I take the whole village out of poverty and become rich

chapter 5

It was still early in the morning in the steel jungle, and the air was already faintly hot.

Walking in the community, Huo Qianli missed the atmosphere of Hushan Village for the first time.

"Teacher, where are we going?"

Huo Qianli helped carry a box of tea and asked curiously.

"Small ailments can be seen by yourself, and common ailments can be found by ordinary doctors. For serious illnesses in your village, you can only register as an expert."

Han Zhiyuan straightened his clothes and said with a smile, "I'm going to see an expert on agricultural and rural issues, um, I've been to the State Council to make a report."

Along the way, Huo Qianli, who was already excited, was overjoyed to hear Han Zhiyuan's brief introduction of Professor He's life.

If Professor He, an expert who has in-depth research on rural issues, can give advice, Hushan Village will definitely be able to find a good way out, and the lives of ordinary people will be the future of the people.
The fantasy boiled his blood, but the cold reality quickly chilled his heart.

After listening to Huo Qianli's explanation of his intentions, Professor He was still polite and polite, but he used Tai Chi in his words, avoiding the matter of making suggestions.

When they really couldn't get around, they used the excuse that they were not familiar with the local situation and couldn't make random opinions. Huo Qianli and Han Zhiyuan tried to bring the topic back several times, but failed.

In desperation, Han Zhiyuan had no choice but to leave with Huo Qianli.

"Honey, fly slowly, be careful of the roses with thorns ahead."

Butterflies fluttered on the small screen in front of the bus, Pang Long's gentle voice came out from the inferior stereo, and Huo Qianli boarded the return bus with disappointment and a pile of materials borrowed from the library of Shuzhou University.

The road gradually narrows and becomes bumpy;

Buildings gradually become low and dilapidated;

From the bus to the minibus, and then to the motorcycle, Huo Qianli once again stood on the land of Hushan Village.

He handed a bottle of wine and a box of facial masks that he bought back from the road to Gu Daqiang and his wife who were greeted at the door, and greeted the happy couple from ear to ear. Huo Qianli walked in, clutching his buttocks awkwardly. Room.

Taking off his trousers and laying them on the floor, Huo Qianli rubbed his temples depressingly as he looked at the cut in the back pocket that was cut by a blade at some point, "I don't look like a rich man anymore!"

Go to the bathroom and take a cold shower to wash away the mud, and when he comes out refreshed, Gu Daqiang and his wife have already prepared meals and are waiting.

Declining Gu Daqiang's invitation to have a drink, Huo Qianli hurriedly took a few mouthfuls of food, then got into the room and opened the book.

The lights in the middle of the night shone alone, illuminating Huo Qianli's face, but the light in his eyes was slowly dimming.

Flipping the book upside down on the table, he leaned against the back of the chair dejectedly.

too difficult!
Counting the library life in the past few weekends, I had to look through a lot of relevant materials, but I didn't find any usable information.

Those commonly used sutras on getting rich cannot be recited at all in this remote hilly village.

Thinking of this, Gu Daqiang's "well-intentioned" persuasion, and Professor He's indifference after learning of his intentions, all came to mind again.

Doubts arose naturally: Could it be that I was thinking too simply?

With my knowledge and experience, can I really change the fate of a village?

Or as the village chief said, now that you don’t pay the royal rations, you can still work and earn money. Although life is a bit bleak, at least you don’t have to worry about food and clothing. People really need their own help?
Why don't you just take the opportunity to relax for two or three years, anyway, so many people haven't gnawed on this hard bone, and no one will blame me, when the time comes, you will have your qualifications, so go back and work hard?

The thought of doubt is like a breach in a levee. Once it is born, countless other thoughts will follow, trying to surround it and burst the dam of the mind.

Fortunately, years of rough life and self-improvement have already strengthened the dam in Huo Qianli's heart to be indestructible.

He took a deep breath, sat up again, and turned to the next page.

At the end of August, according to the lunar calendar, it is still July, when Bailu is approaching, and the temperature is turning. For farmers who plan food in the fields, these days cannot be delayed.

Although there is a better way out to work now, not everyone can go out to work after all.

Those who are old, those who need to take care of the young and old, and those who have other considerations, all still plant the land and continue the livelihood passed down from generation to generation.

In the fields of Hushan Village, a strange figure appeared.

The cadre from the big city actually rolled up his trousers and sleeves and joined them.

The college student who was playing with a pen even danced with a hoe.

The villagers were amazed, watched, and then smirked triumphantly.

So what about college students, they are just digging and eating ashes like us.

Huo Qianli didn't have time to pay attention to those thoughts. He seriously asked the old farmers about farming knowledge and understood their lives.

This is the method he came up with after looking through the books and materials, but he still has no clue. To be precise, it is not a solution.

Since reading thousands of books is not enough, then travel thousands of miles;
Since it is not enough to sit and talk about the way, then get up and do it.

He wasn't really trying to be a farmer, he couldn't be that stupid.

He just wanted to understand their real lives, hoping to use some inspiration to discover some possible clues and directions.

The so-called iron-headed skill is nothing more than willing to spend energy to try various possibilities, and finally find a solution to the matter.

Gu Daqiang came to persuade him once, after listening to his reasons, he took a deep look at him, and walked away without expressing any opinion.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was Friday again, and Huo Qianli stayed in Hushan Village for the first time on the weekend.

On Friday evening, Gu Daqiang, who didn't send Huo Qianli to the town, smoked half a pack of cigarettes alone in the office.

Early the next morning, he who had stopped farming for a long time dug out his hoe from somewhere, and accompanied Huo Qianli to the ground.

Half a day later, he disappeared silently with blisters on his palm, and never appeared in the field again.

The weather is still hot, and the farmers working in the fields are busy working for a few hours in the morning before the sun rises, then go back to eat and sleep, wait until four or five in the evening, when the sun goes down, and then go out and work until it is dark.

At 10:30 in the morning, Huo Qianli sat casually on the ridge of the field, wearing a straw hat, rolled up his trousers, holding a large tea mug, drinking tons of tea, wiping his sweat with a towel around his neck, panting heavily. gas.

For more than a week, he was very tired, but he also gained something.

His actions narrowed the distance with the villagers, and the old farmers did not hide anything. They chatted with him a lot, including some gossips in the village after dinner, so that he quickly had a deeper understanding of the entire Hushan Village and the villagers. To understanding.

"Unfortunately, there is still no direction."

Huo Qianli supported the field with his hands, leaned back slightly, and looked at the sky weakly. He couldn't be a farmer for a year or so, could he?
"Officer Huo! Let's go! Go back to eat!"

There was a shout from behind, and an old man picked up a hoe and waved at him.

(End of this chapter)