Chapter 326 The three requests before the death of the old party secretary
"Mayor Ye, I'll make a story short. I'm very grateful that you can come to this corner of our village. I haven't seen the mayor come to our village for ten years, and it's hard to see even a deputy. Alas!"
The branch secretary sighed heartbrokenly.
"Old party secretary, we haven't done our job well enough. I'm going to review this. I guarantee that from now on, someone will come to the village every year, at least a deputy mayor." Ye Fan's face heated up and he felt guilty.
"Thank you. I know that as the head of a town, you are in charge of a large town with a population of more than 100,000. It is difficult for you. I heard that the town is building a road recently. It is called 'Linquan Datongmai'. I heard that it is still an asphalt road.
, all the way to our Miaokeng Township. I am very happy, I really want to touch the asphalt road with my own hands! It’s a pity that I can’t see it.”
Just when Feng Jiugong said this, Ye Fan choked up and said, "Old party secretary, you can survive it. I believe you will see our brand new asphalt road. Then I will walk with you." Ye Fan
said.
"Mayor Ye, my first request is if the town can slightly repair the road connecting our village to Miaokeng when paving the asphalt road.
The road is too dilapidated, less than four meters wide. I request the government to dig the road to six meters wide and lay some gravel to make it easier to walk. Otherwise, cars will roll over the mountain every year. Alas! Last year in our village
Suddenly there were five more widows."
The old branch secretary trembled, and when he talked about this, he was so heartbroken that he shed tears.
"Five widows." Ye Fan murmured in a low voice. At this time, the village chief Feng Rengui explained: "Last year, five men died when we climbed down the mountain to make three big three wheels, so there were suddenly more widows in the village.
There were five widows.
Over the past 10 years, it is estimated that there have been about 30 people who have become widows or single husbands due to accidents. The life of those widows who have lost their main labor is even more difficult.
I couldn’t even pay the tuition when I went to school, and there was no money in the village. The old party secretary even donated the 300 yuan salary from the township government every year to the school to buy some school supplies for the children.”
At this moment, a gust of wind blew in, and a figure rushed in crying and stumbling in. He shouted: "Dad! Dad, what's wrong with you?"
With a bang, a tall, muscular man knelt down in front of the old branch secretary's bed.
"Jiuli, you're back. Say hello to Mayor Ye quickly." Feng Jiugong said.
"Who! Who is Mayor Ye? Damn it, they are all a bunch of bullshit officials. Their consciences have been eaten by dogs. The school is about to collapse. Has anyone come to see it? Has anyone paid to repair it? Even if it is repaired, Dad will not
It’s going to be like this.”
Feng Jiuli shouted loudly, fiercely, and a pair of wolf eyes glowed with blood, as if he wanted to bite people.
"I am, young man, please speak slowly if you have anything to say. This is a mistake in our work. I promise that this kind of thing will not happen again in the future." Ye Fan glanced at this reckless young man without any panic.
"You are a fucking bitch, I will fight with you!" Feng Jiuli scolded and stood up, then hit Ye Fan with a fist as big as a casserole.
"Stop Jiuli, do you want to piss me off to death?" Feng Jiugong moved his head and cursed, and a lot of blood came out of his mouth with a porridge.
"Dad!" Feng Jiuli, who had already been hugged, immediately knelt in front of the bed when he saw it.
"Jiuli, my father is dying. From now on, I have to be filial to my mother. Don't blame the town leaders. They have their own difficulties. A town is so big and there are too many things going on in all aspects. Alas, it's just that you haven't found any serious job since you retired.
My father is feeling uneasy when things are going on. Let me tell Mayor Ye the last words." Feng Jiugong tried his best to hum a few words.
Ye Fan's heart moved and he asked the village chief Feng Rengui: "When did the party secretary's son retire from the army?"
"I retired the year before last. Originally, there was an arrangement. Later, the township government said that the staff was seriously overstaffed and there was no way to make arrangements for the time being. They told him to go home and wait.
You're a good guy! I've won several awards in the army. Look, there are just a few of them posted on the wall. It's been almost two years. When I asked, I was told that I have to wait a little longer.
Originally, Jiuli said that he was going to go to the countryside to cause trouble with his blanket, but he was stopped by the old party secretary, saying that he could no longer be messed up by the government.
He also asked Jiuli to take root in Guiling Village and lead everyone to get rich together. It’s a pity that the old party secretary only gave birth to such a son at the age of 40. Alas..."
The village chief, Feng Rengui, was also filled with emotion and felt that there was nothing he could do to help.
"Old Party Secretary, today I will treat Jiuli's matter as a matter of public opinion, and he can go to work in the town tomorrow.
A new 'Village Cadre Management Committee' has been established in the town, let Jiuli go work there!
He is an official official of the state. Don’t worry, I have kept the road widening in Guiling Village in mind. I will definitely do it. If I can’t do it, I, as the mayor, will be incompetent.”
Ye Fan expressed his attitude resolutely, which made Feng Jiu Gong burst into tears again. He grabbed Ye Fan's hand tremblingly and said, "Thank you! Jiuli has caused trouble for the government. His work is a trivial matter.
As a big man, he can make a living wherever he goes.
