Outside Sanshi Village, beside Jingdong Road.
"Uncle Guirong, when will Xin'anjiang immigrants arrive? I've been squatting for a long time." Lei Jiaren, a young Shezu in a blue and black blouse, beat his leg.
"Guirong, how long will they live in Xin'anjiang? How many days will my house give them? We can't stay here all the time. Our own house is crowded now."
"Guirong, can we discuss the land again? Alas, you are our cadre, and we can't just consider immigration. Our team can't grow much food by itself. What should we do if we give them so much land?"
"Yes, it's not just their team. Our team also has less land. The commune members quarrel with me every day. What do you want me to do? Do they pay compensation or do we plant food?"
"Guirong, they should have enough food to eat, right? When will they start to pay the public food? When we are young and old, everyone is in a large group. They should help us, right?"
"Guirong..."
"Guirong..."
The commune members talked about Yan Guirong, the captain of the group.
Yan Guirong, the captain, stood in the crowd, calmly smoking dry tobacco. I was still in the wind.
He was calm, and the people beside him could not wait: "Guirong, have a word."
Yan Guirong slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke, letting the smoke smoke his face: "It's no use talking to me. Chen Yan, the new secretary of the Communist Party of China, went to Chun'an to pick up the immigrants. He will arrive later. If you want to tell him, I'm just a second in command.
Ren Meihua, the women's director, came to Yan Guirong's side. She worried: "Everyone has such a big opinion that our work is not done well."
Yan Guirong pointed to the other side of the mountain and said, "Look over there, the two villages of Yeba Lane and Yeyuan in the Yechuan Agricultural Association before, and Wengbian later, these three villages were merged into our Sanshi Village. The work is easy to do, people have everything, and the villagers know their roots. Now is the time for immigrants to come here empty handed. We still have to provide land and housing. It is not the time for us to settle on an equal footing. How can we do this work without any subsidy? "
Ren Meihua also kept silent. During this period of time, their mouths were worn out and they managed to coordinate the housing and land. It was far from the standard. She glanced at Yan Guirong and said, "I think if you were a secretary yourself, you wouldn't say that. You just have feelings."
Yan Guirong took another puff of smoke and said, "I want to do a book. Otherwise, as a stranger, can he sincerely serve our village? If he lies down and doesn't work, it's OK. But he is so young, I'm afraid he is not stable at all. He is reckless and always wants to do something, and eventually causes a lot of trouble."
Ren Meihua looked anxiously at the winding mountain road and said, "I hope the migrants can have enough food now, so that all kinds of problems can be solved slowly."
Yan Guirong, however, said, "You still need to worry about that? The immigrants are from Fuyu County, and there are immigration subsidies."
After saying that, Yan Guirong turned his head to look at the group behind him and said, "You know how to shout all day long. Can you read some books and learn more? Chun'an is a Grade A rich county, and who is short of you? How long will you stay? You first worry about whether people will dislike your broken house!"
The villagers' expressions relaxed a lot when they said this. Yes, they are so good that they won't miss their things.
"Ah, here we are, here we are." Ren Meihua pointed to a few charcoal carts flickering around the mountain.
Everyone looked at it.
The car rounded the dangerous winding road and finally stopped in front of them.
"Let's go, meet the new leaders and members." Yan Guirong knocked his cigarette gun on the sole of his shoe, pinned it to his waist, and walked forward.
A young man rolled down from the car.
Yan Guirong squeezed out a smile and held out his hand. "Chen Zhishu, we meet again."
Ren Meihua looks at Yan Guirong's fake smile, but she has no choice but to follow him, thinking that this new secretary will be a good one.
Chen Yangang shook hands with Yan Guirong, but suddenly a wave of nausea came up, and he almost turned sideways: "Ouch!"
Yan Guirong quickly raised his foot and almost didn't vomit it. He thought it was dangerous, and he would be hit one second later.
Chen Yan stroked his chest and hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, sorry, the mountain road at the head of Ma Ling killed me, and all my viscera were displaced. Sorry, sorry, the immigrants are right behind me, and I have to vomit. Ouch, vomit."
