Wang Shigen, the principal of Ling Primary School, has been persuading Ye Ji not to stay in the building. He said with a smile: "You guys can persist in class for so long, and I won't dare to leave once? Your fate is not the same as mine."
of gold."
All the teachers gathered together in the simple office upstairs to meet.
Ye Fan gave each teacher a set of new quilts and retractable automatic umbrellas that Wang Yuancheng specially asked Du Peng to send.
"Thank you! Thank you, Mayor Ye, for your concern for our Guiling Village Primary School. To be honest, our Guiling Village Primary School has never seen a township leader come to sit here in the past five or six years. You are the first one willing to come here to sit down.
Town leaders.”
The principal of the school, Wang Shigen, said excitedly, with a vibrato in his words. Every teacher hugged the silk quilt and was so moved that one female teacher secretly shed tears.
Ye Fan also felt a pang of sadness in his heart, and asked: "Hello, teachers, you have worked hard. It is our work that has not been done properly. It makes everyone worry about the work in such a dilapidated building that is about to collapse.
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Have you paid your wages in full? If you have something to say, don’t worry about anything. There is no need to save any face for our town. I want to hear what you have to say."
"I received my full salary this month, but I still haven't received half of my salary for the first three months." A white-haired teacher said with some trembling. It seemed that he was still worried about offending the town leaders.
"Principal Zhang, are there many cases like this?" Ye Fan turned to ask Zhang Jialin, the principal of the school district who was sitting next to him.
"Alas! Because of Hezhen, the teachers in the original Linquan town got back all their back wages, while nearly 200 teachers in Miaokeng were owed three months.
They only receive half of it every month, and each person owes about RMB 80,000. In total, the teachers from Jinmingyuan Miaokeng owe about RMB 80,000.
This matter has been dragging on for a long time. I also asked the then Mayor Cai and the later Mayor Miao many times, and they said that Miaokeng has not yet been integrated into the town. Of course, the salary belongs to Miaokeng."
Zhang Jialin said with some embarrassment.
"What did Mayor Qu of Miaokeng say at that time?" Ye Fan was a little angry and his tone was much heavier.
"What do you say? She said that our Miaokeng will be merged into Linquan Town soon, and we will have to ask the mayor of Linquan Town for salary replacement in the future.
So she was also delaying, and later we went to Lin Quan to ask, and Lin Quan said that the temple had not been completed yet. You push me and I push you, and now we don’t know how to go back this year."
Principal Wang Tugen also risked his life. When the old party secretary died, he was very angry, so he said bluntly, "I have told the then head of Miaokeng Township Qu many times about the issues that are about to happen to this school. She said that the villagers
No money.
It was a newly built building and the contractor was making trouble all day long. He asked us to hold on a little longer. Later, when we went there many times, we got annoyed and simply hid. If we couldn't avoid it, we would get angry.
We were under the supervision of the Education Bureau, and they asked us to go to the county to ask for money from the Education Bureau. At that time, the old party secretary was so angry that he even went to the countryside to make trouble with a shabby quilt on his back, but he only got a few hundred yuan.
When we went to the county to cause trouble, comrades from the Education Bureau said that all the education funds allocated to Miaokeng this year had gone to the township and school district, and no more funds had been allocated, and they asked us to go back to our hometowns to ask for it.
The township also asked us to go to the county to ask for it, but it was all nonsense. We didn’t get a cent of the money, but the fare cost us a lot. Up to now, the invoice is still a pile of blank paper, and there is no money.”
"Mayor Ye, what's going on in Hezhen? I'm totally confused. In the past, Miaokeng Township couldn't push away things that didn't exist in Hezhen's former Miaokeng. Now, now Yihe Town's backmiaokeng is pushing Lin Quan, and Lin Quan is pushing Miaokeng.
.In the end, no one cares.
We have to eat to celebrate the New Year, otherwise how can we live this day. We all hope that Mayor Ye can solve everyone’s food problem, as well as this school. The old party secretary is dead, we can’t afford to die anymore, alas.”
The white-haired old teacher became angry. When he talked about the death of the old party secretary, he felt heartbroken and burst into tears. He sighed: "The old party secretary was a good man. I have never seen such a good village cadre."
He used all the subsidies given to him by the township every year to give to the school. Seeing the dilapidated building crumbling in the wind, he sighed dozens of times a day.
This time it’s really not possible, so we mobilized everyone to dig out the earthen walls and demolish the buildings. Then if the government doesn’t care, we will collectively petition.”
"The old party secretary was a cadre of the party, a good cadre. I am also very sad about his passing. We, Mingyu, will demolish this building and build a two-story brick building for you.
