Chapter 177 Blood and Tears Accusation Not long after, a large group of Zhang Xun’s people came in front of Brother Gan and the villagers. When the villagers saw that this matter was really big, they came from the town, and then from the county. There are people coming to the city now. One look at the row of luxury cars and you can tell that they have a lot of background. In fact, anyone with a discerning eye has already noticed that the person walking in the front is Zhang Xun, the secretary of the Municipal Party Committee of Pingyuan City, because he was just I got off the first car with the license plate Dongd00001. Who would dare to use this license plate except the municipal party secretary!
Standing next to Brother Gan, the old patriarch looked at Brother Gan and asked: "Young man, why am I getting more and more desperate? I wasn't even afraid of being shot just now, but now I'm really a little scared. The trouble is getting bigger and bigger." , won’t it destroy our Dawangzhuang?”
"Haha, old patriarch, don't worry. They are officials, not robbers. It's good if we don't destroy them. How can they destroy us?! Besides, they are all acquaintances, it's no big deal... ..." Brother Qian glanced at Zhang Xun and Zhang Xiaoyan behind him and turned back to the old patriarch and replied.
"You mean you know that Big TouTou XiaoTian?" The old patriarch asked with some disbelief as he looked at Zhang Xun who was swarming here.
"Haha, it doesn't count as acquaintance, we have dealt with him before..." Brother Gan said modestly.
After Brother Gan finished speaking, although the old village chief still didn't believe it, he was still shocked in his heart. He kept chanting, "The younger generation is to be feared, the younger generation is to be feared!" because he saw that "big head" seemed to be coming for Brother Gan.
After a while, Zhang Xun came in front of Brother Gan, and Huang Tian and a guard he brought were surrounding Zhang Xun. Secretary Fang Datong and his daughter Zhang Xiaoyan followed closely behind. The most nervous one now was Huang Tian. He was now But he had to be just in case, because when he got off the bus, he saw hundreds of men in black waiting for him not far away, and according to his experience, every one of them was not a bad person, and they all had their own tricks. If anything, Once someone mixes in and stirs up trouble, it will be chaos.
"Haha, Mr. Wang, I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon. Last time you got rid of a moth for our Pingyuan City. It seems that I will have to trouble you again this time..." Zhang Xun smiled and stretched out his arms without losing grace. He took action and said.
"Haha, I'm just a civilian. It's okay to report and report, but to eliminate violence and bring peace and justice, I have to rely on you, Secretary Zhang. Your Secretary Zhang is the real Hai Rui Bao Qingtian!" Brother Gan also said with a smile.
"Hey, it seems that I have let you and the people down again this time, and I have aroused the anger of the people. It seems that I, the municipal party committee secretary, have neglected my duty and failed to understand the public sentiment!" Zhang Xun felt embarrassed after hearing Brother Gan's compliments. He sighed in shame.
"Don't say that to Secretary Zhang. There are more than three million people in Pingyuan City and so many officials. There must be a few black sheep! I can't blame you. If you want to blame them, blame them for hiding too deeply..." Brother Gan originally wanted to ridicule him. Ridiculing him as a thinking secretary, I didn't expect that Zhang Xun would actually laugh at himself. So what else could he say?
"Hey, maybe! Forget it, Mr. Wang. Comrade Liu Ke told me roughly what happened, but I still don't know the specific situation. When I really figure it out, I will give you an explanation. ." Zhang Xun assured.
"Secretary Zhang, you don't want to give me an explanation, but you want to give an explanation to the people of Dawangzhuang Village. They say that the government forces the people to rebel. If it weren't for these bad officials, why would the people live a good life and stay here after eating enough? Stand and fight against the government!" Brother Gan said loudly, glaring at Master Li Tianlai and Wang.
"Yes, the people who are most sorry are our people!" Zhang Xun nodded and sighed, then turned around and walked to the old patriarch, held his skinny and calloused hand and asked kindly: "Old sir, I am from Pingyuan City. Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, my name is Zhang Xun. If you have anything to say, just tell me, and I will definitely provide you with justice for the folks in Dawangzhuang Village!"
"Are you telling the truth?" the old patriarch asked with trembling hands.
"Really, this is what we should do, sir!" Zhang Xun held those hands, as if he had returned to the hand he held when his father was still alive twenty years ago, so cordial and natural.
"Okay! Okay!" The old patriarch held Zhang Xun's hand tightly, and then shouted to a young man behind him: "Er Gou! Bring up all the petitions everyone just wrote!" The voice was deafening, like a bell. It's full of confidence, and it doesn't sound like it comes from an 80-year-old man.
After the old patriarch finished speaking, the young man named Ergou came to the old patriarch with a thick stack of papers and said: "Master, this is the complaint the villagers just wrote. In addition to Wang Dashuai's relatives and brothers, there are more than 300 households in the village. Two hundred and eighty households have written and signed and stamped their signatures..."
The old patriarch picked up the thick stack of lawsuits and said loudly and excitedly to Zhang Xun: "Secretary Zhang, look at this, this is the evidence of a small village secretary who has been preying on the people in the past few years. Although there has been nothing major, he has not died. People, but do you know how many people have been hurt?! This is not a village party secretary, he is not doing practical things for the people, he is simply doing practical things for himself!" After the old patriarch said, he trembled. The stack of paper was handed to Zhang Xun.
Fang Datong looked at it and hurriedly stepped forward to take it, but was stopped by Zhang Xun with a wave of his hand. Zhang Xun raised his hands and carefully took the villager's blood and tears, which weighed a thousand kilograms. He saw every piece of The fonts are all different, and most of them are sloppy like those written by primary school students, but Zhang Xun tried hard to see each word clearly:
"Marshuai Wang said that the superiors came to inspect and had to entertain the leaders. He killed a sheep of my family and said that he is not accompanying me now..." There is a red handprint below.
"Last fall, that son of a bitch, Marshal Wang, kept my subsistence allowance unpaid for almost a year. Every time I asked him, he said it was because the higher authorities hadn't paid it. But everyone in my town and county asked. They say they have all been paid out a long time ago! I still have to rely on this subsistence allowance to pay for my baby’s tuition!” It was signed Wang Jiandang, followed by a blood-red fingerprint.
"Secretary Zhang, I have complained, but no one paid attention to me. There are people above me, so what's the use of filing a complaint? You will have to be arrested by the police station, and you will have to spend money to redeem it in a few days! So there is no choice. It's a shame to be dumb! Look at Xiaodi's father, it was because Dashuai Wang wanted to occupy their family's homestead, and Xiaotian's father didn't agree. What happened? Xiaotian's father was beaten up, and Xiaotian's brother called the police. , but the people from the police station arrested Xiaotian’s father, but the murderer, Marshal Wang, didn’t suffer at all! If Xiaotian hadn’t been a promising kid, his father would have had to endure a lot of hardships in the police station!” Zhang Xunyi said. When Zhang Zhang looked at the prince, the old patriarch pointed to Brother Gan beside him and said.
At this time, Zhang Xun looked at the "pleadings" signed and stamped one by one, which only existed in ancient feudal society, and listened to the bloody and tearful accusations of an eighty-year-old man, the crimes committed by Marshal Wang, and the bright red ones.
The fingerprints stung Zhang Xun's heart. He didn't expect that there were such scum among his men. His hands trembled and he grasped the thick pile of petitions. No, specifically, what he was holding should be the blood and tearful accusations of a village.
Fang Datong, who was standing behind Zhang Xun, looked at Zhang Xun's trembling body and hands and knew that the secretary was really angry this time, because he had been with Zhang Xun for seven or eight years and had never seen him so angry before.