The mayor is a little bit thick

Chapter 29 The name is actually super old (please ask for a monthly ticket for recommendation)

"Come on, come on, come on Wangcai." Wang Biao patted the kang and shouted.

The two dogs lying on the floor of the outer room heard the call and pushed open the wooden door of the warm pavilion and jumped on the kang. Perhaps they sensed the depression of the master, the two dogs were not as lively as before. Instead of making cheap jokes, they put their heads on Wang Biao's chest and face.

Wang Biao hugged the two dogs, one on the left and one on the right, and put his face on Lai Qian'er's head, and then on Wang Cai'er's head again and again.

The two dogs sometimes lick their master's face and hands with the softest tongue in their bodies, trying to soothe and warm their master's gloomy heart.

"Come on Qian'er, Wangcai'er, you don't have to suffer with me in the future. I will find you a rich master who can feed you dog food and meat." Wang Biao muttered with a bitter smile.

"Wow, woof."

"Wang~"

The two dogs stared at the four dogs and stared at the master, protesting.

Lying on the top of the kang silently looking at his grandson and two dogs, the old man asked, "Biao, you want to sell the dog for money, and pay back your grandfather's money?"

Wang Biao nodded.

The old man looked at Wang Biao and stopped talking. He knew that his great-great-great-grandson loved dogs very much since he was a child. Since he was a child, the family has never stopped keeping dogs. Sometimes when the dog died of illness, he would cry out his heart. For many years, I have always wanted dogs, bought dogs, and now I want to sell dogs for the first time
The old man rested his chin on the pillow again, looked at the yellow mud-smeared floor in front of the kang, thought for a long time without saying a word,
After a long time, the old man sat up and said, "Biao, didn't you say that some time ago a netizen wanted to buy sheep, and sold all our sheep."

"Master." Wang Biao was stunned.

The old man said to himself: "This sheep can't be raised by a large group, and it's not easy to manage. The sheep are doing well these days, and they are just for sale. Just keep those half-sized lambs, and it will save food. Raising more tastes." My son is also big."

"Grandfather, I, I have already spent so much money on you, I can't spend any more"

"Stupid boy, isn't it just for you to spend your money, oh, you can contact that person tomorrow, and if the price is right, you can sell them all."

A few teardrops condense from the corners of his eyes. He is so useless. He is in his 30s, and he is still gnawing on the coffin book of an old man in his [-]s
The next morning, Li Guizhi finished packing the pots and pans, went to the backyard, and took the humiliated things in the kang cabinet outside to dry one by one, "eldest son, come and get the two big suitcases on the cabinet for mom." Come down, Mom will take out the quilt inside and dry it in the sun."

"Oh!" Wang Biao responded, and came to the back room, thinking about his feet, and took down two boxes that were a year or two older than him, with two small happy characters printed on them.

After leaving it for a winter, a thick layer of ash fell on it.

Wang Biao carried it outside, swept it with a broom, then opened the box and took out two quilts and put them on the clothesline.

Li Guizhi put the rag into the water basin and took it outside to wipe the two large boxes bought when she got married. At that time, she got married and had no three-gold jewelry or a new house. She only built a kang cabinet, a vertical cabinet and two A big suitcase.

It's plain, stumbling, and more than 30 years have passed in a blink of an eye.

After wiping, she flipped through the marriage certificate lying at the bottom of the box, curled her lips, she must have been stupid at the beginning, why did she marry such a live donkey, and threw it aside, she flipped through other things, her son's Diploma, certificate of honor, um, what is this piece of paper?IOU?

Li Guizhi opened the paper, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Son, come here quickly. The family separation agreement is still there. Do you think it's okay to take this to the town?"

Wang Biao ran out of the house in a hurry, and took the yellowish oily paper from his mother's hand. It was indeed a separation agreement, and there were signatures and fingerprints of his grandfather, father and several notaries on the ground.

"It works. This proves that the house belongs to my grandfather and the others. I will go to the village chief to ask them to issue a certificate, and then go to the town to find the secretary."

Wang Biao excitedly prepared the separation agreement, and ran to the village government on his motorcycle, but when he arrived at the village, he was handed over with a small pot of cold water. Zhao Zhanhai said that he could not report, and he had finished reporting, so he called Niu Yongcheng. , but this guy said that he resigned and quit, and he went to whomever he wanted.

Wang Biao rode his motorcycle to the town again, and found Gaoguan Ji again.