You don’t have to worry about the supplementary wages that should be paid to you. I’ll give you the extra wages before the end of the year. If you can’t get the money by the end of the lunar calendar, you can come to my house for dinner. That’s it.”
Ye Fan arranged the school affairs vigorously and resolutely, and turned to Zhang Jialin and asked: "When will the children have a quiet holiday?" "The books have been taught, and after reviewing and taking the exam in a few days, they can have a holiday." Zhang Jialin said.
"Forget about taking exams. Let's just have a closed-end class today and arrange work for the next semester. You happen to be here to tell everyone. Safety is the top priority in everything," Ye Fan said.
Turning around, he said to Village Chief Feng: "You can arrange the construction of the school. As you know, the town also has difficulties. Money is needed in all aspects. I hope that the villagers will provide some white labor per head, and everyone will work together to build the school."
Built.”
Then she said to Fang Ni Mei: "First prepare a start-up capital of 10,000 yuan for Village Chief Feng, and we owe other things such as the wages of the carpenters and masonry masters first. Principal Zhang, I hope you can also go to the county and get more money."
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"Mayor Ye, I will go to the county tomorrow. If I can't get the money, Zhang Jialin will have no shame in coming back." Zhang Jialin was also choked up in his words.
In fact, his brother-in-law Zhang Xinhui was promoted to the director of the county party committee office last night, and it should be no problem to get more than 100,000 yuan. However, Zhang Xinhui hasn't told him yet, and Du Peng, who arrived at midnight last night, didn't know the news either.
This morning the telephone line from Guiling to Miaokeng was disconnected, and there was no signal in Ye Fan's place, so Ye Fan, a stupid person, still didn't know about the major personnel changes in the county.
Otherwise, my butt would have been burnt long ago, so I wouldn’t have the time to do research here and pay homage to the old party secretary.
After the school affairs were arranged, Ye Fan took the consolation money, which was a red envelope of 100 yuan, to visit the lonely elderly people in the village, as well as the widowed single husband whose husband or wife died because of a car rollover on the road.
Ye Fan felt his eyes light up when he visited a woman nicknamed "Pretty Widow."
Tingfeng Village Chief introduced, "The pretty widow, whose real name is Zhu Qiaodou, is just over 10 years old this year. She married Yang Hongjin when she was 20 years old. However, I heard that Yang Hongjin was injured a few years ago and could not have children, so she gave birth to a 4-year-old boy."
little girl.
Yang Hongjin used to drive a three-wheeler, and his life was pretty good. In February last year, he was offered free books to the students of the Republic of China. At that time, a trickster hit him in the car, and both of them fell to death.
There are two other elderly people in Yang Hongjin's family who are often sick. Now the burden of the whole family falls entirely on the shoulders of the daughter-in-law, the "Queen Widow." In addition, they also paid more than 30,000 yuan in compensation to the hitchhiker in Miaokeng.
I have a debt of more than 10,000 yuan, so my life is very tight this year."
The house leaked because of the continuous rain, and it was June today. "The pretty widow went to the mountain to chop firewood. She squatted on the ground and planted the firewood with a front pole, and when she was trying to pick up the load, she twisted her waist like that.
The strange thing is that the waist cannot be cured from then on. The county doctor also saw it and took X-rays, and they said that there was no problem with the bones. The waist was a little swollen at the time. It was cured after taking medicine.
It’s just that the waist can’t be used hard and it hurts so much that it hurts. It’s still very difficult to walk normally. If the force is a little higher, the waist will hurt. I heard the pretty widow said that the pain is so boring that it feels like there is an iron lump pressing on the chest.
generally.
The pretty widow has now lost her ability to work. The two elders of the Yang family have to support themselves again, which is troublesome. In the past six months, the villagers have borrowed a little bit from here and there to live. Mayor Ye, if the town has money, I hope you can give more.
Give her some relief money, but everyone can't stand it.
When we walked into the pretty widow's two-story wooden building, it would be an understatement to describe it as horrific. On the first floor downstairs, there were ten stoves, a square table made of wooden boards, four stools, and several thick vats.
It is probably used to hold rice and water.
At this time, a woman slowly came down from upstairs. Ye Fan suddenly felt his eyes light up, and thought to himself: "I didn't expect to see such a unique village woman in Guiling. The pretty widow is really "pretty"
This woman's hair was carefully pulled back, with a handful of light yellow bamboo or wooden oaths inserted into it. Her eyebrows were like curved willows, and her face looked as if it had been powdered even though it wasn't lightly powdered.
He wears a pair of off-white coarse trousers on his lower body. They look like they are soft and fluttery, but they are not actually thin, they just feel thin.
The upper body is an open-collared shirt, which is old but very decent. The trousers, although old, are very tight. They hug her round buttocks that are unique to a newlywed young woman, and the outline of the underwear inside can be seen even if they are blurred.
