The Pentium Era - South to North

The work in the greenhouse was finished, and a group of people lazily walked outside. Some people yawned constantly, and some people beat their waists with their hands. Passing by them, they saw Zhang Xiangbei and Lao Shoutou squatting here. , everyone straightened up and stepped up.

The old man waved his hand and urged them: "Hurry up, hurry up, go over there and help, time is running out."

Then he yelled inside: "Turn off the lights, electricity is free?!"

Someone turned off the lights, and the shed suddenly became dark.

At this time, although it was already bright outside, the plastic film of the greenhouse was covered with a layer of fog, like frosted glass, and the light could not completely penetrate.

The two men squatted there and continued talking in the semi-darkness.

Zhang Xiangbei asked: "Is it difficult for Li Dafu and his village?"

"No village is in trouble. We are all upside down. In the drawer of my office, there are a lot of unimbursed receipts. The village has no money to reimburse, and Li Dafu is not the only one." Lao Shoutou said.

"Why is this happening?" Zhang Xiangbei felt a little strange. What Lao Shoutou said was different from what Mr. Kan said. Zhang Xiangbei asked: "Isn't it that the villagers now..."

"The villagers are indeed having a better life now."

Lao Shoutou seemed to know what Zhang Xiangbei was going to say and interrupted him:

"But the village collective is still extremely poor. No matter how rich the villagers are, we can't grab money from their pockets, right? Now it's no better than before. There are no village reserves and unified funds. We in these villages are inherently poor. There is too much land but little land. When the land was divided, it was done quite thoroughly, leaving little room for maneuver for the village collective.

"In the past few years, some land was opened here and there, but the farmland was returned to forests and then returned. There were no procedures when digging, and there was no compensation when it was returned. Plus here, as you know, it's not For villages like those in the suburbs of Chongqing, there are no village collective enterprises, no one wants to expropriate land, and there is no compensation.

"However, the village's expenses cannot be reduced at all, including village road maintenance, street lamp replacement, village cadres' salaries, nursing home expenses, family members of conscripts, family planning center heads, forest rangers, human and animal epidemic prevention personnel, five-guarantee households, only children, etc. All these subsidies add up to more than 200,000 yuan a year.

"There is another major item, which is the various inspections above. To receive them, the hotel owes a lot of money."

Zhang Xiangbei had never heard of these expenses before, and he didn't know that a village committee had such a huge burden.

Zhang Xiangbei said: "What about the village's income?"

"Didn't I say before that there is basically none. Except for the transfer payment of 82,000 yuan a year from the superior government, the rest must be raised by our village collectively. Where can we raise it? In our village, there is only one fish pond and one I can collect a rent of 3,000 yuan a year, but there is no other income. Fortunately, now that a company has been established, village cadres like us also have an income from the company.

"After discussion in our village committee, we all agreed that we will not receive any part of the village cadres' remuneration and use it to subsidize the village. As the village director, I am now doing voluntary labor for the village. Even so, it is still not enough. There is no source of income. What's the use of reducing expenditures, but opening up resources is easier said than done.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm not afraid of your jokes. Now when I take people to a restaurant for dinner, the owner and his wife of the restaurant have fire in their eyes when they see me.

"I also want to lose face. I don't want to eat this meal. How can I not go? The leaders above are here to check. They think highly of you. You can't not even invite others to eat. Otherwise, you will still be able to get in in the future. ? If you need their help with something in the village, they will still pay attention to you?"

"I don't know if I don't tell you. I didn't know this was like this in the village before. Once I mentioned it, it was really shocking. Is there a solution?" Zhang Xiangbei asked.

"No, just one word, wait. Anyway, it is not our village. As long as it is a village far away from the suburbs of the city and no land has been expropriated, this is the case. The income and expenditure of the village collective are all paid. Just wait. Wait, wait, wait and see how the superiors solve this problem." Lao Shoutou said.

"This won't affect your enthusiasm for work?" Zhang Xiangbei said with a smile.

"What's the point of talking about positivity? Just treat it like a monk ringing the bell every day." Lao Shoutou said with a smile, "A few of us are together and often joke that when the election comes, we will stop being the village director and just stay in peace. , forget about working a part-time job in the company, the deputy general manager is not qualified, the boss will still let us grow vegetables, are you right? Mr. Zhang? "

"Don't be so pessimistic." Zhang Xiangbei said, "There will always be a way."

The two people squatted there talking for more than an hour without realizing it. Someone came in and said to the old man, "Director, the car has been loaded. Go and see if it is ready to start."

Lao Soutou and Zhang Xiangbei stood up and walked out. Five trucks were parked outside, sandwiching Zhang Xiangbei's car. Zhang Xiangbei looked at it and found it funny. He had just been talking to Lao Soutou. , why didn't he hear another car coming?

Moreover, he discovered that Gu Gong was right about one thing. Two people squatting and talking can really become a conversational couple.

All five trucks have been loaded, and the quality control officer of the Chongqing branch of "Zhai Xian Delivery" holds a plate clip in his hand and wants to check the loading list with Lao Shoutou.

Zhang Xiangbei said goodbye to them, moved the car out from between the two trucks, changed direction, and left Shoucun for Licun.

