After hearing her say, Song Qingyun smiled bitterly. Although Wan Xinke is usually a brave woman, he cannot refuse once the villagers ask her for something.

Living in a rural society, a human relationship, anyone must follow the principles of dealing with the world, otherwise social death is not a joke.

On the second day, Song Qingyun brought Wan Xinke and Chen Dagou into the city, and he was going to work in the city for a few days.

After the Spring Festival, everyone returned to their former work and life.

Chen Dagou's procedures were not complicated and they were completed on the same day. Song Qingyun contacted another car that would go to Hongshi Village tomorrow. It happened that a comrade from a township wanted to go to the mountains to do something, so that they could take their mother and son home.

That night, Wan Xinke could only live at Song Qingyun's house.

As soon as he entered the door, Song Qingyun found that the Empress Dowager was there too.

The Queen Mother stayed in W City for fifteen days a month, first to look at the decoration of her new house, and second to adapt to local life.

After all, she only has the son Song Qingyun. Once the house is installed, she will come to live with our Comrade Song.

She is now familiar with the nearby teahouse owner, Mayou, and the neighbor next door, and has initially established interpersonal relationships.

When Song's mother was surprised to see Chen Dagou and his son, the three of them chatted all night.

Wan Xinke is a standard rural woman with a loud voice, strong personality, talk a lot, and gossip. In many places, she is similar to the Queen Mother. The two are very close to each other and do not express themselves.

I started working in the unit again, and something happened that day.

Isn't it rainy season recently? God is like a colander. It rains every day. Although it is not heavy, it takes about ten days to make people moldy and get rid of the road.

Speaking of this, some people may wonder. Now that every village is open, there must be cement roads where someone lives, so how can it be damaged?

This is the case. The scope under Qianjin Street is mainly located in the radius of dozens of kilometers around the train station in W City. There is a freight platform at the railway station, and there are a large amount of materials for decoration in the sky. When the trucks are at the longest, they can be shipped out a long queue of one kilometer.

The freight platform leading to the train is an underpass tunnel. Every summer, water accumulates when it rains heavily. Cars have stalled in the water or even scrapped.

This year, the city has made up its mind to rectify this traffic problem and renovate the underpass tunnel for a month.

After the tunnel was closed, trucks could only pass through a village road in the next village.

The current double-bridge four-bridge trucks are not a joke. They are crazy overloading. The standard is 20 tons, and people dare to exceed 100 tons.

After a month, the cement road was crushed to pieces, revealing the yellow mud under the foundation.

After ten consecutive days of rain, it was raining, and it was inconvenient for villagers to pass through, and many accidents occurred: the old lady fell into the mud, and the villagers' cars were deeply trapped in it and could not extricate themselves...

At the same time, a large number of trucks were stuck on the road and blocked them for two kilometers.

The locals were angry and reported to the streets and the city, but the reality was there, and it was impossible for you to not allow trucks to pass or directly close the freight platform of the railway station, right?

The city and the street mediated several times, but there was no effect.

Seeing that the problem was delayed and not solved, the villagers called the "Public New Rural" column team of the regional and municipal TV station to report.

The reporter from the local municipal station did not notify the local comrades and went directly to the village for interviews, recording many scenes of people complaining that their production and life were greatly affected.

They first contacted the street by phone, and then went directly to block the leader.

Fortunately, Secretary Zhong and Director Lu were not there that day, so the reporters caught Deputy Secretary Wu.

Fatty Wu was also unlucky. He happened to be on duty today and was tried by a young girl from the city station like a prisoner. She was sweating all over and stuttered for a long time but didn't say anything.

The reporter is a little girl, and she is also annoying. She rushed back to the regional city that night, and briefly edited it and it was broadcast on the show - there is no way, because it is an economically strong city, and there are not many administrative districts under the jurisdiction of local cities, including the city government headquarters, the city W city and Hushui County, one district, one city and one county, and the local area is small, and there are only so many news. The dishes are all caught in the plate. Now there is a hot news. If you go to the street, you will be.

