At 5:30 in the morning, Jiang Sen was woken up by the alarm of his watch. He struggled and forced himself to get up, brushed his teeth, washed his face and toilet with half-closed eyes, and then checked out of the room before six o'clock after ten minutes. Wearing a pair of weight-bearing leggings weighing ten catties, his muscles swelled, he trotted all the way to the long-distance station in Oushun Town, and caught the first bus to Qingmin Township in the morning.
?From the typhoon border at the end of August to the beginning of October today, although the disaster relief work in Qingmin Township has ended, post-disaster reconstruction has been put on the agenda again. At this point in the morning, Jiang Sen wasn't the only one driving the car. Originally, there were seven or eight minibuses that would sit in each bus on weekdays, but today they were almost full at one time. More than half of them were holding briefcases in their hands, and quite a few of them were greeting each other, obviously all of them went to work in the county.
As soon as Jiang Sen got in the car, he chose the innermost seat, put his wallet and mobile phone in the pocket on the inner side of the car, then tilted his head, and fell asleep unconsciously after a while.
After waiting for the car to drive for nearly two hours, a burst of cheers suddenly woke him up from his sleep.
Jiang Sen first touched his pocket, everything was in it, and then he looked out through the window, and saw the minibus driving straight towards a newly built bridge, which was only about 30 to 40 meters long. Accelerating down a slope, like a roller coaster, I drove directly through a section of the road that would have taken at least 20 minutes to complete before, and I couldn't help but shouted in my heart.
After shouting, he felt uneducated, and read softly: "A bridge connects the north and the south, and the natural moat becomes a thoroughfare."
"Well said." A cadre wearing glasses looked at Jiang Sen with a smile on his face. Seeing that he was wearing the school uniform of the city, he thought Jiang Sen was a child of some royal family in Qingshan Village, and said, "Just come back, this bridge It was built when the People's Liberation Army came in for disaster relief, and it will be rebuilt in the future, but this bridge saves at least half an hour of walking back and forth in and out of the village.
You fell asleep just now, the road we just passed, there is another place over there, and a bridge needs to be built, so that you can get to Qingmin Township from the county in less than two hours, and you don¡¯t have to go there There are so many turns in the mountains. "
"Two hours" Jiang Sen muttered in his heart, it was indeed good for him, but it wasn't enough. If a direct route from the urban area to Qingmin Township can be opened, then even the time of accommodation last night would be saved. Thinking about it this way, if the mayor of Qingmin Township can do this in office, it will really be a huge contribution. But anyway, Township Chief Liu must be hopeless.
"Well, great." Jiang Sen could only reply to the cadre in this way.
The cadre asked Jiang Sen again: "Which family do you belong to in Qingshan Village?"
Jiang Sen didn't want to reveal too much, so he said casually, "Kong Shuangzhe."
"Director Kong?!" The cadre suddenly looked inexplicably surprised, but then immediately showed regret, shook his head and comforted Jiang Sen, "No wonder you came back so early, ouch, your father is sick, oh, let's not talk about it Be strong, kid."
Jiang Sen didn't care whether he was a father or not, but he was a little overwhelmed by the man's startled reaction, and asked quickly: "Your county knows about his illness? What's the matter? Has his condition worsened? Rescued or what?"
"No, no, that's not it." The old brother waved his hands again and again, hesitant to speak, "That's the thing"
Seeing him hesitating, Jiang Sen simply took out his mobile phone and turned it on, muttering, "I asked myself."
"No need." The old brother pressed Jiang Sen's hand, shook his head and said, "Son, there's no need to beat him. It's not about illness. This matter has little to do with your father, but more to do with others."
Jiang Sen was confused when he heard it, but after thinking about it carefully, he suddenly seemed to have caught something, and asked, "Is there something wrong with his work?"
"Hey!" The old brother couldn't help showing a very restrained smile, "You are really a child in the yard, this matterforget it, I'd better not tell you, or you will talk to your dad, and he will listen Not comfortable either."
Jiang Sen probably understood a little bit, "You mean, he can't do his job now, someone is eyeing him as the director, right? Or has he been replaced?"
