The mayor is a little bit thick

Chapter 137

In recent years, due to family planning, especially the two generations of the [-]s and [-]s, almost all of them were only children, resulting in a sharp drop in population. Later, because of the family planning, almost all the post-[-]s and [-]s married and gave birth to a baby. Even in the past few years, the country has liberalized the policy to encourage the second child, but the birth population is pitifully small.

Every year, the funeral suona sounds once or twice almost every month, but no one is heard in a year. Moreover, [-] will either go to school and work in a foreign city, or move into the city.

As a result, the number of students in Hongqi Village Primary School became less and less, and finally last year, after the last two students graduated, the entire Hongqi Village existed in name only.

In my spare time, there is only one old janitor in the whole elementary school to watch the school.

But today, the Hongqi Village Primary School with an area of ​​[-] to [-] square meters is crowded with people and heavy traffic.

Hongqi Village Primary School has two rows of ridged houses at the front and back, and the front row is the teacher's office, as well as music room, natural experiment classroom, art classroom, etc.

In the back row are 12 student classrooms.

It has now become an election site.

It's nine o'clock in the morning.

Elections have been going on for some time.

Wang Biao, dressed in a black suit, stood in the middle of the three classrooms where election voting was held, and greeted everyone with a smile on his face, like a leader attending a reception, sometimes smiling and nodding, sometimes waving hello, and sometimes saying, "Come on." '.

Over there, Niu Zhenguo and Ma Shijie didn't dare to show weakness, and they all had extremely enthusiastic smiles on their faces, just like the expressions of children seeing their in-laws for the first time when they kiss each other.

Ma Shijie enthusiastically greeted everyone he knew.

"Come on, brother, you can choose me. Hey, will the second nephew write my name? If not, let the people inside write it for you."

"Third Brother, let's smoke a cigarette, Yuxi, it's a good cigarette, how do you usually smell like this?"

"Third brother, you said that you are all from the same village. Isn't it stupid to choose outsiders instead of local people? You say no."

The one who was called the third brother took a puff of cigarette, and then said: "That's right, the village has to choose the one from the village."

But I thought in my heart: "You have moved to the city for almost ten years, choose you? Now you smoke Yuxi, after you are selected, you can't beat Zhonghua? Humph! Look at the kid from the old Wang's family, wearing a suit and leather shoes. From that stand, one can see that it is someone doing work.”

In front of the pine tree over there, Niu Zhenguo showed his iconic smile and followed Lao Niu's nephews to pull people to vote.

At this time, seeing a person who often played mahjong together and had a good relationship got out of the car hired by Wang Biao, he frowned, then stretched it out, and walked up to him with a few steps.

"The army is here, why did you drive three rounds by yourself? Why don't you wait at home, didn't I say to let the car go to your house to pick you up, what are you talking about with me?"

The one who was called Dajun smiled and said, "Don't you have a car at home? The stroller came here, and why did you drive to pick up others? It would be nice to keep the car to pick up others."

Niu Zhenguo stepped forward and put his hand on Dajun's back shoulder, and enthusiastically pushed towards the election classroom, "Go into the room and fill in the ballots. After you finish filling out early, let's go play mahjong, my buddies. I will lose you two more."

Dajun's daughter-in-law looked at her father-in-law and mother-in-law from behind, and Dajun's mother whispered, "You should choose or choose. The old Wang family in Wangjiatun is our old uncle."

Dajun's daughter-in-law understands.

Shen Na drove the grandpa, grandma and grandpa to the primary school, helped the two old babies out of the car, locked the car, led the four old people to the flower bed in front of the classroom and sat down in front of Wang Biao .

"Grandpa and the others picked it up?" Wang Biao took two steps forward and came in front of Shen Na.

Shen Na smiled and said, "Well, you're sitting in the flower bed, can you let them come over?"

Wang Biao looked up and followed Shen Na's fingers, but he didn't see his grandpa, grandma and grandpa sitting on the flower bed. Looking around, he was amused, and saw four old people scattered around to solicit votes from people he knew.

Although it was seven or eight meters away, and there were groups of people in between, but with his sensitive ears, he could clearly hear the old lady's characteristic dry and crisp voice.

"You want to choose my great-great-grandson. We are all relatives. Look at my great-great-grandson. He is more talented. It's right to choose him as the village chief. Do you know what my great-great-grandson's name is? Big Wang Biao, "

The great-great-grandfather, with his hands behind his back, walked around in the crowd, whether he recognized him or not, and said to people: "Son, you can choose my great-great-grandson. My great-great-great-great-grandson is a college student, educated and capable. .”