During the show, Fatty Wu was flushed and sweated profusely by the beautiful reporter. Two obvious sweat marks spread under his armpits, making him feel indescribable.

Seeing this scene, Secretary Zhong was naturally furious, and even the good-looking Director Lu became popular.

The next day, she went to the on-site office to work. Song Qingyun was also unlucky. She was caught on work on the first day she came back. Not only did she step on the mud, but her pants were covered with mud.

When they arrived in the village, what else could they say? They could only do ideological work for the masses. They said that the goods platform is the material transfer hub in our city. If it is closed, it will cause huge losses to our city. Besides, the railway system is not under the jurisdiction of the local government!

A group of villagers cursed in anger, causing huge economic losses to our city. What do you mean is that we are still criminals. Do you want to arrest us and close the room?

Director Lu said that it would not be true, I just hope that everyone can take the overall situation into consideration.

The villagers scolded again, "The overall situation is nothing to do with us." Our current situation is that adults cannot go out to work, children cannot go to school, and elderly people have to fall off when walking. This is our overall situation.

Director Lu advised again that the renovation will be completed in half a month after the tunnel is under. Can you bear it? That’s all.

"Tolerance, why should we tolerate it? What are you saying?" Both sides were angry, and the villagers were excited and came up to push the street staff.

When Song Qingyun saw that, he was not good, this was a group incident. He was the first to react and pulled Director Lu and ran away.

The villagers refused to give up and grabbed the mud on the ground and threw it over like raindrops.

Fortunately, Song Qingyun and Director Lu ran fast and were not hit. Xiao Liu and Qiao An who was driving were in trouble.

Xiao Liu's car was covered with yellow mud, and Qiao An directly pushed a lump on his head.

After all, Qiao An was a girl, and her eyes were red. Seeing that she was about to cry, Director Lu hurriedly let her and Xiao Liu have a fuss and asked them to go back to change clothes, take a shower and wash the car.

At this moment, a reporter from "Public New Countryside" called again to inquire about the follow-up solutions to the matter.

Director Lu was so angry that he almost smashed his phone.

Song Qingyun saw that Lao Lu, you can't do this. The reporter could offend him. He hurriedly grabbed Lao Lu's mobile phone and reported his name. He said that Director Lu is now discussing with farmers how to solve this problem. Don't worry, Director Lu said that he would ensure that the road is opened within today and will never affect the production and life of the villagers.

Anyway, I just shouted the slogans and slapped my chest so that I almost injured my internal injuries.

After dealing with the reporter, Lao Lu shook his head: "Song Qingyun, you ran so fast just now."

Song Qingyun: "You must be relieved by saving the Lord, and the Lord humiliated his minister to die."

Who is he? He is the first secretary of the bandit nest in Hongshi Village, the head of the poverty alleviation work group. After more than half a year there, I don’t know how many conflicts have occurred with the tough villagers, so I have trained early.

If he didn't even have this ability, he would have been hammered to death by Wan Xinke at the beginning.

Director Lu had a bitter face: "Don't joke, I'm so worried."

Song Qingyun: "The master is worried about the minister's humiliation."

Director Lu: "Come again..."

After scolding Song Qingyun a few words, he sighed: "Song Qingyun, you really have to make mistakes if you say too much. You also said that you must make sure to open the road today. A reporter called to ask at night, how should you reply?"

Song Qingyun had long been calculating in his heart and smiled deliberately: "Why don't you reply? I'm just a little salted fish, and I can't even be held accountable. The sky fell, and you, the tall man, are holding on to me."

Director Lu was furious and raised his yellow mud to kick him.

"Don't kick, don't kick, if you invite me to dinner, I will tell you how to pass this level."

Director Lu knew that Song Qingyun had many ghost ideas: "Okay, I'll just treat you to a meal, what should I eat?"

Song Qingyun: "Eat hot pot, go to Qianmao, the hot pot restaurant there tastes good."

Qianmao’s full name is Qianjin Trade Center. It sounds like it is a big brand, but it is actually a small market.

