The Tao River is like a jade belt, passing around Pingyang Town.

Standing on the bank of the river, Xia Jian looked at the water and suddenly felt a mixture of emotions, as if everything was related to the water. Ouyang Hong straightened her long hair that was blown by the wind, and asked with a smile: "What are you thinking about? So

Focus"

"It's nothing, I just feel a little sad." Xia Jian looked into the distance and said calmly.

Ouyang Hong took a deep breath and said meaningfully: "Whenever I see the poverty here, I secretly make up my mind to let the people here live a happy life, but the reality is far crueler than imagined.

Fortunately, your appearance gave me the motivation to stay here, otherwise I would have packed up and left long ago."

"No way!" Xia Jian asked half-jokingly. In fact, he knew in his heart that it would be too difficult for people who are used to living in big cities to take root here.

A gust of wind blew by, causing dust to fly all over the sky.

Ouyang Hong looked at Xia Jian and said with a smile: "The changes here depend on you."

"Let's work together!"

He told Ouyang Hong about it, but he hesitated and still didn't say it. He wanted to wait until everything was settled before it was too late.

The two were chatting and laughing, and time passed quickly. Xia Jian suddenly felt that there was a feeling of love between him and Ouyang Hong. When he thought of this, his heart started to beat fast, and no one dared to look at Ouyang.

Red, is this what it feels like to be in love? Xia Jian cursed in his heart, this is too fucking uncomfortable.

When Xia Jian and Ouyang Hong returned to the town government compound, the village chiefs of more than a dozen villages had almost arrived. Ouyang Hong said to Secretary Li: "Xiao Li, let everyone enter the conference room, let's have a meeting."

Xiao Li is a girl in her mid-twenties, wearing glasses, of medium height, and looks relatively gentle. Ouyang Hong said that she had just graduated from university and was assigned to work in Pingyang Town.

The conference room was a connected room with several tables. Behind the tables were long rows of chairs. Looking at the town government's rudimentary office equipment, Xia Jian secretly made up his mind that he must change this place. This is the whole town.

human face.

Ouyang Hong greeted Xia Jian to sit in the front row, and he sat on the podium. Ouyang Hong whispered a few words to Xiao Li, and Xiao Li counted the number of people one by one and gave Ouyang Hong an OK

gesture.

Ouyang Hong coughed dryly, stopped the chatter, and then said: "I summoned everyone here in such a hurry today because I want to tell you a good thing, that is, we are going to move Xiping Village to Pingyang Town

This section of rural road has been hardened into a cement road."

As soon as Ouyang Hong's voice fell, the leaders of the villages began to discuss. Of course, they all said it. Some people said that this is unnecessary. After so many years, there is no need to harden. Of course, some people strongly agreed.

, Xia Jian sat at the front and didn't speak. He kept listening.

Ouyang Hong patted the table gently and said loudly: "Okay, I just heard that someone said that there is no need to harden the road. Who said that? Please tell me your reason."

"Mayor Ouyang, it's like this. Look at our Zhangwan Village. We only have sixty or seventy households, and almost all of them come here to go to the market. This road is less traveled. Besides, if the government issues

We don’t say anything about money to build roads, we must support it, but it seems that they want us all to do it ourselves, so forget it, our village can’t get a penny,” said a short and fat man under forty years old.

.

Ouyang Hong sneered and said: "If I remember correctly, you are Zhang Hai, the head of Zhangwan Village! As the head of a village, why do you have such an ideological consciousness? I just said that you want your village to

Money? Who else doesn’t want to harden this road? It’s just nonsense. After all these years, according to you, we should live in a primitive society.”

Ouyang Hong suddenly became furious, and the venue was so quiet that one could hear the sound even if a pin dropped.

It’s no wonder that the reason for the slow development of rural areas is that people’s minds have not yet been liberated. Everything is thinking about the past and business as usual. If you can’t eliminate the old and innovate, how can you talk about development? Only then did Xia Jian understand that Guo Meili was not optimistic about rural investment.

The real reason.

The village chief of Zhangwang Village is in his thirties, a capable man, and his name is Li Guiping. He is sitting next to Xia Jian. When they entered the house just now, they chatted with each other for a few words, and he smiled slightly and said: "Mayor Ouyang

, just say what you want to do. We, the more than 200 households in Zhangwang Village, will never hold anyone back."

