"I mean, yes, let's use your analogy as an example. You just said that two fish can make the family happy for a family for half a month. The dollar is enough for a doll to register for a year. But have you always thought about it? If these two fish are saved, they will only be half a month. But after half a month, they should not be bitter, but they should be greedy? As for that dollar, at best, it is enough for an registration fee, but if the dolls have to go, it is not just the registration fee. If the dolls want to go, it is not just the registration fee. If the notebook and ink, water wrapping, which one does not cost money, can we afford it?

The old man was silent and smoked with a silence. He had never studied in school. He was the one who joined the army. The one who had dealt with the most words was the chairman's quotations. At this level, he naturally could not be his opponent to Mr. Xue...

The old man smoked his head, and the gurgling smoke almost caught up with the movement in the pot. After a while, he said with his neck: "I don't listen to anything else. If you officials are capable, the people of Yunjin will not suffer poverty, and if you don't suffer poverty, you will not make trouble. You are Yunjin's secretary. I'll ask you, Yunjin's ordinary old surname, what is the annual income per capita, what is the basic expense, what is the farmland output, and how much is the per capita reserve..."

Xue Xiangmoran, it was not that he didn't know these data, but he really couldn't say it, because the real data was really scary.

And according to that data, the government is not only not beneficial to the people, but is suspected of raising excessive taxes.

"Say it, why don't you?"

The old man knocked on the pot hard and stared at Xue Xiang and said, "I'll tell you, over the years, Yun Jin's old surname has not relied on making trouble and getting some subsidies. I can't live this day. You are not afraid of death if you think of an old surname, you don't have to worry about death. The soldiers all come with guns and are still rushing upwards? No! Who would want to live without a single life? I'm so poor that I can't help but be afraid of..."

Mr. Xue could see that the old man in front of him was not just a party member who fully complied with the exaggerated requirements of the Party Constitution, but was clearly the kind of "people who serve the people wholeheartedly" mentioned by the leader.

After seeing through this point, Mr. Xue saw through the old man's trump card. After seeing through the trump card, there was naturally no reason to lose this game.

But he said that at this moment, the old man looked excited and indignant. Mr. Xue knew that at this moment, it was useless to say anything to the old man, so he simply ignored the old man, picked up the earthen bowl on the edge of the stove, opened the lid of the pot, and did not use a spatula. He stretched the bowl into the pot and scooped a full bowl. After picking the chopsticks, he slurped it into his mouth. While squeezing, he also shouted that it was good, and he evaluated the quality of the sweet potato porridge.

The old man was just watching Mumu. Old Xue had already eaten the second bowl and put it into the pot.

Now, the old man was anxious and grabbed the bald wooden scoop from the water tank beside the stove, looked like Old Xue, and scooped half a scoop into the pot, then he felt relieved, "You starved ghost reincarnated? This is my old man's food for a day, so I told you to mix it up. I have no place to look for lunch."

Speaking, bent down and picked out a charcoal-black radish from the jar, rinsed it with water, cut it in half, threw it into Old Xue's bowl, "Okay, have supper, leave quickly, you big belly man, I can't afford to raise you."

Mr. Xue carefully took a small piece of radish with sauce, sucked a large mouthful of porridge, and said vaguely: "You are stingy too. I am also a secretary of the first district party committee. You treat me with this porridge and pickles. I don't even bother you, but you hate me!"

The old man glared and said, "What? I look down on porridge and pickles? If Yun Jin's old surname can afford to eat sweet potato porridge with sauce and radish every meal, you don't have to bother me if you are young. At that time, you want others to make trouble, and no one wants to make trouble."

"You said this very well. How can I look down on you? You are always sensitive."

Mr. Xue shook his head repeatedly, finished cutting the dishes and threw away the chopsticks, "To be honest, let Yun Jin's old surname be able to afford sweet potato porridge with radish every meal, in my opinion, it's just a sesame thing!"

"What a sesame thing?"

After getting off the floor, the old man stood up, "You can do something big in sesame, just do it for the old man immediately!"

Mr. Xue stared at him and said, "Don't be a fool of me. If you want to say that every family has big fish and meat, I may not be able to do it for the time being, but I have to say that every meal of sweet potato porridge with sauce and radish is one year, and I will do it all the time, but the premise is that you have to cooperate with my work!"

"A year? Really!"

The old man's eyes almost flew out of his sockets, and he was stunned for a long time. The glare in his eyes gradually dimmed. He shook his head and said, "Impossible, I'm lying to me, old man, you are not the God of Wealth, you can pull gold and urine silver!"

It is true that the old man has a sense of serving the people. He has been a good cadre at a certain level, but his thinking is still peasant-like, with a narrow vision. He is staring at the three melons in front of him. How to see the long-term? In his eyes, 200,000 sips of food is just as difficult as reaching the sky.

