unbuttoned Grandma Li's chest, revealing her withered chest, took out the golden needle he carried with him, stabbed Grandma Li's chest a few times, and then used his hands to force
He pinched her vagina a few times.
Bao Yongnian and Zong Weiyang were surprised to see that after several blows of Zhao's spear, Grandma Li opened her eyes and woke up!
Bao Yongnian couldn't help but gave Zhao Changqiang a thumbs up and said: "County Magistrate Zhao, you are really good! You actually saved Grandma Li!"
Zhao Changqiang just smiled at Bao Yongnian, put away the golden needle, and then said kindly to Grandma Li: "Grandma Li, I am Zhao Changqiang, the magistrate of Pingchuan County. Have you eaten anything that is difficult to digest before?"
Probably because she is older and has looked away from everything, when Grandma Li heard that the young man in front of her was actually the county magistrate, she was not overly surprised. She just recalled it and said: "Something that is difficult to digest? There doesn't seem to be any?"
These days, the cadres of the village committee take turns taking care of me and delivering me meals on time. They are all rice, steamed buns and the like, and there is nothing difficult to digest."
"This is wrong. Although your pulse is weaker, it is very stable. And people with tumors have dark complexions, but your complexion has turned pale due to pain. It doesn't look like a tumor patient at all.
?What on earth is going on?" Zhao Changqiang said doubtfully.
At this moment, Grandma Li suddenly said: "By the way, I remembered that I ate a lot of soft dates a few days ago. I heard that they are not easy to digest."
"Well, that's right. Grandma Li, don't worry, your disease is probably a misdiagnosis and is not a tumor at all. I guess it is due to eating soft dates that are not easy to digest, and they condensed into a ball in the stomach and stuck to the stomach.
On the mucous membrane, that's why you feel extremely painful." Zhao Changqiang said while thinking about Mr. Li's pulse condition.