Zhu Shaobo looked carefully at the antique paper in his hand. The content of the agreement was both funny and pitiful. What kind of hard life did the family have at the beginning, and seven ducks and four chickens were divided. Seeing the following As for the content, he couldn't help but frowned, and felt pity in his heart. It was such a dilapidated house, and this family only had a residential area, but it couldn't be sold to others.

"Hey, why didn't I bring this thing earlier, the reporting system is closed now, so I can't report it."

"What? Then what should we do? As you have seen, the house does not belong to our family. If there is another earthquake in the future, who will be responsible for something?" Wang Biao said excitedly.

Zhu Shaobo pondered for a few seconds, "Well, you take this agreement to find the secretary, and now Mayor Ma is just here."

Wang Biao took the separation agreement, followed Zhu Shaobo to the secretary's office again, and handed it to Secretary Qi.

Qi Yongbo took the agreement paper and started to read it, "Why didn't you bring it that day? If you did, you would report it directly to your family. Now the reporting system is closed, and there is no way to report it again."

Wang Biao asked in a panic: "Secretary, what should we do? What if the house collapses and hurts people in an earthquake?"

"But there's no other way. If you build it yourself, I'll report your family to the rebuilding of the dilapidated mud-thatched house. This way, we can subsidize nearly 2 yuan." Qi Yongbo suggested.

"But it's [-] to [-] yuan short of subsidies. Our family has no money, secretary. If we had money, we would have waited until now. Look, it's not our family's fault. What I said was the truth, but Li If the mayor doesn't believe it, should the town government be responsible for this matter?" Wang Biao asked emotionally.

Qi Yongbo said: "Son, this is not the time to pursue responsibility. Mayor Li is also strictly implementing the meeting instructions issued by the district and the city."

The townsman Ma Shangfeng who was sitting on the chair said at this time: "Then why didn't your family bring this agreement earlier, bring it earlier, no such thing will not happen."

"Young man, there is really no other way now. The reporting system was closed yesterday. Don't talk about looking for me now. You can't add it even if you find it in the district or city. You should consider what I told you. If you want to Cover, just take care of the mud house renovation project." Qi Yongbo returned the separation agreement to Wang Biao.

He asked again: "Young man, judging by your speech and behavior, you have a high degree of education, right? Where do you work and what do you do?"

Wang Biao took over the separation agreement mechanically, and said: "Graduated from a bachelor's degree, without a job, and the secretary wants to have money in my family, so why would you go to the town again and again?"

"I don't have the money to go out and make money. Look at this big guy, he's still a college student. Don't you feel ashamed if he doesn't make money to build a house by himself? Be ambitious. Let's make money to build a big house by ourselves. That's pretty cool."

Wang Biao frowned, and turned his eyes to Ma Shangfeng, who had a big black mole with hair on his neck, and his chest swelled instantly.

Qi Yongbo glanced at Ma Shangfeng, and then said to Wang Biao: "Then what are you doing now? Farming at home?"

Wang Biao suppressed his anger, turned around and said, "Write online novels at home."

"Oh, really? I usually like to read fairy tale novels, the one you wrote? What's the name, can you read it online, show me." Qi Yongbo asked curiously.

Wang Biao said: "It's fantasy, it hasn't been uploaded to the Internet yet, I'm saving the manuscript, and it's kept in the author's background." He took out his mobile phone, turned on the writer's assistant, and handed it to Qi Yongbo to read.

After Qi Yongbo took it over and browsed for a few minutes, he couldn't help but nodded and praised, "Not to mention, your writing is really attractive and beautiful. I didn't expect you to be quite talented."

Qi Yongbo chatted with Wang Biao about his income from writing novels, and said, "You see, you are a college student, and your writing skills are pretty good. Why don't you apply for a civil servant? Take the civil servant exam in our town. It's not bad to stay at home. okay?"

Wang Biao shook his head, "I can't be an official with my temper, and I will offend people."

Come with hope, return with loss,
Summer is over and autumn is coming, and in a blink of an eye, it is September in the world.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn wind is blowing.

Although it's late September, the corn seedlings are still green and there is no sign of autumn.

Wang Biao, wearing an old camouflage pattern and wearing a big straw hat, is standing at the bottom of the slope, sweating profusely, towards his old uncle who stopped on the dirt road on the slope. The orange-yellow Zongshen 50 gasoline three-donkey truck threw loess into the bucket.

This is already the No.20 car or the No.19 car he pulls. Anyway, he pulls four or five cars a day. The soil he pulls is for the yard of his grandfather's house. The reason why he pulls it is entirely to pay off the debt.