Not waiting for Yan Guirong to be lucky for a while, the next two people landed on his feet as if they had eyes, and Yan Guirong's face suddenly turned purple. I still haven't dodged.
Ren Meihua didn't have time to appreciate Yan Guirong's embarrassment. She was attracted by the scene in front of her. She saw a group of shabby, unkempt, gaunt immigrants coming down from the charcoal cart in front. She was stunned for a moment.
Yan Guirong was about to scold the street. As soon as he looked up, he saw this group of immigrants like beggars. He also froze and forgot to shake the dirt on his feet.
"Didn't it say that Fuyu County came?" The members were confused.
Lei Jiaren, a teenager of the She nationality, was embarrassed to use Jingning dialect. Instead, he changed the She language and asked his compatriots nearby: "Could it be a mistake? Why did he pull a cart of beggars?"
"This is a big trouble." Ren Meihua said these words slowly.
Chen Yan supported his chest, and it was not easy to recover. At this time, a middle-aged man came over. Chen Yancai straightened up and said, "This is Director Liu Feng of the district."
Director Liu Feng said, "The Xin'anjiang immigrants are right there. Go and pick them up."
Yan Guirong and Ren Meihua looked at each other and saw the solemn color in each other's eyes.
"Here, here, take down the things, go here." Yan Guirong shouted for a long time, but nothing happened to the group.
"What are you shouting in our local dialect? You should speak in the official dialect, and speak slowly." Chen Yan also came up and said to the immigrants in Jingning dialect, "Everybody move things down, follow me." After that, Chen Yan said in Jingning dialect, "Come on, help our new members move things."
Jingning people like to use modal particles to speak Putonghua with a hometown accent. They don't distinguish between flat tongue and cocky tongue. Every sentence will have a rhythmic change after it is said, which is a bit like half speaking and half singing.
The immigrants from Xin'anjiang also came up. They said Chunpu with a strong accent, "Secretary, where is the village?"
Chen Yan pointed to the other side of the mountain: "It's at the foot of the mountain, oh, and on the hillside, as well as behind the mountain. Just go down the path later. Be careful and don't fall."
"Is your village so fragmented?" Xin'anjiang immigrants looked at each other.
Yan Guirong shakes the dirty things on his feet. He wanders around for a while, then returns with a puzzled face: "No, it's different from the number reported before. Why are there ten more people?"
Ren Meihua, the women's director, also looked at Chen Yan.
Chen Yan said: "The situation has changed a little. In addition to those who were originally determined to accept immigrants, ten more people have been added temporarily. These people have come back from Kaihua and have been hiding in Chun'an Mountain. This time, a group of people have been mobilized. By the way, how do you coordinate the house and land?"
Look at me and I look at you.
Chen Yan frowned, "Haven't you fixed it yet?"
Yan Guirong diverted the topic and said, "You have added more people temporarily, and the original ones have not been arranged. How can we deal with them now?"
Chen Yan said: "For the rest, let the brigade cadres, team cadres and party members come to provide housing first, and let the immigrants live first."
Yan Guirong looks at Chen Yan in embarrassment.
Chen Yan said unhappily, "What are you looking at? At this time, if Party members and cadres don't come forward first, who do you want to come forward?"
Yan Guirong drew out his smoking gun from his waist again. He said, "You don't have to look at how many people came here. This house is not enough."
Chen Yan asked him, "How much work have you finished before?"
Ren Meihua is a little embarrassed.
Yan Guirong said, "Don't you wait for your new secretary all the time? Without your leadership, we can't bite the hard bone."
Chen Yan frowned, but he couldn't figure it out at such a time. He could only say: "Well, let's help them move things to the side, let the car go first, and let's see which village we are going to. Oh, yes, those ten immigrants who have moved twice, you should pay attention to that. They returned to Chun'an after fighting with weapons. You should pay more attention to that."
"What!" Yan Guirong and Ren Meihua were both shocked.
