The mayor is a little bit thick

Chapter 122 Soliciting Votes (adding a chapter for the first disciple Bai Yunlong in this book)
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the time gradually passed the first month amidst the bangs of kicks and whips every morning and evening.

Every household no longer treats guests or visits relatives with gifts.

The lively atmosphere of the New Year is gradually receding.

Wang Biao also ended his self-leave and started to get busy.

Now the busiest thing during the day is no longer writing novels, but visiting door to door under the leadership of classmates.

Seeing that the election day in mid-April is only two months away, he must visit as early as possible, talk to every household, and have a chat.

Now Niu Zhenguo and Ma Shijie have also been busy these days. They thought that the election for the village chief of Hongqi Village was a situation where two kings competed. Cheng Yaojin.

They didn't take it seriously at first, but within two days they heard people say that Wang Biao was visiting from house to house, talking about his ideals, the future prospects of Hongqi Village, and future plans.

Although the kid didn't give gifts or spend money to buy votes, the two of them felt extremely uneasy for no reason, as if the ducks in their mouths were about to fly away.

This kind of routine is too novel, and it is similar to the declaration made by the US President when he was campaigning for votes.

In contrast, they felt that their favor in Hongqi Village and their tricks of spending money to buy tickets had become ineffective.

Before, they thought that spending 50 yuan to buy votes would make these old peasants happy, but now they feel that even if they spend 100 yuan, they may not be sure.

Although the common people recognize money, they also want to have a clean official who does practical things and is not corrupt. Which of the village chiefs and secretaries who have taken office over the years has not been scolded by the common people behind their backs?

This guy Wang Biao is too grandson, too bad, he doesn't follow common sense at all, you can visit as you say, but what are you doing to show the big guys the notice of your monthly income of 5 to [-] yuan?
Show off your wealth?
In Qiantun, a farmer's family lived in two old red brick houses.

Wang Biao's legs were drooping, and he sat sideways on the wooden sticks at the top of the kang, holding his mobile phone to show the family of three sitting on the top and inside of the kang.

"Master, aunt, brother, this is my monthly income from manuscript fees. I show you this, not to show you how much money I make, but to tell you that I am running for the village chief just to do something for the sake of my career. The villagers of our Hongqi Village do more practical things, and now I really can't see others running for village head and continuing to spend money."

Sixty-seventy years old, a thin old man with a face full of ditches, while listening to Wang Biao, knocked the antique-like old cigarette pot with a copper mouth and copper pot on the edge of the kang, knocking the burned tobacco and soot inside come out.

Then, I put the cigarette pot into the cigarette basket made of old playing cards, filled another pot of shredded tobacco, and lit the fire while washing.

After taking a big sip, the old man snorted and said, "Those bastards have lost their virtue, especially that Zhao Zhanhai, the most bastard, told me and your aunt during the first election, as long as you vote Give it to him, when he took office, he reported it to my family's low-income households, and it turned out to be reported, but when the money was distributed afterwards, it should have belonged to one family, but it was distributed to several families."

The old lady sitting cross-legged on the kang patted the kang, and then scolded: "How many poor households did you say he reported to? We only reported to 21 households in our village. There are many families who raise cattle and own cars. Tell me, how can there be such a thing? Ah? It’s only a few hundred yuan a year, and it’s still given to such a person.”

The son sitting in the kang scolded: "If they don't take our family's money out, where are they going to withhold the money of other low-income households and put it in their own pockets?"

Wang Biao felt the same way.In those years, the money given to his father and their family by the state was often apportioned by Zhao Zhanhai to other low-income households, poor households, and disabled families. The euphemistic name is, ah, it’s not easy for everyone, let’s all get involved, otherwise You said it was quite difficult, but I didn’t report it to anyone, just like yours, this small store drove, and it was not enough to report. You can't live, and your family is good at raising two old people, and it is not easy to pay for Wang Biao to go to college, so you can report it to your family?
No matter how reluctant they are, no matter how aggrieved they are, no matter how they know the truth, they can only endure it.

He said: "It's all right now. The money from the state is directly transferred to the card, and it doesn't go through other hands. To tell you the truth, my father is disabled. When I was in school a few years ago, my family was Families with disabilities and poverty-stricken families are also given a lot of less money every year, saying that it is distributed to others.”

As soon as Wang Biao said this, it immediately aroused the sympathy of the three members of the old man's family, and provoked the old couple to scold their ancestors and third wives.

After cursing a few words, the eldest brother on the kang said suddenly and asked: "Hey, my wife, after my family elects you, will you apply for my family's low-income household?"

Wang Biao turned his head to look and said, "I can't promise you this."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the old man's son.

"If you don't report to my family, why should my family choose you!"

When the old man heard this, he glanced at his son, "How do you talk? You are such an old man, why are you talking so badly? Son, don't mind, your elder brother has such a straight temper."

Wang Biao smiled, "It's all right!" He said earnestly, "Master, aunt, your elders said that if I also use this subsistence allowance quota as a condition for you to vote for me, then what is the difference between me and others? Regardless of whether you choose me or not, as long as I become the village chief, I will re-approve the subsistence allowances and poor households in Hongqi Village, report the missed reports, and take down those who do not meet the conditions. Everything will be in accordance with the national rules and regulations. If your family meets the requirements in all aspects, you must report to your family."

The old man nodded his head lightly, and said: "It should be like this, alas, boy, in fact, who doesn't want to have face? Who is willing to take the subsidy from the state? I also imagine someone else's house, yes, living in a ridged Caigang University. Wafang, you can earn tens of thousands of dollars a year, you can go out to go to the market, you can also drive your own electric car, but there is really no way, your elder brother was tired from working when he was young, and he can’t do it now Heavy work, I can't take care of my own land well, your mother and I have an old problem, every month we have to take medicine for hundreds of dollars, the family has a total of two farms, and the annual sales are less than [-]. I have to support a child to go to school, hey, it's too difficult!"

Wang Biao pondered for a while and said, "Master, in this way, no matter whether you choose me or not, next year my cooperative will buy your family's land, and I will give you 5000 yuan per land, and all the food and land will belong to your family. In this way, your family can earn an extra [-] yuan a year."

After listening to the old man and the old lady, they laughed happily, "Oh my god, that's a good relationship, thank you so much, you have helped our family a lot."

"Boy, don't worry, our family will choose you!"

"Then I would like to thank you first!" Wang Biao was also very happy when he heard that, and he got another five votes.

But at this moment, a discordant voice sounded from the kang.

"Ten thousand and one farmlands? Hehehe, you received twelve thousand and one farmlands in your village, but our house only has ten thousand and one farmlands? What's the matter, an errand?"

(End of this chapter)