"Choose my great-great-grandson, see? The only one in a suit and glasses is my great-great-grandson Wang Biao."

Grandpa Wang Guoquan, on the other hand, is looking for people he knows in Nantun Guojiatun Xiaoma Pengzi, saying hello, and distributing cigarettes. Today, he has five boxes of Changbai Mountain at ten yuan a box in his pocket. This is something he is usually reluctant to smoke. He himself only smokes a box of Baisha for six yuan.

But today on this occasion, even if he took the Fu Rong Wang, which cost 250 yuan a piece, to smoke for the big guy, he would be willing and willing.

"I didn't expect that my great-grandfather and grandma, who are almost [-] years old, would also solicit votes. They really worked hard for your election." Shen Na said with a sweet smile.

Wang Biao proudly said: "That's right, this is the election of their dear grandson and grandson, can they not work hard?"

"Huh? So, I have to yell too." Shen Na said.

Wang Biao was taken aback, what are you shouting for?
Just as he was thinking about it, Shen Na put her hands around her mouth and shouted, "The cutest folks in Hongqi Village, please choose Wang Biao as the village head, you must choose him, he is not only an undergraduate A college student, or a great farmer, writer, and entrepreneur, he will definitely lead our folks to become rich and well-off!"

Shen Na's looks, temperament, and clothes were all outstanding. Standing in the crowd of the entire elementary school, she was like a flock of chickens. She had already attracted the attention of many people, but when she shouted at this moment, she immediately attracted more people's attention.

The power of this beauty and handsome guy is infinite. When she shouted, many people who didn't know Wang Biao or even forgot Wang Biao, the whole family remembered it.

Ah, this pretty girl is a relative of President Wang.

Oh, I just remembered, isn't this President Wang's beautiful daughter-in-law? Yes, this President Wang's name is Wang Biao, and she was almost seen by her. It's nonsense!

Fortunately, she reminded her, otherwise it would be ruined to fill in the ballot and write President Wang later.

Wang Biao looked at Shen Na happily, where can I find such a good wife.

At this moment, the staff of the police station who was sitting two meters behind him to maintain order came to him and said in a low voice: "President Wang, tell your wife to stop shouting, it will affect you, everyone The guys are calling the street like that, how can there be an election.”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wang Biao hurriedly smiled apologetically, and said that he came behind Shen Na and took her hand, "Daughter-in-law, stop shouting, this is too bullying, how many times are you shouting?" , The two of them must die of anger."

Watching the voters coming in and out, Wang Biao smiled, but he couldn't help but feel a little nervous inside. What if he loses the election?
Will all the people I visit choose me?

This election is very different from previous years. Now the general election in rural areas has been changed to every five years. In other words, if he fails to be elected this time, he will have to re-election in five years.

How many five years are there in life?Five years later, he will be 39, and it will be useless to take the civil service exam, and his political career will be the village secretary at most.

Furthermore, the whole country is now merging villages and towns. At that time, being a village head was still useful, and the land of the common people was transferred out, and the courtyards of each family were gone. How could he lead the people in Hongqi Village to raise cattle? Sheep, increase extra income to make a fortune?

Voting did not close until around one o'clock in the afternoon.

Afterwards, the staff from the town did not have lunch, and directly started the process of counting the votes.

Still three classrooms sang votes together.

The old man, the old lady, his son Wang Guoqiang and his daughter-in-law Daiying, all lay on the windows and looked inside.

Shen Na held up her mobile phone to record Douyin jokes: "Comrade Xiao Wang, how much confidence do you have in yourself regarding the results of the next election?"

"Six points!" Wang Biao said a little embarrassed.

"Huh? With just this little confidence, you have to have eighty percent confidence to wear this suit and leather shoes for you, otherwise you won't wear them in vain, and it would be embarrassing to turn around!"

"You didn't ask me to wear it this morning. It's good to wear it for sports, but you insisted that I wear it like this. How deceitful..."

"Brother Biao, it's right for my sister-in-law to let you wear this. When I went in, I glanced at the others, and the column for the village chief was filled with you."

"Yes, I also looked at it. You were basically the one who went in with me. Don't worry, the village chief is definitely yours, so he didn't run away."

Wang Biao gave a few people a look, "You can get there, each table is so far apart, you can see it clearly at a glance?"

"Damn it, you still don't believe me, just the three Yuan village chiefs, both of them have three characters in their names, but you have two characters, I don't like people's names, and I still can't see how many characters they wrote? Do you think they all look like your eyes?" Jia Xingda sneered.

"Fuck, you don't want to expose your shortcomings when you swear, you dare to talk to me like that, are you afraid that I will detain your direct supplies in the future?" Wang Biao scolded with a smile.