When passing by the vegetable field in Licun, Zhang Xiangbei found that the vegetables here had also been sent away, and the workers had all finished their work. Only two people were holding brooms, cleaning the empty area for loading trucks.

Zhang Xiangbei pressed down the car window and asked them: "Are you finished?"

Both of them said it was over and the cars had left.

Zhang Xiangbei asked: "Where is Li Dafu? Have you gone home?"

One of them said: "He will not go home. He must be in the village now. You go to the village to find him."

Zhang Xiangbei thanked them and drove to the village committee of Li Village.

There was no one in the village committee. After a busy morning, everyone should have gone home to rest. Every office door was closed.

Zhang Xiangbei walked to the door of Li Dafu's office and knocked on the door with the idea of ​​​​trying. There was a rustle in the door, and then there was no movement. Zhang Xiangbei knocked on the door again, and Li Dafu's voice came from the door. A lazy and somewhat impatient voice:

"Come in."

Zhang Xiangbei pushed the door open and went in. He saw Li Dafu lying on the sofa, facing inside the sofa, covered with a military coat. He knew someone had come in, but he still lay there motionless.

"Hello, Mr. Li!" Zhang Xiangbei said.

The person on the sofa shivered, then turned around and sat up.

Li Dafu rubbed his eyes and said, "It's really you, Mr. Zhang, why are you here?"

"What, you're not welcome?" Zhang Xiangbei asked.

"Welcome, welcome, how could I not welcome you? I'll get you some water."

Li Dafu stood up as he spoke and was about to pour water for Zhang Xiangbei. In a hurry, his knee hit the corner of the coffee table. He grimaced in pain. Zhang Xiangbei said:

"I'm not thirsty, you'd better sit down."

Li Dafu rubbed his knees and sat down.

"Put on your coat. If you get up suddenly like this, it's easy to catch a cold." Zhang Xiangbei said.

Li Dafu chuckled and picked up his coat, instead of putting it on his body, he put it on his thighs. Then he picked up the air conditioner remote control on the coffee table and pressed it to turn on the air conditioner.

Li Dafu is not very old, probably four or five years older than Mr. Kan. He should be thirty-three or thirty-four years old this year.

"Mr. Zhang, are you here for the people in our village?" Li Dafu asked.

"Yes." Zhang Xiangbei said, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"Nothing happened. It was just a calculation of the abacus and calculation, but I couldn't do it. I felt that I had suffered a big loss." Li Dafu said.

"You didn't do your work?" Zhang Xiangbei asked.

Li Dafu said: "Of course I did it, but it was useless."

"How do they calculate this account? I don't know that the output value is the result of the production plan arrangement. It has nothing to do with them, the land or even your village. If you arrange to plant radishes, Chinese cabbage and other things here, your output value per mu will be Just come down?" Zhang Xiangbei looked at Li Dafu and said.

Li Dafu glanced at Zhang Xiangbei and quickly looked away, muttering: "Of course I told them the truth, but they didn't listen, and there was nothing I could do."

Zhang Xiangbei sighed secretly, feeling very tired of going around in vain like this. Since the other party was also a young man, Zhang Xiangbei was not prepared to be polite.

Zhang Xiangbei straightened up, folded his hands on his chest, stared at Li Dafu, and said word by word:

"Mr. Li, there are only two of us here now. I hate people who are secretive. On the contrary, as long as it is the truth, I can accept whatever you say."

Li Dafu still didn't look at Zhang Xiangbei. He asked, "What do you mean, Mr. Zhang?"

"I hope you can tell me the truth and tell me, did you use them as gunmen?" Zhang Xiangbei asked.

"What do you mean, Mr. Zhang, who do you think I am?" Li Dafu was a little anxious and finally looked at Zhang Xiangbei.

Zhang Xiangbei waved his hand: "Just say yes or no."

Li Dafu said nothing and lowered his head. Zhang Xiangbei said:

"Okay, Mr. Li, if you say no, I believe that this matter has nothing to do with you. When I leave here, I will visit them one by one and ask them if it is their intention to withdraw from the shares. If so, I will tell them on the spot. Agree with them."

Li Dafu lowered his head even lower. Zhang Xiangbei's words immediately killed his general. If Zhang Xiangbei really went to those people's homes, when those people saw that the big boss came in person, they would first They will feel weak. When Zhang Xiangbei says that he really wants to clear them out, are these people still not in a hurry?

They would definitely tell Zhang Xiangbei that they had no intention of withdrawing their shares, and they would immediately betray the gang. Then, he, Li Dafu, would be hung on the wall and become a living target.

Zhang Xiangbei looked at Li Dafu without saying anything. Li Dafu lowered his head and said nothing, and the office fell into a deathly silence.

Only the fan of the air conditioner makes a "sha hi..." sound and then automatically pauses. The sound seems to be a human sigh.

In an office a few rooms away, a phone rang. Both of them counted in their hearts, one, two, three...it rang nine times in total. The phone finally stopped ringing. After a while, it It rang again.

Then, Zhang Xiangbei heard Li Dafu's Adam's apple move and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

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