Rebirth as an official

May Day is Labor Day, which is the first day of the seven-day holiday for city dwellers, but for villagers in the countryside, today is just an ordinary day.

The weather today is not good, it is very gloomy, and in broad daylight it feels like it will get dark at five or six o'clock in the afternoon.

The loudspeakers in the village have been sounded once in the morning and afternoon in the past few days, and Wang Defu's voice has been playing continuously.

Today the horn rang again at nine o'clock in the morning, for a full hour.

"Every household is requested to send someone to the playground of Fuqiang Village Primary School at [-] a.m. on May [-]st to hold a village meeting..."

The loudspeaker in the village has not sounded for a long time. A few years ago, when the old party secretary was still there, the village party secretary would always talk about the latest policies and interesting things in the county from time to time.

Although many villagers now have PHS or mobile phones, the signal in the mountains is poor, so speakers are better. As long as they sound, they can be heard not only from the beginning to the end of the village, but also from the next village.

There hasn't been a village meeting for several years. Today's meeting was held. The men in the village set off early with their benches.

In the countryside, it is usually men who come to meetings. Unless the man at home is not at home, the mother-in-law of each family will come.

Fuqiang Village Primary School is composed of three tile-roofed houses used as classrooms and an open space in front of it as a playground. Not to mention the walls, there is not even a gate.

At this time, many people had come to the open space, gathering in small groups.

"What did you say we were going to do in today's meeting?"

"I heard that some kind of cooperative is going to be established."

“What is a cooperative?”

"I don't know."

"..."

The villagers in the open space were talking a lot. On a protruding platform in front of the open space, Li An and Chen Shanhe were also busy.

They put two tables on it and moved in a few chairs, and such a simple podium was completed.

Ang Lee tried the handheld loudspeaker he had just bought from the city, but as soon as he pressed the play button, a deafening song came out.

I love you

loving You

Like Mice Love Rice......

Li An hurriedly turned off the speaker.

I really miss this song.

The villagers who were gathered around to chat turned their attention to the source of the sound, but Chen Shanhe, who was so close at hand, didn't feel it at all. He lowered his head and muffledly sorted out the materials he was going to speak for a while.

"Shanhe, I just left you behind for a while. As for being angry with me for three days." Li An looked at Chen Shanhe with some pain.

After the dinner that day, Xu Kai pulled her to a barbecue restaurant to eat and chat. After the two of them had finished chatting, they realized that they had forgotten about Chen Shanhe.

"Is it a while? I've been waiting for you in front of the hotel for three hours, and I didn't answer your phone calls." Chen Shanhe said angrily.

"Didn't the phone battery run out? Didn't I also apologize to you? What else do you want..."

Before Li An finished speaking, he heard someone calling him.

"Li An, the cadres from the Poverty Alleviation Office are here." This was Wang Defu's voice.

The villagers' meeting held today is not only a call for everyone to join the cooperative, but also the Poverty Alleviation Office will send someone to the village to announce the appointment of Li An, leader of the Fuqiang Village Poverty Alleviation Working Group.

The cadre sent by the Poverty Alleviation Office is named Wang Jian, who is about 25 or [-] years old. He has a crew cut and a short stature, but he seems to be very kind.

After Li An came forward and greeted him warmly, he invited him to sit on the podium.

The time came to ten o'clock, and about [-] people were already standing in the open space, which looked very dark.

Wang Defu roughly counted the number of people and then said to Li An: "Cadre Li, we are almost there. Everyone who can come is probably here. Let's have a meeting."

Li An looked at the people on the podium, Liu Changfa, Wang Defu, Liu Guifen, but Wu Wangtian was missing.

"Where's Party Secretary Wu? Why didn't he come?" Li An asked.

Wang Defu immediately ran to Li An and whispered in his ear: "I said I have been sick for several days, so I didn't come today."

Is there such a coincidence?

I'm afraid it's because I lost face at the last meeting and didn't have the nerve to come.

Li An didn't have time to care about Wu Wangtian's feelings at this time.

He nodded to Wang Defu and said, "Then let's get started."

Wang Jian, who was sitting in the center of the podium, looked at Li An's expression and demeanor in a daze. The person sitting there was not a young cadre stationed in the village, but more like a county leader.

Wang Defu picked up the horn and turned on the switch, blowing twice first.

"Huhu!" The huge noise caused the villagers under the podium to shift their attention here.

"Folks, please be quiet. Today we are holding a village meeting in Fuqiang Village. There are two main topics. The first is that the county has established a poverty alleviation working group here. Now we ask Cadre Wang from the Poverty Alleviation Office to declare comrade. Everyone. welcome."

Wang Defu took the lead in applauding after speaking, but the effect was not good. Except for a few people on the podium, the sparse applause from the audience showed that the villagers were not cold to the news.

The atmosphere at the scene became more and more awkward, but Wang Jian didn't care.

He also goes to the countryside often and has long been accustomed to the villagers' state of mind.

Wang Jian took the trumpet from Wang Defu's hand and started reading according to the notice.

