The days fly by day by day, and it is the end of the year again in a blink of an eye. The cold winter is here. Although the season has not yet reached the beginning of winter, the cold current is here early, and the cold wind is blowing. Winter comes too early. It was too late again, and the winter was extraordinarily long.
The farmers have already harvested the fruits of a year's labor into the warehouse, and the town government is also working hard to formulate a plan to collect various apportioned funds (ie: three withdrawals, five pools, commonly known as "assessments"). It is difficult to recover the apportioned funds of those dryland villages. This is the biggest problem facing the leading cadres. The cadres of Baohandi Village are the loudest, because the bonuses at the end of the year are distributed equally at the end of previous years, and everyone collects too much apportioned money. The underpaid bonuses are the same, so the cadres are not motivated to collect apportioned money. Some lazy guys take advantage of the opportunity to go to the countryside to gamble in the village, and the apportioned money is owed too much, and the salaries of the cadres are always not paid. Open, so this year the leader has formulated a new strategy, the bonus should be paid out in proportion to the amount of the apportioned money recovered, so naturally the more you receive, the more you get. The villagers in Handi Village are so poor that they only have a barely supported earthen house. In bad years, they don't even have enough rations. Even if they go to rob, they have nothing to take. God did not take special care of them this year. There was drought in the first half of the year, and some rain in the second half of the year, but it came too late. There were only a few unexpected flash floods, but it was of no avail.
Secretary Qiao held a party committee leadership meeting in his big office to discuss various matters related to collection and apportionment. The meeting has been held for several days, and this afternoon the plan was finally finalized and a document was formed. Liu Xu brought the draft and asked Lu Lili to print it out and send a copy to each leader. Xue Bing was naturally inseparable from this job. Call to proofread the document and assist Lu Lili to print it. After Lu Lili complained twice as usual, she cursed, clacked and clattered on the keyboard, and started typing. Xue Bing had already seen this woman's behavior. On the ground, when she was overwhelmed and pushed out a few pieces of paper, Lu Lili stood up and left, joking and chatting in the lively accounting office. Xue Bing sat there alone and proofread carefully, and circled the typo with a pen when he found it. After proofreading, he went to the accounting office and brought it to Lu Lili. A document was sent to the leaders. Xue Bing was already very proficient at this job, and she couldn't do without her every time she printed documents, but the black and greasy mimeograph still inevitably stuck to her hands. Lu Lili sat at the side and carefully flipped through the paper, fearing that the ink would stick to her hands, she was still complaining incessantly, as if she was doing the most difficult job in the world, receiving the most unfair treatment, suffering and hatred be ruthless.
She was not in the mood to listen to Lu Lili's complaints. She pushed the oil roller and stared at the document. She printed more than a dozen copies. She was about to memorize this short document. The leader is naturally the commander-in-chief, and the leaders of other sub-sections are the team leaders. The personnel are divided into ten groups, and the villages and communities are disrupted. In the past, whoever pays where and who goes where has to be apportioned, but how many are good for each group. The cooperatives with the highest funds are matched with a few cooperatives that are difficult to collect apportioned funds. The good and the bad are evenly matched, and the division is very careful. She and Huang Juan also participated in the apportionment of funds, and they were the only two women participating. This news was no longer news to her. Zhou Mei, who was well-informed, had disclosed it to them while the meeting was still in progress. The two were assigned to the group led by deputy mayor Li Zhang who was in charge of family planning. At first, deputy mayor Li objected, thinking that the two inexperienced girls going to the countryside to apportion money would be a trouble for him, but Joe The secretary insisted on asking the two of them to exercise (the most important thing is to want Huang Juan to exercise, she is just a match), deputy mayor Li had no choice but to give up, and used Hu Ping as a bargaining chip to join their group. Speaking of Hu Ping, I believe everyone is no stranger to it. This outspoken, gambler-like, gangster-like character is a fierce general who collects apportionments. At this time of year, he is the "sweet pastry" that the leaders scramble for. Hu Ping With the working method of "blurring first, scolding second, and hands-on third", he has won many "treacherous and stubborn households" in the "assessment issue", and has been highly praised by the leaders. He is a special person in Secretary Qiao's mind. For example, Secretary Qiao always maintains a majestic and inviolable dignity on weekdays. When everyone sees Secretary Qiao, they are also cautious and ingratiating. Some people even said that "accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger", except for Hu Ping. He thought that when the "tiger" was in a good mood, he made jokes about the "tiger", and the "tiger" not only did not get angry, but also cooperated happily. It's like a resentful woman in the deep palace was accidentally lucky by the emperor. Because of this honor, Hu Ping was so proud that "ordinary people" didn't pay attention to it at all, and he walked "bumpy" as if he was about to fly.
Their group also has a general Wang Dalong who is second only to Hu Ping, so their group is the most powerful. That morning, Secretary Qiao personally sat in his car to send them to the countryside to ask for apportionment money. In the car were deputy mayor Zhang, she and Huang Juan. Huang Juan was very excited and chattered non-stop along the way. For Huang Juan, going to the countryside was just about going out and having fun.