Zhangwang Village is also a large administrative village, just downstream of Xiping Village, about ten miles away. Their village was also affected by the disaster this time, but the situation was not very bad.

"Village Chief Li said it well. Let me give you a rough plan and let's discuss it later. This time the rural road is hardened, starting from Xiping Village and ending at Pingyang Town. It is about 15 kilometers. There are 16 administrative villages along the way. This time the township road will be hardened.

The person in charge of road hardening is our Mr. Xia, who is now the head of Xiping Village."

When Ouyang Hong said this, Xia Jian had to stand up and say hello to everyone. Immediately, someone behind him said: "You are still the village chief at such a young age. It seems that there is really no one in Xiping Village." If this was the case in normal times, Xia Jian

The Jockey Club would argue with him for a few words, but not today.

"What's wrong! I heard someone say that he is too young to be the village chief? Then let me tell you, even though he is younger than any of you, he is now the boss of Fuchuan City Entrepreneurship Group, and is responsible for the post-disaster reconstruction of Xiping Village

, it was his leader who did it. If you are not convinced, you can go to Xiping Village now to see if any of your villages can compare with the current appearance of the village." Ouyang Hong became more and more angry as she spoke.

She patted the table again habitually, and continued: "In the second batch of reconstruction of Xiping Village, he came back with a loan of 2.5 million. Now in Xiping Village, every household lives in a new house with red bricks and blue tiles.

A cooperative has also been established, and the vegetable greenhouses of more than ten acres will be put into production soon. This is the road to wealth. You must learn from him instead of looking down upon him."

"Mayor Ouyang, please organize everyone to go to Xiping Village to study when you have time. I heard from the villagers that Xiping Village is different from the past," Li Guiping said, with a look of yearning on his face.

Ouyang Hong nodded and said: "This is necessary. Let me talk about the distribution of the work of hardening the rural road this time. Xiping Village is in charge of it. All expenses will be paid by Xiping Village. The remaining villages will be divided according to their population.

Produce labor and provide sand and gravel.”

As soon as Ouyang Hong finished speaking, everyone started to talk in low voices. As long as they were not given village money, everything would be fine. Farmers have plenty of strength, so why don't they just do some work? Xia Jian knew this best.

Sure enough, Zhang Hai, who had been criticized just now, stood up with a big belly and said: "I agree with this. There is plenty of sand and gravel in the Xichuan River, but how much should our village pay? This needs to be clarified, because we are a small village.

Doing too much is also a problem.”

Ouyang Hong glanced at Xia Jian, meaning to ask for his opinion. Xia Jian immediately understood. He turned around and smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry! Village Chief Zhang, how much material will be needed to harden this road? When the road construction team arrives,

, I will ask them to calculate the total number of materials, and then divide them according to the number of people in our sixteen villages."

"That's good, very fair," Zhang Hai said and sat down.

Ouyang Hong laughed and asked: "Do you have any other opinions? If so, please put them forward, otherwise I will give them unanimous approval. If any village cannot complete the task, don't blame me for being rude."

Ouyang Hong said very firmly, and Xia Jian also saw the toughness in her work. Regardless of these rural people, ordinary people really can't lead, and what's more, they are the top figures in every village.

The meeting ended like this. Xia Jian looked outside and found that it was getting dark, so he hurriedly said goodbye to Ouyang Hong.

Ouyang Hong laughed and said: "Don't worry, we're here, let's have a casual meal together!"

"Is there anything delicious in Pingyang Town? Besides, it's so late, so I'd better go back and eat my mother's cooking!" Xia Jian said, turned around and left.

Ouyang Hong stood in front of Xia Jian with one side of her body, and said with a slightly unhappy face: "How come you don't know any sense of humor? I am a woman, and I treat you to dinner, but you are so picky.

Are there people like you? Besides, the fried noodles at Lao Yang’s house in the east of the village are really good, but it’s not enough for you to change the taste.”

This is indeed true. After Ouyang Hong said this, Xia Jian felt that he had gone too far. He smiled and said, "I'll say hello to Fang Fang and we'll go together."
Chapter completed!