Deputy Secretary Zhou of H County had just come to wish his colleagues in D County a happy new year in advance, so County Magistrate Huang, who was in charge of county affairs in D County, did not expect that Zhang Hongcheng would suddenly come to "visit".
If you can’t guess it, leave it alone for now and enjoy some good wine and good food.
But after three rounds of wine and five kinds of dishes, Zhang Hongcheng's face was flushed with wine, but he didn't say a word.
Words like "let's build more friendships" went in the left ears of the Huangxian people and flew out the right ears.
This Zhang Hongcheng cannot be underestimated.
He looks honest at such a young age, but actually, hehe.
Huang Xian smiled and urged people to drink while muttering to himself.
The iron frame bridge that the motor vehicle regiment replaced was originally chosen by him and Zhang Hongcheng at the same time. However, when he was still looking for connections, who would have thought that Zhang Hongcheng would quietly play a double act with Old Wei from W County and let the motor vehicle regiment deliver it to him on its own initiative.
So, Zhang Hongcheng would come to D County for no purpose?
Unfortunately, Zhang Hongcheng was tight-lipped, and Old Huang and the others were unable to get anything out of him.
"The Lunar New Year is coming soon. Which county doesn't have a lot of things to deal with?"
When Huang Xian went out to relieve himself, he started whispering with his office director.
"He actually has the leisure to come over here to build rapport with us. That's not right, Old Chen. You need to find a way to trick the people he came with into talking..."
So, Old Chen, the director of the D County Office, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and had someone get Xiao Tu, who came with Zhang Hongcheng, drunk.
As soon as Zhang Hongcheng left, Huang Xian saw Lao Chen walking in with a puzzled look on his face.
"Why? Didn't you find out?"
Old Chen shook his head.
"You're still not confident in my presence, but I've already found out. That drunk kid said whatever he wanted, and judging by my experience, it's probably the truth."
Huangxian became interested.
"Tell me, what exactly is Zhang Hongcheng up to?"
"It's a bit strange. They seem to be really eager to get closer to us in H County. They say it's related to the gentle slope of Xiaoyun Mountain that falls into our county."
Huangxian Z immediately went to the map and found the right place.
"Xiaoyun Mountain? If you hadn't mentioned it, I almost wouldn't have found this little place. Do you know why?"
Old Chen shook his head again.
"So I find it very strange that none of the H County Office staff know what exactly happened to Xiao Yunshan. It seems that only the county leaders know."
Huang Xian and Lao Chen looked at each other, and a smile appeared in their eyes.
They immediately arranged for people to rush to Xiaoyun Mountain to investigate the situation.
Old Chen also carefully instructed the leader: Enter the village secretly and don’t shoot with a gun...
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A full ten minibuses came wobbling from the end of the dirt road, attracting the attention of everyone at the market.
Many villagers who were squatting at the edge of the market to pick up their relatives and friends immediately stood up and stood on tiptoe to look towards the minibus.
These are the people who were organized by the county to work in Pengcheng a few months ago!
They squeezed into seven minibuses when they went there, and ten when they came back. It can be seen that these people really made some money, and they probably brought a lot of things with them.
A wooden gatehouse was built at the entrance of the newly renovated market, with a large, rustic red cloth flower hanging on it.
Zhang Hongcheng, who had just been elected as the official magistrate of the county and removed the word "Dai" from his official title, personally lit the ten thousand-gun blast hanging on the gate tower.
The two clerks pulled the red silk, and two joyous red couplets fell from both sides of the door.
Jin Fengchun immediately called out, and the gong and drum teams from four townships started beating.
There were also hundreds of Northwestern men with white towels wrapped around their heads, dancing and beating waist drums.
Deputy County Magistrate Liao Yuan, who looked much fairer, jumped out from the passenger seat and couldn't help but feel his eyes sore as he watched the scene in front of him.
H County hasn't been this lively for some years.
Several colleagues from the county came forward and shook hands with him and greeted him.
Behind them, hundreds of migrant workers squeezed out of the car carrying large and small bags.
Everyone had a smile on their face, and their backs were much straighter than when they left.
There's no way. I have money in my pocket and I can't be weak.
When they left H County a few months ago, they were wearing the best clothes in their home. The most neat ones had at least two or three patches. But now almost everyone has changed into southern clothes, without any patches at all.
People did not continue to get darker, but many of them became whiter like Liao Xian.
The scene was filled with shouting and calling for one's children and mothers.
There was suppressed joy in almost every voice.
"Hey, why did you bring so much? The telegram you sent earlier didn't say you brought so many things."
"Big, telegrams are too expensive, and they can't say more than a few words. Anyway, there are many villagers returning, and there are cadres accompanying them in a chartered car, so I just take them with me!"
"You bastard, how did you bring it back? I only brought a shoulder pole."
"Sir, please keep your voice down. I'm going to sell this half of the stuff..."
"What is this? You bastard... why are these all women's clothes?"
"Big brother, the three brothers from the neighboring village haven't come back yet. They're looking after the factory in the south. These are the goods we pooled our money to get from the sales department of our factory."
"How much money do you dare to waste?"
"I got it for three dollars. Do you think I can sell it for five dollars?"
The old man immediately put down the carrying pole he had raised, and he smiled happily.
"Yes! Why not? It's only three dollars a piece, why don't you take more?"
"I'm not an ox, how can I carry so much? Don't say anything, the truck behind us is coming. Liao County has organized a lot of rare southern goods to come over. Let's go and pick some first."
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