In June, although he sold 2 sheep, the price was only more than 35 yuan. He followed Wang Hongkun as a laborer for his grandpa, aunt, and two other houses. 260 and a half days, one hundred and twelve a day, earning [-] yuan,
It is one hundred and two a day to pull the soil, and now it is more than 2000, and the 3 yuan can be paid off. In a few days, the brick road in the courtyard will be paved, and the seepage well will be dug out and bricks will be laid. I can top up the remaining more than 2000 yuan.

Although the past few months have been bitter and tiring, although he has been ordered and abused by Wang Hongkun, and despite all the sneering and ridicule, Wang Biao has also gained a lot. He knows all the ways involved in building a house. The doorways in the big and small bags of the house, such as the quality of sand and cement, the amount and the ratio, such as how many bricks, how many tons of cement, dozens of meters of sand, how many steel bars, etc. are used to build a house of [-] square meters. clear.

Social experience has also increased a lot along with his physical strength, and these experiences can't help but make his mentality grow a lot, and make the idea and the fire in his heart more vigorous.

In this life, if he can't achieve a big career, he will exile himself into the stratosphere in a hot air balloon, and then take a deep leap and turn into a shooting star, illuminating the night sky.

After throwing dozens of shovels, the bucket was finally full. It took nearly two hours to dig nearly one cubic meter of soil.

Wang Biao grabbed the hem of his clothes and wiped the sweat all over his face, comforting himself like Ah Q in his heart, this is aerobic breathing exercise, not work.

Thinking about it this way made me feel much more comfortable.

He bent down, took a few steps, jumped up the slope from the one-meter-long soil pit he dug out, put the shovel on the slope, drove the car, drove down the dirt slope, and walked to the house on the waterway At this time, a forklift in front of him, which was pushing piles of manure and garbage on the edge of the pit, lay across the road, blocking his way.

Smelling the smell of rancid dung and looking at the piles of dung, Wang Biao, who was worried about the country and the people, felt melancholy again. This entertainment place in their childhood had changed in just a few months. It became a cesspit piled with one or two hundred cars of stinky dung. Even though it is more than 20 meters away from the dung pile, the sour stench still burrows into the nostrils.

Beautify the rural living environment?Hey, although the village is clean, Wang Biao thinks that dumping the excrement in this sandpit has greatly polluted the environment. In the past, the cesspit behind the pigpens was full of excrement, household garbage and plant ash, but Every year after spring and autumn, every household will excrete and scatter the manure that has been vomited over the summer on the cultivated land without causing any pollution.

But now, under the slogan of beautifying the sanitation of the village, the village uses a forklift to level up the dung and ash pits that have been used for decades in the pigpens of every household, and cover them with sand.

Later, the dung and garbage from every household in the village were dumped into Beidakeng.

Not to mention the troubles for every household, it also greatly pollutes the environment. This large sandpit is more than ten meters deep, almost reaching the groundwater at the top. When it rains, the rainwater washes away all kinds of feces and household garbage, and all of them flow into the bottom of the sandpit. , almost without much filtration, all go deep into the groundwater.

Although the wells drilled by every household now are 40 to [-] meters of water on the second floor, whoever is on the third floor, but the water on the first floor, second floor, and third floor is all drilled through and connected by each family.

The problem of groundwater pollution in rural areas has become more and more serious. Wang Biao misses the time when he was eating at home before junior high school. A cool and luxurious feeling.

But 20 years have passed, and now drinking the water at a depth of more than 40 meters not only loses the sweet and refreshing taste, but also causes diarrhea after drinking. You can only drink boiled water, even plain boiled water tastes very poor.

Wang Biao reckons that the pollution of their groundwater is almost caused by more and more cement pipe seepage wells being built by others. It is the same, but it is directly poured into the head water, and the domestic dirty water is directly discharged inside.

Although he was angry and resentful, he was powerless to change and stop him. He could only accept it passively. He had called several major media outlets, but they couldn't get through at all.

Alas, this is the reality, they have no money, they can only deal with it to survive.

Seeing the forklift pushing manure down the concrete road, Wang Biao hastily let go of the clutch and moved forward, and honked the horn a few times to call the forklift driver.

Seeing the forklift driver looking at him, he speeded up and drove towards Tunli.

As soon as he came to the village, he saw Zhao Zhanhai, who had just been elected as the representative of the People's Congress of Dahua Town, standing beside the car, chatting with Ma Shijie and others with a red face.

Wang Biao ignored it, and wanted to go over if he came on, but Zhao Zhanhai spoke!
　Originally, many things happened in the past few months, but I was afraid to write them out. You think I was procrastinating in hydrology, so I only wrote them briefly and condensed many important things together!
　　
　
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