The mayor is a little bit thick

Chapter 193 The Dirty Things of the Poor Households (please subscribe for monthly ticket recommendation)
Nantun.

Jin's shack village.

Ma Shijie and his elder brothers sat in the courtyard drinking and talking.

All of them were angry and high-spirited, and all of them were blushing and thick-necked.

I don't know if it's alcohol or emotion.

"That grandson surnamed Wang is so powerful? Doesn't give you any face as the party secretary? You can't speak well?"

"Yeah, third, how big is your party secretary? No one dares to give you face. Wasn't the village party secretary the biggest official before? Can a concurrent secretary overtake you? This cancels the subsistence allowance. How much is less, and how much more will be spent on medical treatment and medicine in the future, you can't just follow him like this, third child."

Ma Shijie said: "I'm not a small branch secretary, but no matter how big I am, I can get past the mayor? He fucking lifted the mayor down, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"Then that's the end of it?"

"Is this how our subsistence allowance quota will be cancelled?"

"Third, the mayor hasn't come yet, so you let us give up on our own, isn't that right?"

"Could it be that in order to keep up with the superiors and express yourself, you gave us big guys out to show off your style?" An older woman squinted and muttered.

The old men next to her stretched out their hands and slapped her.

"My old lady, what are you messing around with? Is the third child that person?"

Ma Shijie's nose was crooked with anger.

This prodigal old lady, what the hell, why did she marry into our old Ma's house?

"Sister-in-law, what do you mean? What do you mean I want to show my style? Is this what I think? Ah? Last year, in order to report you, I kept the list and didn't let the village publish it. This is already against the rules. , besides, you were named and reported this time, what can I do? Pay me back for performance?"

He got more and more angry.

"My third son, why are you talking to your sister-in-law? Can't you talk well if you have something to say?" Old Madam Ma said.

"Mom, did you listen to what she said? Didn't I do little for our family in all these years? As for my elder brother, if it weren't for me, would he be able to work in the village health team? The forklift driver is 300 yuan a day. Yuanqian, isn't it my turn to him? Why did something happen, ah, I'm talking to this Sanqi Gada, what are you doing?"

"Why are you picking me up? Who are you talking about, third child, who speaks human language?"

"Talking about you, my mother doesn't understand anything about the family, and I want to mix in a few words. Big brother, who is in charge of your family? This old man is talking, and my mother just interrupts?"

Boss Ma was so run on by Ma Shijie in front of his brothers and sisters, he couldn't hold back his face immediately.

He threw his chopsticks, pointed at his daughter-in-law and cursed: "Can you fucking shut up? How can you interrupt what the old man is talking? Why don't you lose your money if you don't eat it."

"Brother, why are you two arguing? Why are you still choking on the third child?"

Ma Shijie tilted his head and said, "I'm choked up? After Mayor Qin's inspection this time, the higher-ups will have to deal with the issue of my falsification. Whether or not I can be the village party secretary in the future is a fucking question. I choke." Fire? You don’t want to be a good person with this, you all have a smile on your face, and you are talking about my old three good old threes. Now that something is going to happen, everyone has been reported. I let you take the initiative to follow Mayor Qin said that you are not willing to revoke the impoverished households, what are you doing with this yin and yang?"

"What are you talking about? The higher ups will use this matter to deal with you later?"

"It's not possible, is it?"

"What do you mean it's impossible? What a big deal it is. This is defrauding special subsidies from the state. This is a violation of regulations and disciplines. I usually ask you to keep a low profile and deal with the neighbors in the village. You all don't care about it. What's the matter?" What the heck? Huh? Why do you ask them to drive a car when they have nothing to do? It’s not good to be a village line car? Otherwise, can someone catch the handle?”

When the other brothers heard this, they looked at each other, and said one by two: "Sir, don't talk about it. Later, when the mayor comes, we will tell him that we have withdrawn from the subsistence allowance. We didn't have money before, but in the past two years I only made money, and I was still in famine before.”

After the atmosphere eased for a while.

One person said: "Third brother, this matter can't be left as it is. You should keep an eye on it to see if the little boy surnamed Wang has violated the rules and disciplines. If so, report him. How can he be so smooth."

"Yes, I don't believe that he doesn't report subsistence allowances to their relatives, and if he catches one, he will report him. If I don't believe this evil, how can he be so awesome in this legal society?"

Wangjiatun.

Wang Biao and his mother came to Liang Meijuan's home for the last trip.

Liang Meijuan is the daughter-in-law of Zhao Yuan, the eldest son of Zhao Zhanhai's eldest brother.

