Official Road Bandit Road Peach Blossom Luck

It was Zhao Changqiang's first time entering Xiangyun Village.When he was there, Xiangyun Village gave him the deepest impression of being messy and messy!The streets are full of sewage, piles of garbage, and leaves everywhere. The autumn wind blows, and plastic bags are flying in the wind. They hang on the branches, treetops and eaves, flying in the wind like a white flag raised by the Japanese devils, making grinning noises.Fortunately, it is already cold this season, otherwise the streets would be full of buzzing flies.

Zhao Changqiang was accompanied by four people, one was Xiao Gao, the secretary temporarily arranged for him by the county government, the other was Li Xingming, the director of Xiangyun Street Office, and the other was a professional lawyer hired by Zhao Changqiang.

As soon as the three of them entered the main street of Xiangyun Village on foot, an agricultural Wuzheng tricycle whizzed past them with its horn blaring. The wheels ran over the sewage on the ground, splashing the four of them all over.

"Hey, how are you driving! Didn't you see anyone?" Secretary Xiao Gao shouted at the tricycle.

The tricycle driver's ears are good, and he heard Xiao Gao's shouting. He lightly braked, slowed down, stuck his head out of the car, and shouted at Zhao Changqiang and the others: "Are your eyes growing on your butt? Did you see the car coming? Don’t you hide away? At this time, you are relying on me? You got under my wheels yourself, and you are relying on me when you are crushed to death? Shit!”

Xiao Gao is a college student who just graduated this year. He has just started working and has great respect for Zhao Changqiang. He wanted to vent his anger on Zhao Changqiang, but unexpectedly, he was insulted by the driver again. He was so angry that he trembled all over. He pointed at the driver and said: "You, how are you talking! Do you know who this is?"

While talking, Xiao Gao pointed to Zhao Changqiang beside him.

The driver glanced at Zhao Changqiang, and when he saw Zhao Changqiang's eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he didn't dare to pester him anymore, so he curled his lips and said, "Damn, who cares about my business! I want to hear something nice and go home Find your mother!"

After the tricycle driver finished speaking, he kicked the accelerator to the end, and the tricycle roared and sped away, splashing mud spots all over the sky, splashing down on the gray walls on both sides of the street, and then sliding down on the wall naturally, leaving long traces, as if lying on its back. Like crawling reptiles on the wall, it's as ugly as it gets.

"Deputy Magistrate Zhao, look at this?????" Xiao Gao said angrily.After speaking, he turned his head and said to the lawyer who came with him, "Lawyer Hu, do you think we can sue him?"

Lawyer Hu wiped the mud spots on his clothes with a paper towel, and said with a wry smile: "We don't even know what people's names are, so how can we sue them? Besides, even if we sue people, the court will not accept such cases." !"

Zhao Changqiang casually patted the mud spots on his body, and while continuing to move forward, he said indifferently: "The court refused to accept the case because the matter was minor. If he was punched into a concussion, the court will definitely accept it."

The three of them looked at Zhao Changqiang's back and couldn't help but look at each other, wondering if their ears had heard it wrong just now.

"As expected of the bandit magistrate." Lawyer Hu followed behind with a mutter.

Zhao Changqiang first chose a dilapidated courtyard, and when he walked in, he found only an old man in his 50s at home. The old man had a disabled right leg, was holding a cane in his right hand, and was watering the chrysanthemums all over the yard with a watering can in his left hand.The old man planted chrysanthemums, the golden yellow ones are really beautiful.

After a few pleasantries, Zhao Changqiang knew that the old man's surname was He.

When Old Man He found out that the person who came was actually the deputy magistrate of Qingyun County, he immediately let everyone into the house excitedly, giving up their seats, handing cigarettes and making tea.Zhao Changqiang quickly stopped him, and said: "Old man, your legs and feet are inconvenient, so don't worry about it. Come on, I'll help you sit down."

Zhao Changqiang was talking, and personally supported the old man to sit on a chair.

The old man patted his old broken leg hard and said: "Oh! I was injured during the Vietnam War, and I stepped on a landmine during a surprise attack. I missed my life and my leg was blown up! Oh, old, old, This leg is getting weaker and weaker."

Zhao Changqiang stood up in awe, and gave the old man a military salute with a bang, and then said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it turns out you're an old hero!"

The old man was also a cheerful person, he laughed and said, "Hahaha, County Magistrate Zhao, if I guessed correctly, you must have been a soldier too, right?"

"Hehe, how does the old man know?" Zhao Changqiang asked with a smile.

"Smell! You have the smell of an iron-blooded soldier. Not only have you been a soldier, but you have also been on the battlefield and fought in actual combat! Only soldiers who have fought in actual combat are considered real soldiers! Soldiers on the shooting range have been working for ten years. New recruits! Hahaha!" Seeing that Zhao Changqiang is a soft-hearted person, the old man became emotional, as if meeting an old comrade who had been lost for many years.

"Old man, I think you are living a poor life. Who else is there in the family?" Zhao Changqiang saw that the furnishings of Old Uncle He's house were very simple. Even the TV set in the corner was black and white. In the age of computers and computers, black and white TV sets can be classified as antiques.

Speaking of life, the old man looked sad and said: "Oh! There is also a wife who sells vegetables at the Qingyun County Farmer's Market. My son just graduated this year and is busy looking for a job every day. Our whole family relies on his wife alone. It hurt her too."

