Director Song had been dazzled by Mr. Xue's stack of smurfs, and just wanted to make it clearer and hug the cute smurfs into his arms. "These miscellaneous expenses are not the messy expenses that Lao Zeng said are the expenses of maintaining the operation of the village department, and the levy of village government projects such as building canals and dredging fields and dredgings. There are many big and small things. Our villagers should not pay for their own affairs. Do we still rely on the government?"

     Director Song was halfway through. Mr. Xue understood that the surname Song said it nicely, but it was just the village cadres' money for food and drink. The village government project funded by the superiors was either divided privately or secretly suppressed by the villagers, and the villagers lent it.

     But what he didn't expect was that these village cadres were so brave and had such a high allocation fee. Zeng Wangcai's family had only given out five yuan.

    The five dollars in this year are not the five dollars in later generations. In this year, five dollars are even a year of income for many strong laborers!

    "So bold!"

    Xue Lao suppressed his anger and continued, "Director Song has just calculated the accounts, I listened carefully. The Zeng family owed 50,69 yuan in grain, 1,000 yuan in excess of birth, and 5 yuan in total, 2,069 yuan. Why do you only owe 1,728 yuan, 60,700 yuan, and where is the remaining money?"

    "Is this person stupid? You are not satisfied with the old and young people? "

     Director Song complained in his heart, but said, "What's wrong with this? It's not that the party's policies are good. The government sympathizes with the people and waives the children's fees and book fees. However, sometimes the superiors are not considerate, and some families are not willing to let their children go. Take Lao Zeng as an example. There are four children, three girls, and one son. The three girls are all paying money. What's the money? But the government's money is paid, and they just used it to pay the bill. After nine years, a baby is just over a lot, and the village will pay the money! Now you finally figure it out and scatter it, bring the money quickly!"

     As he spoke, Director Song opened his big hand and grabbed the money from Mr. Xue.

     Xue gently flashed. Then he avoided the stack of money and stuffed it into his pocket, "You are wrong. You only have red mouths and white teeth. I can't believe it. Come and bring it, or you can notify your village leader and ask him to settle the accounts with me!"

     Mr. Xue was so angry that he was about to explode. Now he understood what it means to have a policy above and countermeasures below!

     Dejiang's moral politics that exempts all miscellaneous fees for nine years of compulsory education was done by others.

     At that time, Shu Xiang King made huge profits. He got the moon first, and Mr. Xue took the lead in eliminating the agricultural tax and miscellaneous expenses of the people of Yunjin.

    Then, the news that Yunjin made huge profits spread, and Quan Dejiang had targeted these tens of millions, but when Xue Laotie held the door, no one would come back empty-handed.

    , however, Mr. Xue gritted his teeth and was the most concerned about the next generation of education in his life, but it was already in his mind. Then, the Education Commission came to complain. Without saying a word, he allocated funds. Through the municipal government, all miscellaneous expenses for all students within the nine-year compulsory education in Dejiang were exempted, and all the funds for the Education Commission were strictly ordered to be used for the purpose of implementing it. It is strictly prohibited to charge any fees for students based on the proofreading of students.

     But today's situation fell in the eyes of Mr. Xue. He really didn't know what he had done to be ruined by these bastards.

     , however, said that when Director Song saw the veteran Xue Smurfs hiding in his pocket, he was furious, "How come you don't keep your word? You want to cheat, right? You don't look at the eyes on Prince Ma's head?"

     Xue Laodao, "If you want to do it, it will be useless for you guys to go together, get out!"

     Director Song then remembered that the guy in front of him had a brute force, which was difficult to deal with. "Niu Er, deaf, I just asked you to call Zhang Suo, but you didn't fucking move!" After scolding, he glared at Old Xue, "You savage, when you have you savage, wait for Zhang Suo to come, see how I deal with you!"

    "I'll wait for you!"

    Xue Lao agreed and said to Zeng Wangcai, "Brother Zeng, let's continue eating. I have eaten all kinds of food in my life, but I have never eaten jail rice. Don't worry about me!"

     As he spoke, Mr. Xue picked up the bowls and chopsticks and attacked the authentic farm food in front of him.

     A meal was so turbulent that Zeng Wangcai sat foolishly, and he didn't come to persuade him. He knew that no matter how much he persuaded him, Zeng Wangcai would have no appetite.

     The other side put the chopsticks, and the sound of a rumbling motor came from outside the door. The sound was not like a large motorcycle, but like a motorcycle. As expected, after a while, four or five men were squeezed on a wheel. The group of people dressed very strangely. Some wore police hats, some wore police trousers, and some wore police uniforms, but none of them wore the uniforms neatly.

    "Zhang Suo, why did you come for a long time? The fat sheep almost let go..."

     Director Song smiled and rushed forward, driving a dozen people on the wheel, with deep centipede marks on his forehead, and then he started to speak in vernacular terms. After speaking, his voice gradually faded, and his eyebrows were flying towards Old Xue. Obviously, he was thinking about Old Xue.