The family has always been a low-income poor household.

Zhao Yuan's family owned land, a tractor and raised cattle, but when he was diagnosed with uremia in [-], Zhao Zhan, who was the village head at the time, was listed as a poor household.

In 17, Zhao Yuan died of cerebral hemorrhage due to complications, leaving behind his son and daughter-in-law who were in his freshman year.

However, the number of impoverished households was canceled when Zhao Zhanhai declared again at the end of the year after he was raped.

The reason was that Liang Meijuan was working in an urban bathing pool, earning nearly 2000 yuan a month, but was canceled by Ma Shijie because her income exceeded the limit.

Wang Biao came here tonight for this purpose. The reason why he asked his mother to accompany him was to prevent some women in the village from talking about their wives.

inside the house.

"Auntie, how much can you drive a month now?" Wang Biao wrote down Liang Meijuan's name with a pen and notebook.

Write income and expenses in two columns below.

Seeing this, Liang Meijuan asked, "Wang Biao, what are you remembering? What is it for?"

Li Guizhi smiled and said: "Meijuan, your eldest nephew wants to report your poor household again, remember this is for you to calculate whether it is enough, and show it to the mayor tomorrow."

Liang Meijuan's face brightened, she really didn't expect this.

She gave up and didn't even think about declaring.

I am working part-time in the city now, so I can barely afford to pay for my children to go to college.

Hearing what Li Guizhi said, she said joyfully, "That's it, sister-in-law. Now I'm one thousand nineteen a month. Sometimes I can earn one hundred bonuses, and when I'm good, I'll give two hundred."

Wang Biao took a pen and wrote: "The bonus is not counted, it is [-], auntie, you run around the city and the countryside every day, do you pay for the car every month or once?"

"Eldest nephew also remember this?" Liang Meijuan didn't understand.

Do you have to report for commuting by car?

Wang Biao said with a smile: "Of course, there are clear regulations in the country for poor households with low-income households. The calculation standard is based on the net income of the whole year, that is, excluding food and drink, and gifts, gifts, and medicines. Pay off the debt, and the rest of the money can be counted as net income. If you run around the village every day, the monthly fare will be 200 yuan, even if you pay a monthly subscription. It’s so hard to declare, how unfair it is.”

"What's the matter!" Liang Meili said: "I take a monthly car ride, 260 yuan a month, and [-] or [-] yuan a day for meals."

Wang Biao frowned: "Auntie, what do you eat, fifteen or sixteen? It's so little, a rice bun without sausage and eggs costs five yuan."

"Whatever you can eat, buy bread and instant noodles, or take a bite out of rice-wrapped burritos, and you have to save the money for your brother's tuition and living expenses." Liang Meijuan's tone was a little helpless.

"That's not okay. Isn't the body built in the future? The gallbladder has been removed, and you still want to make your stomach hurt?"

As Wang Biao said, he took a pen and began to record. The fare was recorded at [-] per month, and the food and drink expenses were recorded at [-].

"Too much, nephew, you have written too much." Liang Meijuan pointed to the notebook and said.

Wang Biao said: "Not much, the current bus in our village costs six yuan per person to go to the street, twelve round trips, and three hundred and sixty for a month, which is reasonable, and that's not counting the two yuan for taking the bus to you." .”

Speaking of this, he asked: "Auntie, how much is Guangyuan's tuition and living expenses for one semester?"

"It's more than 1 yuan. Wait a minute. I have all the bills. I keep his tuition fees, repayment with gifts, and purchases. You see, that is clearer than me."

Wang Biao's eyes lit up, "Really? This one is good."

He laughed out loud.

Li Guizhi said: "What are you laughing at?"

"Mom, do you women like to keep accounts? I remember that you kept accounts when we were young, until I graduated from college. I remember that guy, when I was young, my grandpa gave me 15 yuan to buy football and you kept them. On your account book." Wang Biao said.

He remembered this incident very clearly. He didn't ask his mother for instructions because of this matter. He went directly to the Dahua store to buy a football. When he came back, his mother gave him a good whipping, and even twisted two big purple beans in his thigh. , It hurt so much that his big nose was bubbling from crying.

"15 yuan, that's almost as much as your tuition fee for a semester, you are so bold to buy a ball to play with, I won't beat you up, tell you to spend money recklessly, how poor the family was at that time, divided into one I didn’t have any money to pay your tuition and I had to borrow it from your aunt and aunt, but you used the money to buy a ball, hum, it’s easy to beat you.” Li Guizhi recalled the bitterness.