Zhao Changqiang was stunned for a moment. As far as he knew, veterans of the Vietnam War had pensions, not to mention soldiers who were disabled in the battle like the old man, even ordinary engineers. Now the country has a monthly subsidy of 600 yuan. , Why didn't the old man mention it just now?

Zhao Changqiang was puzzled, and quickly asked: "Old man, don't Vietnam Veterans get a monthly subsidy? Don't you?"

"Oh! Don't mention it, I feel useless when I mention it. After my leg was blown up by a landmine, I was also knocked out, but I don't know what happened. When I woke up, I became a A prisoner of others! It was not until the end of the war, when the two armies exchanged prisoners, that I was exchanged. I didn’t know until later that our army lost that battle, and withdrew from the battle before cleaning up the battlefield. Later, the Vietnamese army When I was cleaning the battlefield, I was found, so I became a prisoner. After the exchange of prisoners and returning to China, my comrades in arms were promoted, and those who arranged work were arranged. That is, the recruits at that time are now receiving pensions every month. I also I asked the civil affairs department, but they said that I was a prisoner and had no pension. Damn, if I hadn’t been stunned by landmines at that time, who the hell would be willing to be a prisoner? I don’t even have the glorious Lei that my instructor gave me There is no time to use it!"

Speaking of what happened back then, the old man was a little excited and began to scold his mother.But Zhao Changqiang didn't feel that this was the old man's disrespect towards him at all, he just frowned, and after the old man finished speaking, he said with a serious face: "Old man, what is the specific national policy for the situation you are talking about?" I’m not sure about the regulations, but I’m here to solemnly assure you, and I’ll definitely ask you about it when I get back. It’s not your fault that you were captured. You have shed blood and made meritorious deeds for this country. Believe it The country will never forget you!"

After hearing Zhao Changqiang's statement, the old man immediately stood up excitedly, held Zhao Changqiang's hand and said, "Deputy Magistrate Zhao, then I really have to thank you very much! I don't ask too much, as long as I can Just drag this family back! Alas, you don’t know, my old woman, it’s hard! For more than ten years, I’ve been dragging my children to take care of me, and my hair is half white when I’m less than sixty.”

Zhao Changqiang hurriedly supported the old man to sit down again, and then said: "Don't worry, old man, I will definitely ask you about this matter. If the national policy does not allow it, I will cover your living expenses in the future."

"Oh, that's out of the question. How can I spend your money!" Uncle He wanted to stand up excitedly again.

Zhao Changqiang hurriedly pushed him onto the small stool, and said, "Actually, I came to Xiangyun Village today mainly to do a public opinion survey."

"Poll? Survey what?" the old man asked in surprise.

"Old man, now the government wants to transform Xiangyun Village into an urban village, so that everyone can move into new houses and get relocation compensation. I'm here to investigate whether everyone is willing to relocate and whether they support the government's project." Zhao Changqiang finally stated the purpose of this trip.

"Of course I am willing to relocate! If you want me to say, Xiangyun Village should have undergone urbanization a long time ago! Now Xiangyun Village is crowded among a group of high-rise buildings, and my old man looks ugly. Our Xiangyun Village is in Laqingyun County. Hind leg!" said the old man, patting his thigh.

Zhao Changqiang didn't expect the old man to have such an attitude. If the old neighbors in Xiangyun Village had this attitude, how could Sun Guangliang's transformation last year end in such a tragedy?

"Old man, this is just your own thought, what do other old neighbors think?" Zhao Changqiang asked again.

"Deputy County Magistrate Zhao, I dare not say anything else. Almost all the old neighbors in Xiangyun Village are willing to relocate. Let's talk about Lao Suntou's house. Both of his sons have reached the age of marriage, but a family of four is squeezed into the house. In the three old houses, a few days ago, the eldest of his family talked about someone outside, and it has reached the point of discussing marriage. Luckily, Suntou’s son has a good mind, and told the girl that Xiangyun Village will soon be transformed into a village in the city. By then, their family will need a house, a house, a car, and a car, so the girl didn’t immediately I broke up with Xiaosun. So, now old Sun is praying every day, praying that the government will quickly carry out urban transformation of Xiangyun Village."

When mentioning the matter of the old grandson's family, the old man said a little helplessly.

The four of Zhao Changqiang couldn't help looking at each other. They didn't expect such a situation to exist in Xiangyun Village. Secretary Xiao Gao quickly made notes in his notebook and asked, "Old man, in this situation like you said, Xiangyun Village too much?"

"Many! Of course there are many. As far as I know, there are more than 20, and they are all waiting for a house to marry a daughter-in-law! But they themselves have no money to buy a house, and they wait for the government to relocate every day." The old man said immediately.

"Since everyone is willing to demolish and rebuild, why didn't Secretary Sun of the county party committee start this project last year? Not only did it end in haste, but even a tragedy happened?" Zhao Changqiang asked suspiciously.

"Hey! It's not because of the unscrupulous bosses of those small factories! They have done a good job here. After the relocation, their workshops will be gone. This is tantamount to cutting off their money. Of course they don't want to relocate!" The old man said sharply.

"Are there many such workshops? Do they have a business license?" Xiao Gao asked while recording.

"Well, there are quite a few. There are more than 30 workshops, and there are many types. Some make baskets, some make powder sticks, some make welding rods, and some make washing powder. Most of these workshops are self-employed. license, but there are also black workshops operating without a license." The old man thought for a while and said.

"Operating without a license? Why didn't the relevant departments come to seize it?" Zhao Changqiang asked in surprise.

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