In the past, there were several large state-owned factories, including cement, steel, thermal power, phosphorus fertilizer, and workers and thousands of employees. Among them, the phosphorus fertilizer factory was the largest, and it was the first in the province at that time, and the workers' welfare was also good. There was a joke in the early years: "Girl, grow up quickly, and marry the phosphorus fertilizer factory when she grew up."

Thirty years ago, large state-owned factories had the tradition of running enterprises in society. This trade market was the supporting living facilities of workers in several nearby factories.

The reform and evacuated and merged into Qianjin Street.

After entering the hot pot restaurant, Song Qingyun ordered a lot of dishes without hesitation and said, "Old Lu, you are older than me, you have to pay the bill first, and pay the money now. Otherwise, when I am happy to pay the money, you will make a mistake."

Director Lu: "Where are you paying the bill before you eat? We are only two of us. Can we eat so many dishes?"

Just after he finished serving the dishes, he understood the purpose of Song Qingyun ordering so many dishes. It turned out that the kid secretly notified Mr. Luo, the boss of the phosphate fertilizer factory.

Joining Mr. Luo, his office director, sales director and driver, were all sitting in a table.

Director Lu was very surprised. What did Song Qingyun call them for? What did he say when he and the entrepreneur eat and drink outside? Yes, I have already paid the order in advance, so I didn’t violate the discipline... This kid is very careful.

After the dishes and the tea, Song Qingyun smiled and said to Mr. Luo, "You're welcome to treat me today, the leader should not be polite." However, this meal cannot be eaten by Boss Lu for nothing, you have to make some blood."

He roughly told Mr. Luo what he encountered on the street and said: "Now the railway station is transformed through the tunnel. The road is blocked. Trucks pass through the village road in XX Village. The road is crushed to pieces, which seriously affects the lives of villagers. Can your factory support some slag and cinders and pave the road? That section of the road is not long, only about 100 meters, which takes about 1,000 tons. You can get the car and the people out, and do it today."

Mr. Luo used to be the boss of the phosphate fertilizer factory. After the reform, he successively acquired the next ferroalloy factory and thermal power plant. There are not many other factories, namely coal gangue and slag.

After listening to Song Qingyun's words, Director Lu understood why this kid brought him over to eat hot pot today.

Mr. Luo laughed and said, "Xiao Song, the slag is not valuable, just pull it casually, but is it too much for you to let me get out of the car?"

Song Qingyun stood up and said, "Mr. Luo, I can't drink alcohol during working hours, and I can't punish myself for three cups. I can only bow to you. Please be sure to help the villagers. I am on my behalf, thank you."

Mr. Luo: "Don't bow, don't bow, I'll make arrangements now. Building bridges and roads for local areas is the obligation of our factory owners."

At this moment, Song Qingyun and Mr. Luo’s office director ran to implement this matter.

General Luo and Director Lu went to the scene again. On the way, he smiled and said, "Director Lu, your general is really a character. His style of doing things is a bit similar to yours. It is really the same lineage and has all the legacy."

Director Lu looked admiring: "This kid has many ideas in his mind. It is rare to see post-90s generations like him who can do things."

Mr. Luo: "Recently, the city has selected cadres from party and government agencies to work in non-public enterprises. Why would Xiao Song send me to be a liaison officer for party building work?"

Director Lu: "Your temple is big, he is just a little boy carrying a lotus platform under Guanyin's seat, which is not suitable."

Mr. Luo looked regretful: "What a pity, I think Xiao Song is really good. If he is a deputy, I will apply directly to the city."

Mr. Luo’s group company is actively preparing for listing recently, and the problem should not be big. The company is large in scale, and Song Qingyun’s qualifications to be a party building liaison officer are indeed not enough.

With Mr. Luo’s help, things became simple, and the company was decisive and decisive. In just one hour, a large truck and loader drove to the entrance of the village.

First, I poured trucks of coal gangue into the mud, then spread it with charcoal ash and slag, and soon the road was clear.

Although the problem cannot be solved in the end, it will not be a problem to persist until the tunnel renovation project under the railway station is over.
To be continued...