"Hush!" The old brother subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover Jiang Sen's mouth, but he stretched his hand halfway, and felt that there were many pimples around Jiang Sen's mouth, especially because Jiang Sen didn't get enough sleep last night. A circle of pimples has turned white, and it looks extremely disgusting. The old brother stopped halfway through his hand, and changed into a silent gesture, suppressing his throat, and said cautiously, "Don't talk nonsense! These are all organizational decisions, who can do anything about it?"
?Lu Sen couldn't help saying: "But if you do this, he is already sick now, and if his job is gone, will his salary also be reduced? Life is already very difficult. Aren't you making things worse by doing this?"
"You can't say that. If your dad continues to be the director, isn't that also empty pay?" The old brother suddenly became serious, "You can't let the country pay for your dad's illness and let the people suffer, right? He can't go to work. Well, then someone has to do this job, right? And your father retired from illness, so he will get less bonus and subsidy, not much difference."
"My god, what do you mean is not much difference? Isn't this killing the donkey?" Jiang Sen couldn't bear it anymore, "Then at least arrange a idle job and hang up first! Transferring to the Qingshui Yamen is better than forcing the sick to retire like this Is it humane? Is it moral? I was working for you, so I just want to be old and sick. What¡¯s the matter? Is someone taking the opportunity to mess with him? You and I said, who is messing with Lao Kong?"
"Hey hey hey!" The cadre was frightened to death by Jiang Sen's yelling, and kept saying, "Don't talk nonsense! Don't talk nonsense! Hey, I'm really talkative too, why should I tell you so much"
At this time, the people in the car heard the conversation between Jiang Sen and the old brother, and they couldn't help but look over.
Only then did Jiang Sen lower his voice a little, and sighed: "Alas, I was already mentally prepared for Lao Kong to recover from such an illness, but I really didn't expect you to move so fast. But having said that, the village usually raises a few idlers It¡¯s also raising, why did you suddenly talk about principles like this when you came to Lao Kong? After all, it must be that Lao Kong usually meddles in other people¡¯s affairs and offends people"
The old brother also sighed: "Oh, your father is indeed a good man, to be honest"
"What?" Jiang Sen turned to look at the old brother.
The old brother hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said: "Actually I am the one who will replace your father."
"Huh?" Jiang Sen was a little startled, "May I ask who this father is?"
"What?" The old brother thought that Jiang Sen had made a slip of the tongue, he was stunned for a moment, and then he felt that Jiang Sen's eyes were weird and he said, "I am your Qingmin Township Government, the new director of the Office of Science, Education, Culture and Health, here, this is my business card, yesterday It was just printed"
The old brother took out one from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Sen. Jiang Sen took it over and took a look, and saw that it said Qingshan Ethnic Autonomous Township Government, Director of Science, Culture, Health and Education Affairs Management Office, Deng Fangzhuo. There is also a row of contact information printed on the bottom.
"Director Deng" Jiang Sen shouted.
Deng Fangzhuo nodded, "Son, I'm so sorry"
"There is nothing to be embarrassed about!" Jiang Sen suddenly changed his face, grabbed Deng Fangzhuo's hand, and said loudly, "Good time! I will entrust Lao Kong's future work to you, please take good care of me for him!"
What do you mean? !
Deng Fangzhuo thought that Jiang Sen was going to blackmail him, so he said in fright, "son, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"No nonsense." Jiang Sen held Deng Fangzhuo's hand tightly, and said seriously, "My name is Jiang Sen. Old Kong used to be my parent and helped me to hold parent-teacher meetings in the city. I hope you can do the same in the future." Like Lao Kong, love me like your own son. If someone in the village wants to mess with me in the future, I will ask you for help!"
"Youyou are Jiang Sen?" Deng Fangzhuo was startled at first, and then suddenly realized, "Ohyou really look ugly with acne!"
What the hell do you call this? What is the level of communication for a cadre?
Jiang Sen was so speechless.
I have so many advantages all over my body, you bastards only know about acne, right?
Superficial!
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