The mayor is a little bit thick

Chapter 151 Emergency! (Ask for monthly ticket recommendation tickets!)

Wang Biao drove the Kuluze back to Hongqi Village in less than half an hour, and he must not lose his job in the village government. He has to be responsible to the people of Hongqi Village.

What's more, Qin Tiezheng called, and the land can be approved almost today. If the land is approved, it will sign a land transfer contract with the village, which is the most important thing.

The sooner it is done, the sooner the work can start.

The Northeast will not be able to start construction until the end of October, otherwise the strength of the concrete will not increase.

After arranging and telling the big guys, Wang Biao was about to leave after getting on the Cruiser.

Shen Na stood outside the driver's building and shouted: "Hey, when you come, bring me that donkey meat steamed dumpling, and that one, bring me a set of bedding."

"What are you doing with the quilt?" Wang Biao was a little confused, and Shen Na said that she would no longer sleep here, and would go home to sleep.

"You can take it if you want. By the way, don't forget to bring me garlic and chili oil." Shen Na reminded again.

Wang Biao responded, this BJ's big baby daughter-in-law is getting more and more good at eating, and she even knows garlic and chili oil!

I don't even want the image of a goddess anymore, it's really getting more and more down-to-earth!

Hongqi Village.

Jin Ming and others are sitting in the office chatting.

Murakami seldom has anything to do. The only time when he is busy is the spring and autumn, inspections, supervision and sanitation, etc., and he has a lot of free time. If he looks forward to the past years, he will find someone to plant a tree or distribute marigold seedlings to everyone. Seeds or something.

But now because Wang Biao wanted to plant grass, he submitted an application to the development zone. Although Secretary Ma of the town also contacted the secretary of the development zone, they disagreed very much, so the matter was dropped.

Now I just wait for the brickyard to be sold, and use the money to buy grass seeds.

"You said that it costs money to buy flower seedlings, and it costs money to buy grass seeds, and it's cheaper than that flower seedling. Why don't you agree with it?" Jin Ming asked.

Liu Baifang checked the ledger together again, and said: "What else can I do? I don't say if there is anything tricky in it, but the sameness. There are dozens of villages in Dahua Town, all of which are marigolds. As for planting grass in our village, this thing is very different, when the time comes, the higher-ups will come to our village to check, and if they are not satisfied with this matter, do you think they have to eat melons?"

"What kind of melons can you eat, must they all be the same? I just like to engage in these useless situations. I think planting grass is very good, and it is affordable and profitable." Liu Meili said.

Upon hearing this, Liu Baifang said with a smile, "You are a bit unconventional, but the flowers you plant are actually pretty pretty."

"Hmph, what's so good-looking. I think it's better to grow green onions, potatoes, and cabbage in the past. The countryside should look like a countryside. What are you doing with these vain things? Let the old farmers have more money in their pockets." , The most important thing is to eat well and drink clean water, otherwise, what is the use of repairing in the village like in the street? The money in the pockets of the old farmers has not increased, and the quality of life has not improved, so what is the use.”

An old president from Guojiatun who came for a walk hummed.

Ma Shijie snorted and snorted, and said, "Da Ming is so beautiful, have you finished checking the sewer wells in your villages?"

He meant, stop messing around with this and go out to work.

"All"

At this moment, Ma Shijie's phone rang.

Ma Shijie glanced at the phone, it was an unfamiliar number.

Who is this?
He swiped open to answer, and as soon as he swiped open, an anxious voice came from the other side: "Secretary Ma, it's not easy, it's not good, it's on fire, the house is on fire!"

When Ma Shijie heard this, he panicked and asked loudly, "Where are you from? Whose house is occupied?"

"Emma, ​​stop moaning, hurry up and get that fire truck from the village, don't moan, Zhang Laoguai's house is fucking burned down. Hey, the water pipe is not long enough. Home borrowing, how many more places to borrow?"

Jin Ming, Liu Baifang, Liu Meili and others all stood up and looked at Ma Shijie anxiously.

"Secretary Ma, what's on fire?" Liu Baifang asked.

Ma Shijie yelled: "Meimei and the others are stationed at Zhang Laoguai's house, hey, call that one quickly, ask him to drive the water tanker, and hurry to the pony shed."

"What the hell? Zhang Laoguai's house? Emma, ​​this old man must have been drinking too much, he didn't fill the firewood quickly, he panicked, is he alright?" Liu Meili said loudly.

Ma Shijie walked out, "I don't know. Keep an eye on that, I'll go to the pony shed."

Liu Baifang, Jin Ming, and Liu Meili couldn't sit still any longer, and walked outside one by one. Liu Baifang made a phone call while walking: "Yu Yang, where are you going? Hurry up to the brigade and drive a water tanker to fight the fire."