    As sure, before Director Song finished speaking, Zhang Su stared at the purse on Mr. Xue's trouser legs, and smiled in his eyes, "Where are the troublemakers coming from? How dare you resist the law violently? Take it away!"

    As soon as Zhang Su finished speaking, the famous policeman rushed towards Mr. Xue like a wolf and tiger. Zeng Wangcai lifted up the shovel and waited for his life. After all, Xue Xiang was involved in his family's affairs, and his brother in Shu has never been ischemia.

    "Don't move, I'm just going to have a prison meal today!"

     Xue Lao snatched Zeng Wangcai's shovel and threw it to the side, allowing a policeman who rushed up to cut his hands behind his back.

     Director Song sneaked up and picked up Old Xue's purse. He grabbed a stack of smurfs and swayed in front of Old Xue's eyes, saying proudly, "I said that you and I are only at a loss. I hope you can understand this prison meal!"

     Previously, Director Song said that Xue Xiang had a lot of stock in his pocket, so Zhang was at most just put in the block. After all, in this year, who would have nothing to do and stuff money into his pocket?

     When Zhang Suo saw this thick stack of great unity, he also felt itchy in his heart and rushed to the police who came with him, "You should go back first, educate the suspect first, and I will go back later."

    He would not come back later, but instead he was anxious to add five things to Director Song, so as not to be away from him and be raped by Song's surname, so that he would have less of a share of himself.

    After a policeman pressed down on Xue Lao, Director Song and Zhang did not avoid suspicion. The two of them were both pictures, and they were just so quick that they were smiling. Suddenly, there were shouts from the distance, and it sounded that it was from the village party secretary Xia Daoguo.

     Director Song and Director Zhang were panicked and quickly put them in one bunch of them, before they all welcomed them out.

      Before the person was transferred to the hospital, he heard Director Zhang shout, "Old Xia, call me a few times, no big deal, just lead a bastard who is messing with the law, don't be fucked..."

      Halfway through, Director Zhang could no longer shout. The person who came was indeed Xia Daoguo, but behind Xia Daoguo, whose face was flushed and his shoes were running crooked, he followed a group of people. He looked closely and saw that there was Secretary Qi from the village and Director Song's brother-in-law Su Township Head. After looking carefully, he found that there was Director Deng from the county public security bureau. Except for that, Director Zhang was ignorant of the remaining people.

      I don’t know anything about it anymore. Zhang still has basic official knowledge. Director Deng of the County Public Security Bureau is already a big shot for him. It is usually difficult for him, Zhang, to see Director Deng.

     , among these dark and powerful men, Director Deng was squeezed to the side. Obviously, there were even more famous figures among these people.

     At this point, he thought of his previous rude words, so Director Zhang wished he could turn into a groundhog and get into the ground.

    "Old Song, what the hell are you doing here? I always ask you, who drove a village car out to pull fertilizer today? Is it you? Tell me quickly!"

    Xia Daoguo rushed to the front like a gust of wind, pulled Lao Song's arm, and asked him openly. He was so anxious that he almost burst into tears.

    "What fertilizers, what car, Lao Xia, why are you talking about this without any hindrance?"

     Director Song was not as handsome as he was, and at this point, he was still confused.

     Xia Daoguo wished he could kick this bastard to death, but he had no chance to speak again, and the subsequent large troops had already followed.

    "Zhang Gou, you are not on duty in the village, why are you going to the village to do? You are a fool!”

    Director Deng took the lead in asking the question.

    He saw from a distance that there was a police cap here, and his heart skipped a beat. After looking closely, it was Zhang Gou, the director of the village police station. He didn't have any uniforms on his body, and he was dressed in a crooked manner. Seeing his style, Director Deng wished he could slapped him in the face. This bastard named Zhang was obviously in front of the Yiyang County Party Committee, asking him to look good!

    "I, I received a report from the case and said that there were people... violently resisting the law, and came here to come out... the police!"

     Director Zhang was simply confused and stuttered in words.

    "How many do you take away?"

     Director Deng breathed a sigh of relief, guessing that it must be for the arrears of taxes again. Such things will never be missing. The county also knows that as long as there are not many people taken away, it is not a big deal.

    "One, one!" Director Zhang said cowardly.

    Director Deng was about to ask Director Zhang to go down, but the middle-aged fat man who was surrounded by the center suddenly spoke, "Stop pulling this cow tendon skin here, who is that? Are you sure that the tractor belongs to Dashu Village!"

    The person who spoke was Feng Hongqi, the county magistrate of Yiyang County. It was already hot in the summer. County magistrate Feng had been running for dozens of miles and walked so far. He had been roasted by the sun for a long time. At this moment, his mouth was almost ignorant, and he was thinking about something big. If he heard Director Deng talk to his subordinates, he would not stand it.

    "County magistrate, how could I be sure, but the report said that the tractor was printed with a slogan from the Dashu Village Committee. Mayor Xue must have gotten into that car."

    A young man suffocated and whispered. (To be continued)

    

    

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Chapter completed!