He Boyuan quickly followed and got into the car. Xu Yuanzheng gave an order and the car drove out.
The dust danced lightly, blurring the faces of the people who ran out.
When the car turned a hill not far away, Xu Yuanzheng suddenly asked the driver to stop.
He looked at He Boyuan, who was puzzled, rubbed his red eyes, and said with a nasal tone, "Comrade Boyuan, will you accompany me upstairs?"
He Boyuan frowned, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.
The two got out of the car and slowly walked up the hill.
About ten minutes later, the two stood on the top of the hill, and Zhuyang Village gradually spread out along the hillside before their eyes.
Xu Yuanzheng turned his head to look at He Boyuan who was a little out of breath, and smiled and said: "What is your first impression of Zhuyang Village?"
When it comes to specific work, He Boyuan is still willing to talk. He took a breath and said, "I think it's pretty good. There are core industries and everyone's income level is not bad."
He smiled and said, "Mayor Yuanzheng has done a good job. I can learn from him."
"It has nothing to do with me." Xu Yuanzheng shook his head unexpectedly.
He looked at the village committee in the distance and said softly, "You still remember that military uncle, right?"
He Boyuan nodded.
"He is the old bamboo craftsman in the village. He used to have the best skills and is the leader of the bamboo weaving in Zhuyang Village this time. Secretary Huo set this direction when we went to investigate. Uncle Jun, who had never been out of Dongjiang County in most of his life, was very carsick and vomited. He got off the car and said he would never take a car again."
Xu Yuanzheng smiled and said, "Later, he took people there three more times."
He Boyuan also smiled and said, "If you get carsick, just sit more."
Xu Yuanzheng shook his head again. "At his age, he can't be cured. He always vomits and can't even walk steadily after getting off the bus. We all advised him not to go, but he refused. He said that if he didn't go and learn it himself, what if he didn't do it well?"
He turned his head and looked at He Boyuan, "What do you think he wants?"
He Boyuan's smile slowly disappeared and he fell silent.
Xu Yuanzheng pointed to an adobe house not far away and said, "The owner of this house is the old man who just asked to discuss this with Secretary Huo. His son and daughter-in-law work as laborers on construction sites outside to earn some hard-earned money for their children's education. Before, the couple were in their sixties or seventies and still had to farm and carry dozens or hundreds of kilograms of cargo up and down the hill."
"Later, we started this bamboo weaving business. The old couple helped out in the village. It was a job that was easy and could earn them a little more money. Their coffin money and the little money they left for their sons and grandchildren all depended on this."
He Boyuan pursed his lips and stared at the room in a daze.
Xu Yuanzheng added: "At that time, there was a woman holding a child who mocked you. Don't take it seriously."
He Boyuan quickly shook his head.
"She was also a miserable person." Xu Yuanzheng sighed, "She married here from another place, but not long after the child was born, the husband fell ill and died. He also spent all the family's money, leaving only a child and an old mother. Many people were wondering if she would abandon the family and run away, but she insisted on staying, and even her own parents couldn't persuade her to stay."
"I wanted to work in the industrial park in Hushan Village before, but when I saw her with her baby, it was inconvenient for the factory to take her away, so they confiscated her property. She had no choice but to carry the child on her back to farm to support her family. Fortunately, we later started bamboo art, so she can help with the work in the house, and the child doesn't have to be exposed to the wind and sun. Do you think she is worried?"
He Boyuan nodded and sighed, "If it were me, I would probably be more worried and say something more extreme."
Xu Yuanzheng took out a cigarette box from his pocket, handed it to He Boyuan, and took the initiative to light it for him.
"The achievements of Zhuyang Village are certainly due to the leadership of Secretary Huo and Mayor Cao, as well as our guidance and help, but more importantly, it is because these people themselves have suffered too much and want to live a good life too much. They are like the grass in the cracks of the rocks. When they find a little space, they will desperately come out to see the life under the sun."
"I'm not asking you to really treat them as brothers and sisters, elders and juniors, and to empathize with them in everything. I just think that you must have achieved results when you came here. So, if you help them live a good life, your political achievements will come naturally. There is no conflict."
Xu Yuanzheng sighed, "It was only after Secretary Huo came that I gradually realized this problem. I hope you can realize it sooner."
The hidden unhappiness in He Boyuan's heart had disappeared. Looking at Xu Yuanzheng's sincere face, he nodded heavily, "Don't worry, I will."
Xu Yuanzheng smiled and said, "This principle is very simple, but the hard part is persistence."
He looked at Zhuyang Village, his eyes gradually blurred, as if he was recalling his past, and whispered: "Because we often don't do the right thing, but do what we think is easier at the moment, and then when we look back and find that we have gone far wrong, we regret it infinitely."
He Boyuan's mind was shaken, but Xu Yuanzheng had already retracted his gaze and patted his shoulder, saying sincerely: "Comrade Boyuan, that's all I have to say. I wish you all the best."
He Boyuan nodded seriously.
The two of them went down the mountain. The driver was standing by the road. When he saw them, he immediately came over and looked at Xu Yuanzheng awkwardly and timidly. "Mayor Xu, Village Chief Gao and his men came over just now and gave you something, saying it was a token of their love. But they left the things and ran away. I don't dare to make the decision. What do you think?"
As he spoke, the driver opened the trunk.
Eggs, rapeseed oil, pork, vegetables, rice, flour...
Of course, there is also bamboo weaving.
Looking at the agricultural and sideline products that filled the entire trunk, Xu Yuanzheng was stunned for a full minute, then wiped his eyes and said to He Boyuan with a smile: "See, this is called no regrets."
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