"Uncle! Come on, come on, sit down quickly! Sit down quickly! It's warm on the kang!" Wang Zhong enthusiastically led the old party secretary into the house.

The old party secretary looked at Wang Zhong's house. It was very different from other houses in the village. In Wang Zhong's house, the walls around him were filled with paintings and calligraphy.

"My dear, when did you do this?"

"How about it! I wrote it all by myself in my free time." As he spoke, Wang Zhong had already brought the stove to the Kang table.

The old party secretary looked at the big characters hanging on the wall with some surprise. Some of them were recognized, some of them were not. "Can't you tell? You can also calligraphy?"

Wang Zhong walked in again carrying a clay pot and said jokingly, "Hey, uncle, I didn't realize it, you still know calligraphy!"

The old party secretary glared at Wang Zhong, then raised his head slightly and said with some pride, "Your uncle and I have also been the village party secretary!"

"That's right!" Wang Zhong smiled and gave a thumbs up, and said very cooperatively.

The old party secretary looked at the decoration in the room with interest. Wang Zhong quickly put the fried peanuts and two plates of washed cabbage and radishes on the table. He took out a bottle of white wine and poured a glass for the old party secretary.

The old party secretary closed his eyes, lowered his head to the cup and smelled it, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

"fragrant!"

The old party secretary shook his head and couldn't help but pick up the bowl and take a sip first.

The wine was very strong, but it was not only spicy, but also had a mellow aroma of grains. As soon as the wine entered his throat, the old party secretary showed an uncontrollable look of enjoyment on his face.

Now that he is nearly seventy years old, the old party secretary has no other pursuits. He just hopes that his children and grandchildren will be successful and start a family as soon as possible so that he can have his great-grandchildren as soon as possible. And then there is this drink.

But life is usually difficult, let alone drinking, it would be nice to have enough food.

It is only during the holidays that we have the opportunity to satisfy our cravings.

"Uncle, don't just drink wine, eat a piece of mutton first!"

While he was talking, Wang Zhong had already picked two pieces of fat and thin mutton from the pot and sent them to the old party secretary's bowl.

"There is meat to eat and wine to drink!" Seeing the mutton tumbling in the boiling soup in the pot and smelling the alluring aroma, the old party secretary shook his head and said with emotion, "I have lived for most of my life, but I never expected that the next day would be the end of the world."

Even though I am old, I can still live such a prosperous life."

As he spoke, the old party secretary's eyes involuntarily moved towards Wang Zhong, and a smile from the heart appeared on his old face covered with traces of time.

There was a bit of relief and a bit of happiness in his expression.

The aroma of wine came to his nostrils, and the old branch secretary got drunk again. He couldn't help but pick up the bowl and was about to take another sip. Suddenly, he paused, his expression changed, he put the wine bowl down again, and raised his eyebrows to look at Wang Zhong.

"You kid, you are drinking and eating meat all day long. This is not how you live your life."

Although his tone was slightly harsh, it was mixed with concern.

"Uncle! You have wronged me!" Wang Zhong said with an innocent look on his face, "How can I not drink and eat meat like this? I have something to discuss with you, so I gritted my teeth and had a meal!"

"I don't know you yet!" The old party secretary glanced at Wang Zhong, and then said seriously, "Now is not the past. Since you choose to return to our Yongquan Village, your life cannot be the same as before."

"You don't have a job now, and the land you've been allocated is all wasteland. You haven't started to cultivate it yet. There will definitely be no harvest in the first few years. I know you still have money in your pocket, but now you are sitting on nothing. No matter how much money you have,

, there is always a day spent.”

"You're right!" Wang Zhong nodded and said, "It's really not a long-term solution to just sit back and have nothing. I'm already looking for a way out."

"Are you already looking?" the old party secretary asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

"Wait a minute, did you say something happened just now?" The old party secretary suddenly remembered what Wang Zhong said just now and asked, "Is this the matter?"

"That's it!" Wang Zhong said.

"Why don't you tell me quickly!" The old party secretary was a little anxious.

Wang Zhong picked up the wine bowl and said with a smile, "Don't worry, let's drink first and we'll talk while we eat."

The two touched each other and each took a sip.

"Okay, if you have something to say, hurry up and don't keep trying to keep people's appetites." The old branch secretary and Kuai Zi used both hands to urge while eating mutton.

Wang Zhong picked up a piece of mutton and said, "Uncle, may I ask you a question first?"

"What's the problem?" The old party secretary didn't stop talking. Yanchi's Tan sheep is famous throughout the country and has been served at state banquets countless times. Coupled with Wang Zhong's fourth-level cooking skills, it's hard to say how delicious it is.

Wang Zhong asked, "You have been the village party secretary for so many years. Do you think the lives of the villagers can become more prosperous just by farming?"

As soon as these words came out, the old branch secretary paused in his eating movements, his face darkened slightly, and his eyes became complicated and deep. He sighed, picked up the bowl and took a big sip. He pondered for a moment before saying, "Over the years, it's not just us.

In Yongquan Village, the entire Gangou Township, and even the entire Xihaigu, the output of the fields is getting less and less every year, and life is becoming more and more difficult! It is also prosperous there."

"The past few years have been good, with nothing to support us. The situation is not bad. After a year of hard work, it is barely enough for the family to eat. But if we encounter a bad year, we can only rely on government relief."