The white Mitsubishi car galloped along the gravel dirt road when she came. The inside of the car was warm and bumpy, as comfortable as sitting in a cradle, making people drowsy. There was a cloud of dust flying outside the car window, and there was no earthy smell in the car. This was her first time in a car, and she couldn't help but think of the scene of sitting in a bus filled with yellow dust. After walking for more than half an hour, the car turned north on a road leading to the mountain. The road became more and more rugged, and the mountain became more and more steep and straight. We walked along the winding mountain road for about half an hour. For more than an hour, a half-hillside was exposed in front of the hillside, surrounded by some terraced fields. On the half-hillside, there were dozens of adobe houses scattered here and there. There were a few conspicuous red brick houses in the middle of the adobe houses. The neatly built, spacious red brick house stopped in front of the courtyard. Several people came out of the house. Among them, she had seen two people many times and often returned to the town. They were the secretary of the village committee and the head of the village. Some of them were probably the village president and the village accountant, and the group shook hands with Secretary Qiao enthusiastically. Back in the house, Secretary Qiao first introduced Huang Juan to the brigade secretary of the village, the owner of the house, and asked him to arrange a suitable residence.
A group of people chatted around Secretary Qiao. In the yard, two villagers were slaughtering a big fat sheep, and the wife of the brigade secretary was busy preparing dishes for the wine in the kitchen.
This village committee is called Li Sangou, one of the poorest villages in this town. The whole village has only a few dozen acres of irrigated land. There are seven communes, and two communes allocate money to their group.
They waited at the village head's house for more than two hours. Hu Ping and Wang Dalong arrived on motorcycles, and the head of the village led them to go door-to-door to ask for apportionment. The president said that in this village, there are several stubborn families who have settled down and owed the apportioned money for several years. payment. Hu Ping said aggressively: "Hmph! If you don't pay, you can go directly to the granary to dig grain." Then, they walked to two dilapidated low adobe houses. A big road, with some firewood piled up in front of the door, the president said as he walked, there lived a widow old woman and her bachelor son. Assessed.
"Look at this dilapidated state, there is not even a courtyard wall!" said the president.
Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door of this house, an unpleasant smell came in. Huang Juan held her nose and immediately retreated. There were some porcelain pots, porcelain urns and other things piled up in the corner of the room. An old woman Bent and sweeping the floor with a tattered broom, there was a man lying on a large kang. When they came in, the man ignored him and lay there without moving. When people came in, the hut immediately became cramped, and the old woman took a few steps back timidly. Hu Ping and Wang Dalong shouted at the man lying on the kang at the same time: "Get up! Pay the apportionment!" The president said to the old woman: "Zhao Did you gamble all night?" The old woman shook her head, sighed and said, "I don't know, I didn't come back until midnight." The man sat up slowly, rubbed his sleepy eyes, Glancing at them angrily, he said, "No money!" The president said flatteringly, "Zhao Leng, you've been short of your payment for a few years, so why don't you have to pay some money this year?" The president said with a glance: "No money!" Hu Ping said angrily: "No money to pay for food!"
"There's no food either!" Zhao Leng said angrily.
"Go out and borrow if you don't have one, you have to pay it this year!" Hu Ping yelled loudly. Zhao Leng didn't answer, just sat still. Hu Ping said to the president: "Let's go to the cool room. Hearing that he was going to the cool room, Zhao Leng quickly got off the kang and said: "There is a valuable thing in my house, you can take it if you want it! "
Everyone was puzzled by the sudden change in Zhao Leng's attitude, and they went out together with Zhao Leng, and went to another earthen house. The wooden board called the door reveals a chilly black hole, in which some things are piled up in disorder, a rectangular thing is covered with rags in the middle of the ground, and there are several sacks that seem to contain grain standing against the wall, two thick porcelain sacks The urn and some agricultural tools were stuffed full, Zhao Leng opened the rag with a "huh", and a cloud of dust flew up, causing everyone to cover their mouths and noses and retreat again and again. When the dust cleared, a dark coffin Suddenly appearing in front of everyone, Zhao Leng patted the coffin and gritted his teeth: "This is the new house I bought for my old lady, do you want it?" Everyone looked at the coffin in astonishment, and suddenly Hu Ping angrily went up to grab Zhao Leng's collar and scolded him. Said: "Damn, what do you mean, are you looking for death!" Zhao Leng shook off Hu Ping, pointed at Hu Ping and cursed: "You gangsters, do you want money, I want to kill you!" Hu Ping was not to be outdone , went up and pushed Zhao Leng and cursed: "Fuck you, I can't spare you today." His face was black and blue. Everyone was stunned and just stood and watched.
"Assistant!" There was a sudden shout. I don't know who reported it to Secretary Qiao, but Secretary Qiao was striding towards this side with a dark face and a gloomy face. The two stopped fighting at the same time. Hu Ping saw that Secretary Qiao was coming, just like a watchdog saw his master coming, and immediately barked. Hu Ping stepped back, picked up a big stone from the ground, and wanted to throw it at Zhao Leng.
"Hu Ping! What are you doing! Assistant!" Secretary Qiao shouted.
Hu Ping drew a parabolic fox in the air with his raised stone hand, and slowly and weakly hung down.
The next day, people from the police station came and took Zhao Leng back. It is said that he was locked up in the detention center for several days.
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