“Based on the poverty alleviation work arrangements of the Yangdong County Party Committee and County Government, the Poverty Alleviation Office studied and decided to set up a pilot poverty alleviation working group in Fuqiang Village, Guanmiao Township. Comrade Li An, the cadre of Guanmiao Township stationed in Fuqiang Village, serves as the team leader. The main responsibilities are... .”

"Haha, I can be considered a promotion now." Li An couldn't help but laugh at himself.

After Wang Jian finished reading the notice on the establishment of a poverty alleviation working group, the villagers were still chatting quietly below. It seemed that the group being established had little to do with them.

"Next, Team Leader Li will talk about the cooperative." Wang Defu originally wanted to ask everyone to applaud, but when he saw the indifferent expressions of the villagers, he swallowed his words, lest not many people would applaud after a while. He looked as embarrassed as before.

Li An took the speaker and looked at the chatting crowd below. Very few people looked at the podium.

It was obvious that everyone's thoughts were not on them, and if I told them from the script, not many villagers would listen.

After Li An thought for a while, he said loudly: "Folks, I just want to ask you a question, do you want to make money?"

This topic immediately attracted the attention of the villagers below, and a man in the crowd responded.

"Who doesn't want to make money? Only fools don't."

This statement caused laughter among the villagers.

"Okay, since everyone wants to make money. Then I will talk about the establishment of rural professional cooperatives today. What they are most concerned about is how much money I can earn by joining the cooperative. Let me first talk about how much money a few villages in other places have earned by setting up cooperatives. Money." Li An's words aroused everyone's curiosity.

If the establishment of rural professional cooperatives were told according to the script, these villagers would not have much impression.

What really attracts them is making money. Who doesn’t want their family to feel better these days?

“For example, a village in Huangyuan City, our neighboring province, established a specialized fruit planting cooperative. In the first year alone, each participating villager earned more than 5000 yuan. There is also a village in Zhentong, Yunzhou Province that established a Poria traditional Chinese medicine cooperative. A professional timber planting cooperative, the villagers also earn more than 6000 yuan a year..."

Li An continuously talked about the establishment of cooperatives in five or six places to lead the villagers to make fortunes, which suddenly made the villagers below a little excited.

"So, folks, Mr. Chen will explain the establishment of a cooperative in detail later, so everyone should listen carefully. Don't miss the registration and lose the opportunity to make money. It's useless to come to me and cry. .”

Ang Lee finally made a joke that made everyone laugh.

"Okay, now let's ask our cadre Chen to talk about the establishment of a cooperative in our village. Everyone is welcome."

This time the villagers applauded a lot more, which was much stronger than the sparse applause before.

Wang Jian saw this scene with his eyes and couldn't help but admired: "Ang Lee is very good at stimulating the atmosphere of the scene. He is doing a good job in publicity."

It was the first time for Chen Shanhe to speak in front of so many people. Looking at the darkness in the audience, all the villagers looked directly at him.This scene made him nervous all of a sudden.

Li An was trembling a little when he saw his friend's hand holding the manuscript.

"Shanhe, here you go."

"Hiss~ It hurts." Chen Shanhe cried out in pain.

When Li An handed the horn to Chen Shanhe, he suddenly pinched his arm hard, the kind that only pinches a layer of skin and then twists it hard. Everyone knows the pain.

"Don't be nervous. We have visited these folks and you all know them. Just think of it as chatting with your family and explain things clearly." Li An smiled and put the speaker in Chen Shanhe's hand.

Everyone will be nervous when facing a big scene, and Ang Lee naturally has a way of overcoming the fear in his heart.

That is to give the body a strong physical stimulation, which can relieve tension very effectively.

Chen Shanhe found that he was no longer nervous after being pinched by Li An. Although his arm still ached slightly, the panic in his heart was gone, and his hands were no longer shaking.

"Folks, let me tell you now about the specific matters regarding the establishment of a rural professional cooperative in our village..."

Chen Shanhe talked a lot, and the villagers understood what he meant, that is, those who want to become members of a cooperative must contribute capital, that is, pay money.

In fact, the establishment of a rural professional cooperative does not necessarily require monetary investment, but when Li An was discussing with Chen Shanhe and Liu Changfa, he insisted that villagers who wanted to participate in the cooperative must contribute money.

This point led to a disagreement with Chen Shanhe. Chen Shanhe believed that the villagers in Fuqiang Village were already very poor. If they were asked to pay, it would dampen their enthusiasm and reduce their willingness to join the cooperative.

Ang Lee patiently explained that paying money is not the main purpose. It is to make participants feel the pressure. Without pressure, there will be no motivation.

If they don't contribute money, participating farmers can work with an indifferent attitude.

If the profits are good, everyone will share the dividends. If there is a loss, he will not suffer any loss. This will be a fatal blow to those who work actively.

This is what economics calls bad money driving out good money, also known as the Gresham effect.

Chen Shanhe majored in finance. As soon as Li An told him, he understood and agreed to Li An's plan.

Under the podium, the villagers started talking a lot when they heard that they had to pay money to join the cooperative. Some were excited, and some were hesitant.

At this moment, a young man wearing a plaid shirt and a parted hair shouted.

"Folks, don't be fooled. Everyone has forgotten what happened the year before last."