The old party secretary did not hide Wang Zhong's intention. The current situation of Yongquan Village can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye, so there is no need to deliberately hide anything.

It has been half a year since Wang Zhong came to Yongquan Village. Even if he didn't say it, Wang Zhong could tell.

"Why!"

As he spoke, the old branch secretary sighed again, and his heart became heavy. He said rather sadly, "In recent years, people in the village have not dared to have children. It's not that they can't give birth, but they are afraid that they won't be able to feed them!"

It’s only in the past few years that we have started to catch Chaosheng, but in Yongquan Village it has been many years, and many families have had single transmission.

In other places, people have five or six energetic children, but in Yongquan Village, the number of people like Ma Huashui who gave birth to three children over the years is already too many.

Especially in recent years, there have been fines for over-pregnancy, and the villagers are having a hard time, and they don't have the spare money to pay the fines.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Like the old party secretary himself, Li Da has one son, only Shuiwang and one grandson. Three generations of single generations live a normal life. During the slack season,

, three tons a day are also potatoes.

It’s not that I don’t want to give birth and I can’t give birth, it’s that I don’t dare to give birth and I can’t afford to give birth to a child.

This alone is enough to explain everything.

In the final analysis, it is caused by the word "poor".

Wang Zhongdao said, "Uncle, there is a saying in the book that says well, if you are poor, you will think, if you think, you will change, and if you change, you will be successful!"

"What do you mean?" The old branch secretary had never read any books and could only recognize some words.

Wang Zhong did not explain directly, but instead asked, "Have you ever thought that the reason why we can't grow food in the fields is because the villagers are lazy and refuse to work hard? Or is it because the villagers don't know how to farm?"

"How is that possible!" said the old party secretary, "We have been farmers for decades, how can we not know how to farm? In Yongquan Village, even the young men like Shuiwang and Debao have grown up in the fields.

Anyone who has grown up through hard work will be a good hand in business and field."

There are no rural people who can't farm. Even the old branch secretary, who is nearly 70 years old, still goes to the fields every day as long as it is not a slack season. Even in the slack season, he is not idle and has nothing to do.

"And after the crops are packaged and delivered to each household, enough is paid to the state, enough is retained by the collective, and the rest belongs to the people themselves. Which of the villagers does not work hard, and which of the villagers does not care about the crops? But the food produced in the fields is still

It’s getting less and less every year,…sigh…”

As he spoke, the old party secretary had a sigh on his face, sighed helplessly, his face became gloomy, and his expression became more and more sad. This matter has become a worry for the old party secretary, and even for the entire village of Yongquan Village.

When Wang Zhong saw this, he felt deeply in his heart and said, "Since the output of the fields is not as good as every year, why don't we think of ways to change it?"

"Change? How?" the old party secretary asked puzzledly.

Wang Zhong said, "Since the food grown in the fields is not enough to eat, let's not live on just one acre of land."

"We farmers don't live by farming, what else can we rely on?" The old party secretary became increasingly puzzled.

"Uncle, times have changed now."

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "In the past, we had no choice but to farm, but now the economy is getting better and better. Our Yongquan Village is poor, but the outside world may not be as poor as us. The output of the land is getting less and less, so don't

Just point to the fields and ask the villagers to work nearby during the slack time to find ways to make money. With the money earned, they can buy food, improve their lives and improve their quality of life. With money, the children in our village can also read

If you can afford to study, you can go to technical secondary school or university like his elder brother Debao."

"Easy to say!" The old branch secretary sighed and said with some self-deprecation, "If this money was so easy to earn, then our Xihaigu wouldn't be so poor!"

The entire Gangou Township, and even the entire Xihaigu, are almost the same as Yongquan Village, poor and backward.

"These days are made by people. In the past, life was so difficult, didn't we survive it?"

Wang Zhongdao said, "I do have some connections that allow the villagers to earn some money during their off-farm time, but I have just started doing it, and I may not be able to hire a few people at the beginning."

"What way?" the old party secretary immediately asked impatiently.

"I haven't been buying a batch of modular cabinets recently! I happened to have a relationship with a boss named Wang who was doing decoration and selling furniture in the county. I signed a contract with him and I came to help him design, produce drawings and plans.

, his workers are responsible for the decoration.”

"What drawings? What plans?" the old party secretary asked puzzledly. These words were still too new for him.

Wang Zhong said, "It's just ideas. He's responsible for finding jobs, and I'll come up with ideas and tell them how to decorate."

"If you always agree, I can make connections and find a few people from the village who are down-to-earth, hard-working, hard-working, and preferably young and smart. Go and learn from them first, and then we can learn from them in the future.

Then you can bring people with you, and you can even create your own decoration team to pick up jobs outside."

"Learn from others? Are they willing to teach?" What the old party secretary said has no confidence. It is not surprising that the old party secretary would think so. Many people nowadays have relatively old ideas. Even if they are teaching disciples, they always like to hold back because they are afraid of the church.

The apprentice starved the master to death.

Many excellent things in the past have been submerged in the long river of history and completely dissipated because of this concept.

Many excellent and special technologies have been completely cut off from inheritance because of this concept of self-preservation.

"Uncle, isn't it me?" Wang Chong smiled and filled the bowl of wine for the old party secretary.
To be continued...