"Ah, I'm working in the field, what's the fire?"

"What are you doing, hurry back and drive, and go to the pony shed after adding water."

Jin Ming thought for a while, picked up the phone and called Wang Biao, "Hey Brother Biao, something has happened, the house of Zhang Laoguai in the pony shed is on fire, come back quickly."

Wang Biao was startled when he heard this, and he subconsciously stepped on it. The car buzzed and rushed forward, almost chasing a miniature box.

The house and firewood are on fire, which is the most serious accident in the countryside.

"How are people?"

In 17, Pang Laosi, the father of his elementary school classmate in Pony Shed, failed to pay the electricity bill due to family difficulties, and was cut off by the power supply station.

Because this man likes to drink, he was alone at home one night, and after drinking, he lay down on the kang and fell asleep. The wax he lit accidentally knocked over and caught fire, burning him alive. Like a stick, it is almost impossible to see the human form.

At that time, things were quite big and nasty.

Not only the leaders of the town were alarmed, but even the leaders of the district came.

I almost knocked out Zhao Zhanhai and Niu Yongcheng who were working at the time.

Fortunately, his classmate is a kind person, he doesn't have a heart, and he didn't look for it, otherwise none of them would be able to escape.

In this matter, the leaders of the village, the town and the Rural Power Station have to bear the responsibility.

In the end, the villages, towns and districts paid for the construction of a two-room low-income housing, which was considered a solution.

It's only been three or four years, if there is another fire and people are burned to death, that's really
Wang Biao said anxiously: "Let the water tank truck in our village go there quickly, and, Jin Ming, you go there quickly, organize people on the spot, put water on the water pipes in the front and back yards of the neighbors, and put out the fire. If the water pipes are not long enough, use basins." Take a bucket to catch the water, if someone... Forget it, you go quickly, I will go back right away."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Biao couldn't care about the speed limit or not, the national highway was not the national highway, and he stepped on the accelerator and ran back.

The pony shed, inside and outside the courtyard of Wang Laoguai's house, the front and back of the house were full of people who helped put out the fire and some people who listened to the news and came to watch the excitement.

The fire in the house has been extinguished, but only the surrounding red brick walls remain, the roof has fallen off, the windows are blackened, and all the glass is blown out.

I don't know whether it is water vapor or smoke, which is still floating up from the house.

A bald old man with feverish hair and black and gray face sat on the ground, staring at the house that had changed beyond recognition.

The red eyes didn't know whether they were choking or sad, and their eyes were a little dull, as if they hadn't sobered up yet.

Ma Shijie complained: "Look at you, why don't you be careful when you drink this little urine and wine, it's too much, but fortunately, people are fine."

"That's right, I was in a panic once. It was a good thing that I happened to come to their house and found out. You said that if it wasn't for Da Baozi and they snatched you out, would they have burned you to death? Let's see if you still drink alcohol in the future."

The spectators followed the people on the left and right, chattering.

"It's lucky that this person didn't burn out."

"Yeah, this one is going to be burnt to death again. I really need to find someone to look at it. It's only been a few years since another one was burned to death. Isn't this a crime?"

"Ah? Said the criminal? Don't scare people with nonsense."

"Why are you scaring me? It doesn't matter whether you're drowned, burned, or a car dealer. After death, you have to find a substitute. If you don't believe me, do you see that people always die in accidents in places where cars have been sold?"

"You can pull it down, that's because the traffic in that place is unreasonable, and you can drive fast without street lights."

"Look, you don't have to believe it, does Wang Jiatun know?"

"What happened to Wangjiatun?"

"Wangjiatun University found a Mr. Yin and Yang the year before last. Someone in their village came back from a funeral and dinner. Zhao Zhanhai and his elder brother got out of the car and thought about going to that house again to comfort him, but he didn't take two steps. At the gate of the house, the bus that was being sent back reversed and went directly under the wheels of the car."

"Oh, I've heard about that,"

"Later in April, the son of the boss Hu in their village died in a car accident. In the next winter when he slaughtered pigs, his son got into a car accident when he returned to the street with his relatives who came to eat pork. Mister Show Show Broken"

Liu Baifang couldn't stand listening to it anymore, this person has faults, what kind of people are they, and they still say that all this nonsense is useless.

He turned his eyes sideways and said: "What are you talking about with that nonsense, huh? Is there anything wrong? What era are you still practicing feudal superstition? If it's okay, all those who have nothing to do should leave, and everyone will gather together to watch some fun, and those who don't want to help leave quickly Come on, give me a hand and see if I can dig out some property."

