She will definitely say, "Well, you have no conscience... I've been so good to you... but you didn't say a word for me at the critical moment..."

Thinking of this scene, Li Lin felt his scalp tingling.

However, despite this, he still does not regret his decision.

...

At this time, Weishui Township, Tea Village.

Yang Ping followed Yuan Meng and visited every household along the village's cement road.

Yuan Meng is in high spirits and is full of curiosity and passion about everything in the village.

In comparison, Yang Ping pales in comparison.

The village party secretary led Yuan Meng into a villager's home.

At home was a man in his fifties, playing with his three-year-old grandson in the yard.

The village party secretary led Yuan Meng, Yang Ping... and five or six rural cadres rushed into the red-walled courtyard.

The old man's wrinkled face suddenly tightened and he looked at the crowd in confusion... His three-year-old grandson also looked up at the group of strangers with his eyes rolling.

The village party secretary quickly let Yuan Meng come to him and introduced him, "This is our new deputy county chief, Yuan. He is here today to learn about the history of tea planting in our village and the current income of the villagers...Don't have any psychological burden, just say whatever you want to say. Deputy county chief Yuan is here to do good things for us."

The old man first smiled at Yuan Meng, then stood on tiptoe to look behind her to see who from the village had come... When he saw Yang Ping, his smile became even brighter, and he pointed at her and said, "Isn't this Secretary Yang? So many leaders are here... I'll go move the stools, leaders, sit down and talk, sit down and talk."

When Yang Ping was the deputy secretary, she was in charge of this village, so many villagers knew her and knew that she was the township leader. So they were particularly friendly when they saw her. After all, a county magistrate is not as good as a current one.

Yang Ping, the local official, was warmly received by the people. She looked beaming and smiled unconsciously. She felt very proud to be in front of Yuan Meng.

The old man and the branch secretary went to move the stools.

Several village cadres voluntarily stood outside the yard to smoke.

Yuan Meng walked up to Yang Ping and said with a smile, "Secretary Yang, the villagers are so familiar with you, which shows that you often interact with them. I must learn more from you and integrate with the masses in the future."

Yang Ping lowered her head and smiled, saying modestly, "What are you talking about, Deputy County Magistrate Yuan? You are the leader, and I should learn more from you..."

In fact, she thought, you are the deputy county chief, not the township leader, you just need to make decisions. How can you be efficient if you go door to door and ask questions? Hey, you have to do everything yourself, you have no grassroots experience, and you are still young! If I were the deputy county chief, I could just make a phone call and the township would report the data I needed... There would be no need to go through so much trouble.

In Yang Ping's eyes, Yuan Meng was like a child who had not experienced much of the world. Her head was full of naive ideas and she was not down-to-earth at all. She could not help but look down on her.

Bring the stool over here.

Yuan Meng wiped the stool again and again...and finally sat down.

Several people formed a circle in the yard.

Yuan Meng first asked the old man, "How many people are there in your family? What do you do? How many acres of land do you have? What are your thoughts and opinions on the current life in the village?"

Yang Ping couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard these questions... What childish questions are there? If the masses have any thoughts and opinions about the life in the village, can you solve them by just speaking them out? If you can't solve them, you can't just ask them blindly. If you ask them out, you have to solve them. Otherwise, won't this create instability in the village?

When the time comes, you will just walk away, and the people will go to the township one by one to ask, "When will the road in our village be repaired? When will the square in our village be built? When will our subsidy come?"

There is not a single stroke in the eight characters. How should the village cadres answer?

The village party secretary understood Yang Ping's concerns and secretly winked at the old man, reminding him to just say the good things and not to cause trouble for the leaders.

The old man was about to say something, but when he saw the village party secretary winking at him, he quickly laughed and said, "There are five people in my family... My child and his wife work in Longjian Factory, and we old couple take care of the child at home... The village is pretty good now, the roads have been repaired, and although the square is a bit run-down, it is also a place for leisure... I have no thoughts or opinions, everything is pretty good..."

The village party secretary quickly took over the conversation, "Deputy County Chief Yuan, the satisfaction of our villagers can be said to be the highest in the township. Except for the backward infrastructure, everything else is good... If the county can give us more money to improve the environment and sanitation, it will be even better, hehe..."

Yuan Meng smiled and said, "Well, I took a look around the village. The people are of high quality and very happy. Everyone has a smile on their face... If the county has a project to improve environmental sanitation, I will lean towards our township and village."

When the village party secretary and the old man heard Yuan Meng's answer, they were so happy that they couldn't stop smiling.

Yang Ping secretly shook her head at this naive idea. She forced a polite smile and poured cold water on everyone, saying, "Deputy County Chief Yuan's idea is good, but the foundation of our Weishui Township is too poor, and there are many areas that need investment. In comparison, the infrastructure of this village is complete..."

What this means is that if there really is a project, it will be tilted towards poorer villages to improve the living environment of the people there.

Yuan Meng smiled awkwardly, and the smile on her face faded a little. She thought to herself, Yang Ping, aren't you trying to sabotage me? I built a beautiful vision for the village, but you interrupted it. How can I, the deputy county chief, feel?

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