"How is it impossible? You always understand the matter in the new district. In just one month, I solved more than 6,000 workers and sent nearly 400,000 yuan in cash to the people of Yunjin. This is a real achievement!"

"Four hundred thousand, is this true, they have earned so much?"

The old man looked in disbelief. He knew that the New District Management Committee was engaged in infrastructure construction and knew that there were a lot of people there, but he didn't expect that he could make so much money. "How much do you buy for them a day? According to the 400,000 you said, I'm afraid there is one."

"Two pieces, just two pieces!"

Xue Xiang reached out and compared the second. Knowing that the old man was surprised, he was not very proud.

In this year, the difference between workers and peasants' scissors is still amazing. Ordinary workers can get more than 60 in a month, and farmers' net income is diluted to only about ten or twenty per month.

In fact, when Mr. Xue works on a construction site, he runs one yuan a day, and there are people who rush to do it. After driving two yuan, it is simply a big business. It is no wonder that the construction team members are extremely reluctant to disband.

The reason why Mr. Xue offered such a high wage was not only to help others win their hearts, but also to give some benefits to the local surname.

Seeing that the old man's eyes were even more confused, Old Xue smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, I don't have to get the bill from you. Just ask someone for information. Five or six thousand people have been working for more than ten days, and each person has two yuan a day. How much is it? You can calculate it yourself."

"But, this..."

The old man really believed it, but his heart became more and more confused.

Mr. Xue observed his words and expressions, and knew that the old man's defense line was loose, so he continued to attack. "I understand your feelings, but I always rely on fighting against the government and obtaining subsidies. After all, it is not a long-term solution. I have figured out the planning of the new district. I can talk to you about my governance ideas in detail. In addition, you may not understand me personally. I think it is necessary to introduce yourself in detail to you, especially my position in the other two places..."

Teacher Xue suddenly transformed into the greatest salesman in the world and began to sell himself frantically. This guy was eloquent and eloquent, and like telling stories, he talked about his experience in working in Koshantun and Xiaoshan.

The old man sometimes exclaimed, "What? You made a small fuss about the distribution of land to households." Sometimes he shouted, "Impossible, the government does not collect grain, how can each unit operate? Don't fool my old man." Sometimes he waved desperately, "So quickly, you're so rich, you're raining money that day"...

The old man cannot be considered a good listener, but he is the best supporting actor. He doesn't know where he can tell him carefully.

After the words were finished, Mr. Xue took out his last killer weapon from his briefcase, handed over the old man a stack of old newspapers.

The old man took it in a daze. At first, he didn't know why Mr. Xue was like this. After reading the title of the front page of the first page "Divide the land to the household is the restoration of the bourgeoisie", he couldn't move his eyes away, and then he opened the second one, the first one...

The recruiting land sighed, "Tell me, what do you want me to do? I will sell you this old bone. I just hope that my old man can see the villagers eating dried sweet potato porridge with sauce and radish every time!"

It is said that the old man turned his mind back, which was the result of these old newspapers.

It turned out that these old newspapers were deliberately prepared for self-promotion before Mr. Xue came to his hometown, and were all debates in the ideological world that Mr. Xue was in charge of the place he was in charge of, from the distribution of land to households, to exemption of agricultural taxes and free education.

The essence of the debate in this stack of newspapers was not understood by the old man who could only barely read the literacy level, but the "Xue Xiang" between the lines was clearly seen. From this we can see that what Xue Xiang said before was not false.

What reason does Wang Erwa have to support such a good cadre, capable cadre, and perform his duties in Yunjin?

Just because of the major events that others have accomplished, they have achieved real achievements in serving as an official and benefiting the people, Wang Erwa must be driven by him.

"Okay, okay, you are a good person, a good person, the sky is open to your eyes. Yun Jin is saved this time. He said, "You just say what do you want me to do? By the way, you should tell me how long it takes to be as fast as possible, so that the villagers can live a good life..."

The old man sighed and suddenly became excited. He pulled Xue Xiang's arm and shook it constantly, and a lot of problems were about to come out.

Mr. Xue was not pretentious. He first described Yun Jin's future bright future with the old man, and then he expressed his intention, which was nothing more than two.

First, please ask the master to serve as the executive deputy director of the People's Congress of Yunjin New District to assist Comrade Wei Lan, director of the People's Congress of the New District, to complete the election of People's Congress representatives in Yunjin New District as soon as possible;

Secondly, please ask the master to prevent villagers in the new district from gathering together as soon as possible.

But when Xue Xiangfang said that, the master waved his hand repeatedly, "You took it for granted, my old man doesn't have that much ability, I'm afraid that both of them will not be able to complete either." (To be continued)

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