If Mayor Ye can really arrange him to join the 'Village Cadre Management Committee', I think it would be better to let him return to Guiling Village. If he doesn't lead everyone to get rich, don't let him go back to the town.
Jiuli, kowtow to Mayor Ye quickly, hurry up!" the old branch secretary coughed and shouted.
Seeing that Feng Jiuli was still knelt down and refused to get up, he was so angry that he coughed and cursed: "Evil son, you..."
"Dad, don't worry, can't I kowtow?" Feng Jiuli had no choice but to turn around and kowtow to Ye Fan, but was stopped by Ye Fan.
Said: "Old party secretary, this is what I should do. As long as Jiuli can do his job well, it will be fine, and kowtowing is unnecessary."
But in the end, Feng Jiuli gave him a nod.
"Okay! Okay! Mayor Ye, one last request, I hope you can spend some money to repair the school. Repair... the school..."
The old branch secretary's withered hands dropped softly after trying hard to say the last two words. He kept staring at Ye Fan with his eyes wide open, and no sound came out of his mouth.
Ye Fan knew that the old party secretary had gone away forever, to a distant place, and would never come back.
He yelled: "Old Party Secretary! Old Party Secretary... we can't help you. Don't worry, the school will be repaired tomorrow. It will be repaired. It will be the best school so that all the children can go to school."
Shouting here, the tears on Ye Fan's cheeks flowed down.
"Old party secretary! Old party secretary, it's me, the principal, who failed to live up to his expectations. It's me..." Principal Zhang Jialin beat his chest desperately and cried loudly.
The whole room was immersed in grief. Everyone shouted the old party secretary's name, but unfortunately he could no longer hear him.
Ye Fan stretched out his hand and slowly closed the eyes of the old party secretary, and muttered: "Old party secretary, even if I sell iron, I still have to rebuild Guiling Primary School, rebuild..."
Ye Fan's voice echoed in the room for a long time, floating to nine days away.
Turning to the other party, Ni Mei said: "Immediately inform Director Wang of the Party and Government Office and ask him to call a few more people to come up tomorrow to attend to the funeral of the old party secretary. Also bring new quilts and more beds."
Then he turned to Principal Zhang Jialin and said in a low voice: "How many students are there in Guiling Primary School? How many teachers are there?"
"328 students. 12 teachers, including 6 public teachers, 4 private teachers, and 2 substitute teachers." Zhang Jialin said while choking.
"Well! Chief Feng, how much does a table cost per person?" Ye Fan asked.
"Don't make it too much. Everyone in our village has wooden boards. We can just ask everyone to bring out their own wooden boards and hire a master to make them. We only need to pay some of the master's wages and the cost of painting. It is estimated that 4,000 yuan will be enough to make more than 150 tables and stools."
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"Okay! I'll leave this matter to you. Remember, a new desk for two people, and a new desk for each teacher. If you want money, you can get a voucher and go to Director Fang of the Party and Government Office first.
I will receive 4,000 yuan, and if it is not enough, I will make up for it.”
After making these arrangements, Ye Fan turned to Ni Mei and said: "Give each teacher a new quilt, a good one. Alas! We arrived too late. I decided to visit the school tomorrow and wait.
Let’s talk about it after the old branch secretary sends it to the mountain.”
The husband came to pick a day, and the day for the old party secretary to go up the mountain was chosen at 12 noon the day after tomorrow. Ye Fan decided that after sending the old party secretary up the mountain, he would also use these two days to investigate the conditions of each village in Linquan Town to see if he could find a way
This is a suitable way to make a fortune in rural areas.
Ye Fan told Miao Yong about this on the phone, and he was very supportive.
What happened to the old party secretary this time shocked him very much. He felt that the little injustice he suffered was nothing compared to the old party secretary?
What the old party secretary did was small things, not as big as the things he did. But everything the old party secretary did was very practical, and it was all for everyone, and he never thought about himself.
Rural people have a rule at night, which is to keep vigil for the dead.
The invited gentleman (magic stick) arranged the mourning hall, and hundreds of people came from the village. They sat around and played mahjong for twenty cents each. There were also people playing cards, and the whole yard was very lively.
Ye Fan also played a few rounds at everyone's invitation and lost about ten yuan. He smoked 50-cent cigarettes with the common people, drank a big bowl of home-brewed rice wine, and grilled a big broken iron pot in a prosperous fire cage.
, I was also filled with emotion.
He thought: "Although the people in Guiling Village are poor, they have their own way of entertainment. City people play mahjong for one, five, or even dozens of yuan per penny. But the people in Guiling Village play mahjong for one cent and twenty cents.
It's still very hot.
The whole village would come to help any family if something happened. They ate food grown in the mountains and drank local rice wine, but they never felt how lost they were. They had their own spiritual world...
While playing mahjong with the people, Ye Fan basically understood the situation in this village. The net income of each farmer was only about one hundred yuan. Because the mountains are too high, tea leaves often get hit by frost.
So the harvest is not very good.
There is basically no sideline income in the village. Every family raises pigs. They raise one or two pigs a year and sell them to get some money to exchange for oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, clothes, take care of weddings and weddings, etc. Piao Tian, a registered member of Literature, recommends this work.