The family was really poor in those years, because her husband, Wang Guoqiang, used money to gamble on Pai Gow all the year round, and the family couldn’t get the money from selling food every year, so they all paid off the famine. Later, they couldn’t live on, so they separated, good guy, separated At that time, only a few ducks were allocated, less than one thousand catties of corn and four to five hundred catties of wheat, and they did not get any money.

It was so hard back then.

If it weren't for the old man raising more than a dozen sheep and selling sheep to subsidize the family, really.
Liang Meijuan opened the kang cabinet, rummaged through the account book and said: "Poor people keep accounts, rich people, who has the time to keep accounts.

Let alone more than a dozen yuan, even expenditures of more than 1000 and 1 will not be recorded.

"Who said that? My daughter-in-law keeps accounts, and I don't know if my mother taught her. Even if I go out to refill the motorcycle, she has to ask me for an invoice for the account. She can't even say it." Wang Biao laughed. .

Li Guizhi said: "What does it have to do with me? You insisted that your daughter-in-law study accounting. If an accountant doesn't keep accounts, is it still called an accountant? Xiaona is doing a good job. I don't know about you, kid. How much money does it matter?" How much does it cost, master."

Speaking of this, she said to Liang Meijuan: "You don't know, your eldest nephew is really amazing, he can arrange how much money he has in his pocket, and he doesn't spend a penny if he has no money. A few years ago, the new I don’t even buy clothes, I just wear camouflage uniforms and old clothes, the sloppy ones are not as good as the neat ones worn by the old man.”

Liang Meijuan laughed. At that time, Wang Biao was really sloppy. Some trousers were worn out with holes. Trash can bums are no different.

Wang Biao smiled embarrassedly and said, "What do you wear? The backyard burns every day, and everything buried is filled with soil. You can still wear good clothes, but you can make them out of broken clothes and trousers."

He took the ledger and looked through it, then picked up the computer and started collecting the ledger.

It took more than half an hour to finish gathering.

All in all, the income and expenditure of the couple for a year will be the same.

Her son's annual tuition and living expenses alone are more than 6000 yuan.

Liang Meijuan's total gross income did not reach [-] yuan for the one mu of land she sold and the money she earned from part-time jobs.

Counting her mother, sisters and brothers, the red envelopes given to her son during the Chinese New Year only reached about [-] yuan.

This is a very poor household. Even Liang Meijuan's annual net income has not reached 3450 yuan, which is far below the national standard of [-] yuan.

"Auntie, if your family doesn't report it, I, the village head and secretary, will quit. What are you beating Ma Shijie and the others? They won't report it?" Wang Biao said angrily.

Liang Meijuan said: "Nephew, don't. If you don't apply, you won't be able to apply. Your brother will graduate next year and be able to work, and my pressure will be relieved. It doesn't matter. I have persisted for the past two years. This year is not bad." ah."

"Can that work? You must get what you deserve. In this evaluation, my eldest brother from a poor family can still apply for thousands of dollars in subsidies every year in college."

"Really? That would be great." Liang Meijuan was overjoyed. Even with a subsidy of 2000 yuan a year, the family can solve many problems.

At least I can buy two decent new clothes for my son every year.

"Of course, the current national poverty alleviation policy is good, but it's a pity that good policies make it difficult to get help from those who really need it, but I will never allow this to happen in Hongqi Village in the future."

"Auntie, is it okay for me to take a photo? Later, I will show this to the leader and the big guys. It will be more convincing and save people from objecting."

"It's okay, it's just that there is nothing shady about a ledger."

After taking the photo, Wang Biao's head suddenly turned: "Auntie, what major is Guangyuan studying? Are you going to practice soon?"

"Learning numerical control, it seems to be an internship in the second half of next year."

"Oh, auntie, my farm will be in operation later on. If you ask him if he would like to come back to work, it's better than working outside. The price outside is so expensive. It's really not enough to earn four to five thousand a month. , Do it for me, and give him at least three thousand, so that you can also have a watchman." Wang Biao said.

Liang Meijuan was excited all of a sudden, but she didn't dare to agree, but said: "Can he do it?"

"Then there's nothing wrong with it. I appreciate my elder brother's character. He is honest and responsible."

After leaving Liang Meijuan's house, Wang Biao and his mother came to the last trip to the east, the old carpenter's house.

Now that Zhao Zhanhai is out of class, the quota for the old couple has also been cancelled, because the family has a forklift and a car.

This is what Wang Biao found out after checking last year's list.

This is even worse than Liang Meijuan's family.

Old Carpenter He has several children, and now he does live with his youngest son, He Bin, but things here are not that simple.

(End of this chapter)