Family planning work is not as drudgery as she imagined, and it is nothing to her who is born in a rural area. This job is actually quite leisurely, and I do the "Population and Birth Control Status Report" every six months. Every village committee has a director of the women's federation, who knows the situation of the village well. When making a semi-annual report, the cadres of Baoping fill in the form based on the data provided by the director of the women's federation, and report it together. The village committee she hired was about twenty miles away from the town government. This was the nearest village to the town government. The farthest village is about sixty miles away from the town government. Every time the superior inspects, or when the semi-annual report is made, the family planning cadres go to the countryside several times, and they usually have nothing to do, so as the youngest cadre in the town, she is like "use it when you are busy", and send it wherever the busiest. Where to go? However, there are still more leisure time than busy time, especially after work every day, there are only her and Huang Juan in the whole big yard, there is no TV to watch, no entertainment activities, life is boring and boring, every day At this time, she was enjoying herself practicing calligraphy and painting, while Huang Juan kept complaining from the sidelines, swearing that she would only stay in this ghost place for a year, and she must be transferred back to the city by her father as soon as possible. Go, Huang Juan dismissed her hobbies and sneered at her. This spoiled dude is selfish, hateful, overbearing, lazy, and decadent. His biggest hobby is sleeping. When she got up, she would never take the initiative to get up early if someone did not come to her for something, and she would go to bed after having a meal at noon. She never cared about the hygiene in the hut, such as fetching water, mopping the floor, lighting the stove, etc. It doesn't matter, like a big lady, she stretches out her clothes, stretches out her hands, and opens her mouth. Xue Bing silently takes care of all the work. She doesn't want to and doesn't bother to care about Huang Juan.
The days repeat monotonously day by day, and life in the town government compound becomes more and more lonely and boring. Every weekend, Huang Juan's father's driver picked Huang Juan home on time like an alarm clock, and she was left alone in the big yard, feeling isolated and confinement-like loneliness, as well as the fear, fear, and anxiety at night. Sleeping in fear and anxiety deeply tormented her. She was afraid of spending the weekend, longing for some changes, hoping that the town government would assign new people.
She found that she had gradually integrated into the environment here unconsciously. The once full of ambition and enthusiasm were gradually replaced by a lazy, empty and decadent life day after day. Good habits were gradually left behind, she drooped her head every day like a frost-beaten eggplant, feeling like an empty person, living with no heart, no lungs and no goals, she learned to play poker, learned to Play mahjong, and the skills are getting higher and higher.
I remember not long after I came here, when everyone forced her to play poker because of lack of manpower, she was absent-minded and kept making mistakes because she didn’t like this game. Now she is looking forward to someone coming to her to play poker, set up a mahjong table, etc. Perhaps in the eyes of everyone, she has become more and more like a township cadre.
But every time she is alone, there are thousands of ants crawling around in her heart, biting her heart, touching her frightened soul, making her restless and disturbed, a voice from the bottom of her heart is calling She reminds her that this is not the life she wants, and she must never follow the crowd.
She picked up the brush that had been left aside for a while, and practiced calligraphy again.
However, this leisurely life will soon pass, and the town government is preparing to hold a meeting of "three-level cadres". Everyone was busy, Liu Xu hid in the office every day, the curtains were drawn tightly, the door was closed, thinking hard, racking his brains to write manuscripts, and other cadres went to the countryside. Xue Bing and Huang Juan helped the typist Lu Lili to proofread the manuscript in the typing room, using an old-fashioned mimeograph to print countless documents. Both hands were stained black, and no amount of detergent could completely wash off the black marks.
After a busy week, on the night before the meeting, Liu Xu called Hu Ping, Zhang Zhenhai, the driver Xiao Zhang and others to help them. They kept busy until one o'clock in the evening and finally printed, sorted, and prepared all the manuscripts. Pack one by one in a file bag. Several high stacks of file bags were piled up on the long table in the typing room. Looking at these file bags, she let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed on the long hard chair exhausted. While sweeping the waste documents all over the floor, Lu Lili complained angrily: "Every meeting prints so many documents, and every time I hold a meeting, I work overtime until midnight, and I don't know if these documents are read. It's really exhausting. I don't know when I can be transferred from this broken post."
Yang Zhenhai said: "Whoever reads these things may not be read when they are written into novels."
"As soon as I took it back, I inserted my butt, who will wait to see!" Hu Ping said with a smile on his hard chair, leaning over.
"Ah! Who will use this to stick in the ass!" Huang Juan exclaimed exaggeratedly with her mouth wide open.
The driver, Xiao Zhang, was busy silently, helping Lu Lili clean the typing room, take out the garbage, and do aftermath work.
No one has a rest this weekend. In fact, there are no weekends and holidays when you are busy with work in the township.
The next day, she and Huang Juan got up early to clean the meeting room, because Chairman Wang, who was in charge of the general affairs, arranged for them and Sister Zhang, who was in charge of the guest house, to clean the meeting room a few days ago. All the fruits of labor were destroyed and wasted, only waiting for the meeting day to be cleaned.
In the huge conference room, it was as cold as an ice cellar, covered with dust everywhere, and a thick layer of soil had accumulated on the table, chairs, and window sills. A gigantic stove in the middle of the ground was filled with ashes. Huang Juan stood at the door crying, shaking her head like a rattle. While digging the ashes, the eldest sister said that she used to clean the meeting room by herself, and she had to light the fire first, otherwise she would not be able to wipe the tables, chairs and mop the floor. Xue Bing went to the boiler room to get charcoal. The eldest sister was really fast and resolute in her work, and the two of them worked hard for more than two hours and finally cleaned the meeting room.
Those brigade secretaries, village chiefs, company chiefs, village accountants, and women's directors who came to the meeting came one after another and waited in the office of the film-packing cadres. For a while, the courtyard was full of people and noisy. Liu Xu went to the door of the meeting room to have a look, then turned and left. After a while, Secretary Qiao and Mayor Li led a large group of people into the conference room for a meeting. Xue Bing and her eldest sister went to the cafeteria to find some tea, disposable paper cups and two large teapots to pour water for the meeting participants. Then I went to the cafeteria to wipe the tables, spread the tablecloths, arrange cold dishes, bowls and chopsticks, etc. After a while, go to the smoky conference room to pour water. The cafeteria hired a few master chefs temporarily, and all the big pots came in handy. The two big iron pots were full of two pots of meat, and the aroma was overflowing, which made people drool.
The lengthy meeting was finally over. Those who had the meeting rushed out of the meeting room, sniffling, spitting, and hungry, and went straight to the cafeteria. There were more than 20 tables in the big restaurant full of people. She and her eldest sister were busy bringing big pots of meat to the dining table. The restaurant was crowded and noisy, shouting and drinking, and under the auspices of Secretary Qiao, they wished each other their old age. Seeing these people eating meat and drinking in large cups, the attractive aroma of the meat was greatly reduced, and she felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. She and her eldest sister ate some stewed vegetables at the kitchen chopping board, finished eating in a hurry, and hurried away.
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