Jin Ming shouted: "Did you see it, did you see it? This guy has shown his true colors. He has not become the village head yet, so he wants to use his official authority and detain us for direct compensation. Regret, regret why he chose this guy .”

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Daiying over there asked the old man: "How many votes does Wang Biao have?"

"I didn't even count them. They are all written in orthographic characters. Only our grandson's name has a lot of orthographic characters. It's a big piece. He must have won." Wang Guoqiang stared into the window.

"Go to those two villages and see how many people have entered those two outer villages, and see how many of them voted for Wang Biao." Dai Ying said.

Wang Guoqiang let out a cry, and moved to the other two classrooms, continuing to lean on the windows.

As the voting progressed, the smug and confident smiles on the faces of Ma Shijie and Niu Zhenguo gradually faded, and a few strands of sadness gradually climbed up their foreheads.

The lineup of straight numbers on the blackboard has exceeded their estimates, no, it has greatly exceeded their estimates.

Both of them looked at Wang Biao not far away, who was standing with his daughter-in-law and a group of classmates under the shade of a pine tree, joking and laughing.

Mistake, big mistake.

Damn, how much money did this kid promise to buy votes? They all promised 51 hundred votes, why didn't many vote for them?
Inside the classroom.Three people stand on the blackboard with chalk to write the orthographic characters. Under the podium, two people hold the ballots in the ballot box and sing the ballots. One person on each side checks and stores the ballots after singing, ready to sing after the election of the village chief. Candidates for office.

"One vote for Wang Biao... One vote for Wang Biao... One vote for Niu Zhenguo... One vote for Wang Biao..."

"One vote for Ma Shijie... one vote for Wang Biao, one vote for Wang Biao, one vote for Wang Biao... one vote for Wang Biao... one vote for Niu Zhenguo..."

After more than half an hour, after the last vote was sung, the leaders who came down from the town began to count and record the votes, and took a picture of the blackboard with their mobile phones.

"The post of village chief seems to belong to Wang Biao."

"Well, I guess so, but there are a lot of people coming in our Wangjiatun and Xiaomapen, so I don't know what the other two houses are like."

"You follow here and let them move on to the next item. I'll go to those two rooms to have a look."

"Okay, you go, I'll clean the blackboard and write the names of the people who are running for accountants."

When the man came to the other two houses and looked at them, he immediately realized that the post of village head belonged to Wang Biao and he did not run away.

with no doubt.

After counting the votes for the other two houses, he went outside, smiled at Wang Biao, and nodded again.

But due to the organization's regulations, he didn't speak up. The results of the election had to be reported to the town, and then the announcement could only be made.

When Wang Biao saw the person in charge of supervising the election who had come down from the town this time smiled at him, the big rock hanging in his heart finally fell steadily.

Although the people in the town didn't say anything, Wang Guoqiang, who had been lying on the window to inquire about the enemy's situation, yelled.

"Haha, my eldest grandson was selected, and he has more orthographic characters under his own name than anyone else."

"Ah? Really? That's great." Daiying smiled excitedly.

When the old lady heard this, she became even more excited, "Huh? You got selected? I knew my great-grandson would definitely be selected. Guoqiang, go back and ask Chaozi to catch the sheep and kill the sheep today."

The four old men said, and walked towards Wang Biao with excited steps. On the way of eight or nine meters, they happily accepted other people's congratulations and blessings.

"Thank you, thank you. If you have time in the evening, go to our house for dinner and kill sheep to eat."

"Thank you guys, thank you."

One family rejoiced and two families watched, Ma Shijie and Niu Zhenguo's faces turned even darker.

I didn't want to wait for the result, so I turned around and walked to my respective cars, leaving this sad place.

But when the two of them opened the car door, two groups of people surrounded them.

"What are you doing, second brother?"

"I have something to do, let's go out."

"Hey. Second brother, when will you give us the money?"

"What money? Don't talk nonsense."

"Hey, Ma Shijie, you are wrong. You promised to pay 50 yuan for a ballot. Why don't you accept it?"

"Who told you that? Who can testify? What money will I give you even if I, the village chief, are not elected?"

After Ma Shijie finished speaking, he closed the car door, refueled, and ran away.

The situation of Niu Zhenguo over there is similar.

"Let's give it to you when you are selected. Now that you have lost the election, naturally you won't count, right? That's fine, let's not talk about it. I'm going home."

"What the hell is this beating? Words don't count. If you say something good, you won't admit it if you turn your back on it. Fuck, don't think that I'm choosing you in the future.

(End of this chapter)