A relative of Zhang Laoguai's family came to Zhang Laoguai, patted on the shoulder and said, "Don't be sad, brother. It's lucky that everyone is fine. The house burned down, and it would be over if we built another one."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Laoguai slap his thigh, and began to cry, "It's over, it's over, this is considered dead."

Zhang Laoguai cried and slapped his thigh: "What the hell are you going to do with me? Just let me burn to death. What's the point of being alive? The nest is gone."

As he said that, he slapped himself two big mouths: "You are so fucking greedy, drink urine wine."

Liu Meili hurriedly squatted down and took the old man's hand, "Master, what are you doing, don't worry, there is nothing wrong with it if you are in a hurry."

Brother Zhang Laoguai over there also hurriedly pulled his arms around his shoulders, "Look at you, you are so old, what are you doing, you can't spend money to see a doctor if you break it, how much money do you have? It's okay, this Murakami will build the house for you."

Ma Shijie also wanted to comfort him, but when he heard this, he subconsciously muttered, "Where does the village get money?"

Although the voice was not loud, it was heard.

"What can't be built? Why did the old house get built?" One person said, pulling his neck.

Brother Zhang Laoguai also said: "Why doesn't Murakami cover it? Isn't our house on fire?"

"Can this be compared? They burned people to death, and besides, the old Pang's house was basically applied for by the Civil Affairs Bureau." Ma Shijie felt aggrieved.

Brother Zhang Laoguai stood up abruptly, pointed at Ma Shijie and cursed: "Did you speak human language? Ah? Do you have to burn people to death before covering them up?"

"Look at you, I didn't say anything. I just told you about the situation. Why are you so impatient with me? Besides, I can't decide whether to cover it or not. You have to find the secretary of the village chief and call me again. What's the use of scolding again." Ma Shijie yelled, tilting his head.

He was really aggrieved, so he said his opinion, and he was scolded, so he didn't talk about it.

"Village head? Where the hell is this village head?" The man scolded with his eyes wide open.

Ma Shijie said: "The village head Wang goes out."

Seeing this, Jin Ming hurriedly answered and said, "The village chief has gone out to do some errands, and he will be back soon."

Just as he was talking, a few car horns sounded from the east. Jin Ming heard the sound and looked over, seeing that it was a white off-road vehicle. He felt relieved, and said, "Here comes Wangcun, we're back."

Wang Biao got out of the car and hurriedly strode towards the courtyard.

"Secretary Wang is here!"

"The village chief is here, go and have a look."

"village head."

"secretary."

Normally, Wang Biao would stand down and politely say a few words to everyone, but now he didn't have that kind of thought, he nodded perfunctorily and walked towards the courtyard without looking at it.

Seeing Wang Biao coming, Zhang Laoguai's brothers and other relatives surrounded him with loud yells.

"The house of my brother's house, the village chief, has burned like this. Will you build it?"

"Secretary Wang, does our brigade care about this matter?"

"Will you be covered by your brigade? If you don't, we will sue you."

Wang Biao was stunned for a moment, he pondered quickly in his heart for a few seconds, and said, "You guys give way first, let me see how he is?"

When the man heard what Wang Biao said about him, he jumped up in anger again, and grabbed Wang Biao by the collar: "What the hell do you mean? You only cover people when they are burned to death?"

Wang Biao is so angry, who the hell is this? Why do you want to beat someone?

I'll check to see if someone is wrong?
"You let go, let's talk about it if you have something to say." He said with a suppressed anger.

Seeing this, Liu Meili hurried over and took Zhang Laosan's arm, "San Shu, what are you doing? If you have something to say, please say it. Secretary Wang didn't mean that. Don't you miss my uncle? Let go, so many people are watching!" Now, you want to fuck Saha."

The others followed suit, and only then did Zhang Laosan let go, "I'll see how you can solve this problem. If you don't give me an explanation, you can see how I can torment you Murakami!"

Wang Biao squatted down in front of Zhang Laoguai, who was crying and wiping away his tears, and took a closer look. His hair was burnt, there were a few blisters on his face, his hands were also there, and his clothes were blackened and scorched. He couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Master, please be careful, don't be sad, you are getting sick, don't worry, the village chief will never ignore this matter." Wang Biao said, looking up at the house.

It's over, this house can't be lived in, it has to be rebuilt.

Zhang Laoguai looked at Wang Biao, and then cried again: "Oh my god, I can't live. Where can I get money to build a house? Let me die."

Wang Biao hurriedly comforted him. It was Zhang Laosan who asked, "How do you solve the problem in the village?"

"Accountant Liu Jin Ming, you two will send the uncle to the hospital in the street for examination and treatment. You should pay for the money first, and the village will report it to you later." Wang Biao said.

Ma Shijie curled his lips, he can really pretend, what money does the village have?
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