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The clothes were probably bought by her former bastard husband. They made her bulges look tight and round, very measured and ready to come out. When she bent down to put the tea cup, her deep cleavage was looming, which was very sexy.
Fascinating thoughts.
Ye Fan used the eagle eye technique to observe the woman carefully for a while. He found that her complexion was okay. If it was really the disease that occurred when she squatted down at that time, it must be that the qi and blood had blocked the meridians, causing the qi and blood to be sluggish, so she was exhausted as soon as she exerted force.
The pain will be unbearable.
This kind of micro-disease related to meridians cannot be photographed even with a light machine, so the hospital says it is normal.
It is estimated that as long as I am willing to use the "Qianyuan Golden Needle Technique" recorded in "Bian Que's Notes", give her a few needles to activate blood circulation and unblock meridians, and then moisturize her with the internal energy, she will be able to move freely. It is not particularly difficult.
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But Ye Fan didn't feel comfortable asking about this. He wanted to take her pulse but was afraid of causing any misunderstanding and becoming the target of public criticism. People's words are terrible, and the widow has a lot of things to do!
Officials are most afraid of this, as it affects their future. Of course, officials also like this the most. They all act in secret, without anyone noticing.
After being exposed, he could only sigh that his life was bad and unlucky. Besides, Ye Fan didn't want to expose the golden needle technique to the public casually.
Therefore, this treatment is a troublesome matter. If a family like this loses the hard work of the pretty widow, it will be impossible to rely on other people's relief for a long time. We must help her and find some way.
It was already noon after walking around. After lunch, Ye Fan went for a walk in the mountains. He found that this place was truly a paradise.
The gurgling stream is as clear as water, and small colorful fish swim freely in the small pools. The mountains are covered with dense trees, and there are many ancient trees where several people can hug each other.
"It's a pity that none of these can bring income to the villagers. Accompanied by Village Chief Feng, I walked a few miles around the village. I felt my eyelids jump. After walking a few steps, I was overjoyed. I actually discovered "the sky" here.
Ear spirit.
I originally thought it was only available in Tianshui Bazi, but I didn't expect it to be found in Guiling Village. This may be a good thing that can increase the income of the villagers.
Pointing at the Tian'er Lingcao with his finger, he asked casually: "Village Chief Feng, is this kind of grass common in your Guiling Village?"
"There are a lot of them everywhere. Especially around the Niujiao Pond on the mountain. This kind of grass is picked and dried and then added with hot pepper. Add more oil and stir-fry. The taste is very refreshing. I will go there in the evening.
Bring back a pound and let Mayor Ye have a taste."
"Does this kind of thing grow in neighboring villages?" Ye Fanran asked.
"No, very few. I have never figured it out. This kind of grass mainly grows around our village. It seems that it all grows around the horns. It can be found at the foot of the mountain in that area." Fengcun
Chang Ye was confused and shook his head and didn't care.
"Chief Feng, this kind of grass is very delicious. In fact, it can also be regarded as a delicacy. In the old palace in Tianshui Bazi, there is a person named Ye Jinlian who specializes in this kind of grass. She is my godmother. Listen.
They said they would collect it for a banquet.
The purchase price per kilogram is estimated to be about 1 yuan. However, the specification requirement is that all leaves should be the size of a child's palm. Leaves that are too small will be discarded. It is a pity to pick them, and they will damage the roots and they will not be picked again next year.
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You can mobilize the whole village to pick them, and then transport them to the old palace of Bazi in Tianshui to sell them to Shi Jinlian. Be careful not to damage the leaves. It is best to keep the leaves in their intact shape.
The better the quality, the higher the price.
I estimate that one person can harvest about two kilograms of grass in a day. In a few days, when all this grass is harvested, each household will be able to earn two to three hundred yuan."
Ye Fan pointed out.
"Really!" Village Chief Feng Rengui almost screamed in shock and stared at Ye Fan for a while.
"Well! You go back immediately and post a notice. Explain the situation clearly to everyone. If you can make a few hundred yuan, it will be a good year. For your village, making an extra few hundred yuan is not a small amount.
Alas! The New Year is approaching and there is not much time left. Everyone, hurry up and make money." Ye Fan said with a serious face.
"Okay, okay, thank you, Mayor Ye. I won't accompany you anymore. I'll go back immediately and ask everyone to go pick grass." Village Chief Feng Rengui suddenly seemed to be more than ten years younger, and he jumped back and trotted back. Ye Fan looked at
I almost want to laugh.
For just a few hundred yuan, a big village chief was so happy. If he had a few thousand yuan, he would be so happy that he would go crazy.