Entering the officialdom by mistake and getting promoted quickly

No matter what period, publicity work is very important.

Therefore, the city and county TV stations all reported the groundbreaking with enthusiasm.

But in the early 9s, the most important way of publicity was not television, but newspapers or magazines, which were the main areas of publicity.

Journalists of this era are very talented and are willing to dig deep when conducting interviews. They often report from multiple angles and use the simplest way to arouse people's resonance.

For example, a special issue published by Yicheng Evening News.

This special issue was not written by a reporter. Instead, it sounded like a student's tone. The words were not concise and the sentences were not profound. However, when people read the full text, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

The title of this article is: "My hometown, Qingshan Township".

The full text is as follows:

My hometown, Qingshan Township.

As we all know, this is a poor place.

When I was very young, I had a sense of pride in my heart because several old men in the village often told me that our place is a nationally famous old revolutionary area...

Fought the Anti-Japanese War.

Fought the War of Liberation.

Grandpas joined the army when they were young and followed the army in all the wars. Grandma supported the front line of the army, baking pancakes day and night. They took out the last morsel of food from the family and sent it to the front line to support the battlefield.

My grandfathers told me that in those days all of us were soldiers. We mobilized millions of people to support the army and followed the army with carts pushing supplies.

When the soldiers had no shoes to wear, the whole hinterland of the mountain mobilized, and the grandmothers made tens of thousands pairs of cloth shoes overnight.

The flower cloth they used was the one they used when they got married.

It was the cloth they kept in the back of the cupboard and refused to use.

Support the army and support the front.

Everyone here is enthusiastic and worthy of the reputation of an old revolutionary base.

It is said that there was an emergency war and the soldiers needed to cross the river quickly. The grandmothers tore down the door panels of their homes and jumped into the river in the dead of winter. They used their weak shoulders to carry the heavy door panels after being soaked in water, and built a pontoon bridge with the power of ordinary people...

"Comrades, cross the bridge!"

"You men dare to sacrifice, and we women also dare to sacrifice."

"In order to win the war, don't be afraid that we can't bear it."

The resolute voices of the grandmothers made many soldiers shed tears. The loud noise of the continuous artillery fire in front seemed to be covered up by the voices of the grandmothers.

That fearlessness, that determination...

As a weak woman, she carries the hope of a war on her shoulders.

The war is won!

The bodies of the grandmothers fell sick.

Many of them lost their fertility due to long periods of soaking in the cold river water.

These sound like stories, but they are not stories, but things that actually happened, things that many of us here know.

A marshal of the People's Liberation Army once expressed emotion and spoke highly of our place. He said: I can't forget it. I can't forget it. The people in the hinterland of Mengshan nourished the revolution with their milk and pushed history with their little cars...

Support the army and support the front!

We have a clear conscience.

But after the founding of the People's Republic of China, we did not ask for credit from the country. Our grandfathers took off their military uniforms and returned to their hometowns to farm, while our grandmothers grew vegetables and weaved cloth and lived a peaceful life.

We don’t reach out for help from above, we suffer poverty silently.

Poverty and happiness!

This is the kind of mind that should be respected!

However, I don’t know since when, living in poverty and living happily has become a joke.

People outside began to laugh at us for being poor.

Laughing at us for not being able to eat, laughing at us for not being able to wear clothes, laughing at our children who cannot afford to go to school, and laughing at our elderly people who cannot afford to see a doctor.

But they don’t know at all. They don’t know at all that we have made unbearable sacrifices for the establishment of this country! The injuries and illnesses suffered by our elderly people here are caused by joining the army and fighting in the war.

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As for the reason why we are poor, it is because we are in the hinterland of the mountains.

We have many mountains and little land here, and the farmland cannot provide enough food and clothing. Even if grandparents, parents, and mothers work hard, the harvest in one year is always not enough to meet the food rations...

Such as my home!

When I was very young, from the day I can remember, my family never had a full meal and I felt hungry every day.

The village I live in is called Pine Forest Village!

If Qingshan Township is the poorest township in Yicheng, then Songlin Village is the poorest village in Qingshan Township.

Because there are so many mountains and so little land, we dare not plant wheat. We can only plant sweet potatoes because they have high yields.

However, even if we grow sweet potatoes, we still have difficulty getting enough to eat.

Since I was a child, I have never had a full meal.

The younger brothers and sisters at home also never had a full meal.

But it’s not that my parents don’t work hard, or that they are lazy and don’t work. My parents really want to keep us fed, but the fields don’t produce that much food.

With many mountains and little land, we are destined to be poor!

My family is like this, and so are every family in the village.

Every year when the government carries out poverty alleviation, our village is faced with difficulties. We are helped out of poverty every year and continue to be poor every year, so much so that the cadres are reluctant to come, and they all avoid our village when receiving tasks...

In our children's minds, it seems like the government has given up on us too.

Therefore, I have hatred in my heart!

This hatred lasted for several years.

I hate the government for abandoning us, and I hate that they have forgotten the sacrifices made by the old revolutionary base. Why did they ask us to sacrifice during the war years, but then sit back and watch us suffer and suffer poverty after the founding of the People's Republic of China?

I hate it, I really hate it!

This hatred lasted for several years.

Until, this year...

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This year, poverty alleviation is once again needed in the countryside.

The village party secretary shouted through the loudspeaker to announce this poverty alleviation notice to us. However, everyone had long been disappointed, and the village party secretary had also been disappointed for a long time.

We all know that the township cadres are going to go through the motions again.

So we ignored them and pretended not to hear them.

That day.

A small car came to our village, followed by many cadres on bicycles. There were many people, more than in previous years. Although there were many people coming, the villagers still refused to pay attention to it.

Until I saw that Uncle Xia Shuo was also in the crowd.

That day.

I will never forget it.

Uncle Xia Shuo took those cadres to pass through various broken houses in the village. He deliberately let those people see it. He deliberately let the female leader see...

Unlike the previous poverty alleviation cadres who were secretive, he made those leaders face our poverty head on.

The female leader was in tears!

Decided to stay in our village.

As a staff member, Uncle Xia Shuo also stayed in the village with the leader.

My family was chosen as the place to live. The reason is very simple. My family is the poorest in the village.

That night, I had my first full meal in my life. It not only had white flour buns, but also fragrant meat.

During the meal, Uncle Xia Shuo was so gentle. He held my third sister and gently fed her.

The female leader was also very gentle. She held my fourth sister in her arms. She didn’t even mind that my fourth sister’s clothes were dirty. She seemed to be holding her own child...

At that moment, the hatred in my heart suddenly disappeared a lot.

I feel a certain warmth that the government has not given up on us.