There were two men and one woman standing next to the young man.
Everyone was so busy watching the fun that they didn't notice when these people arrived.
Huo Qianli didn't care about those things and hurried to pick up the measuring instrument, checking it with concern to see if it was broken.
After the old man, who had been angry and humiliated, went crazy, fear and regret arose in his heart. He stood there at a loss, trembling slightly.
"Are you okay?" Gu Daqiang and Gu Haitao quickly came to Huo Qianli's side, looking concerned.
"It's okay." Huo Qianli stood up slowly and said to Gu Daqiang, "Those are reporters from the provincial newspaper. They filmed what happened just now. This is going to be troublesome. The mayor might even have to resign. You handle this. I'll think of a solution."
When the old man next to him heard this, his face turned pale instantly.
Gu Daqiang also lost his composure, as he suddenly discovered that Huo Qianli, who had his back to the crowd, was blinking at him frantically.
After several months of tacit understanding, he understood instantly. He was determined in his heart, and his tone sank. A tragic sense of responsibility arose spontaneously, "Okay, go ahead! Leave this to me. We are the ones who have caused you trouble, don't worry, I will take care of it!"
Huo Qianli walked quickly towards the person who came, and Wang Wei hurriedly took two steps forward, "Officer Huo, this is the reporter Nan from the provincial newspaper."
A woman wearing black-framed glasses and looking quite artistic took the initiative to extend her hand and said in a gentle voice, "Hello, Officer Huo, my name is Nan Yun. Sorry to bother you, but I want to interview you."
Huo Qianli was stunned. Is this a "male" reporter?
Huo Qianli smiled and stretched out his hand to shake Nan Yun gently, "I'm sorry, I heard that a male reporter was coming earlier, and I really thought it was this Nan."
Nan Yun also smiled and said, "I'm used to it in Shuzhou."
After two smiles, the atmosphere eased a little, but Nan Yun was obviously not here to be friendly. She looked at the crowd on the side and asked, "What is Officer Huo doing?"
"Measure the land,"
"Measure the land?"
Although he knew that this was just a reporter's rhetoric to guide the topic, Huo Qianli still said a little, "Didn't you see that all the measuring instruments we made were broken?"
Nan Yun was slightly choked, but after all, he had seen big scenes before, so he smiled slightly, "So, Officer Huo had a dispute with the villagers?"
"Yes! They are fighting fiercely!" Huo Qianli nodded.
Wang Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he said with a smile, "Cadre Huo, don't say it so seriously. Reporter Nan doesn't know the inside story. What if he really thinks that you have a bad relationship with the villagers?"
This was a very clear reminder. The young man next to him frowned slightly. Nan Yun was relatively calm. He had seen such things in many places. Wang Wei's case was always good.
Unfortunately, Huo Qianli pretended not to hear him and continued, "It's not a question of whether the relationship is good or not. The first is distrust. The villagers are naturally wary and resistant to foreign things, just like a large scale. They can obviously borrow it from someone else, but because they need it when they sell some grain or a pig, they have to use their own. The second reason is profit. Extending from the first one, the land is concentrated in the village, and the village has to pay rent. Even if the land is exchanged, it is based on the area, one-class soil for one-class soil, and two-class soil for two-class soil. One more acre means one less acre. There are real benefits here, so they are afraid of being at a disadvantage."
Nanyun keenly grasped the key point, "How much is the rent for the concentrated land in the village?"
"The initial price is 500 per acre per year."
"Kuku..." The young man who came with Nan Yun couldn't help but sneered.
Five hundred per acre a year, and one cent is only fifty. Why are you fighting so hard for fifty dollars a year?
Nan Yun, who had an artistic temperament, also frowned slightly. It wasn't that she despised them, but she just felt that it was not necessary. It sounded like Huo Qianli was making excuses for the dispute between himself and the villagers, and covering up the fact that he had a bad relationship with the villagers.
With a journalist's keen intuition, she felt that she had touched upon the truth of the matter.
Huo Qianli didn't react much, but said calmly: "Let's not talk about this for now, let me take you for a walk."
"Officer Huo, where are you going?"
After taking a few steps, several villagers caught up with them, looking nervous.
Huo Qianli waved his hand and said, "I'll take the leaders for a walk. Go back and do your work. Don't cause any more trouble for me and I'll thank you."
"Leader!" An old man stepped forward quickly and grabbed Nan Yun's hand. "Don't blame Officer Huo. I was bewildered and confused. It has nothing to do with him!"
It turned out to be Uncle Yong who had just dropped the measuring tape.
Nan Yun was startled and a little dazed.
Seeing that Nan Yun was indifferent, the old man gritted his teeth, bent his knees, and knelt down in front of Nan Yun, "Please, leader!"
Huo Qianli quickly helped him up, and Nan Yun also hurriedly said: "Old man, don't be like this, we are just here for an interview, it's nothing."
After the five of them walked a distance, Nan Yun suddenly said softly, "Fear power but not virtue."
Huo Qianli turned his head and looked at her. Nan Yun said, "Isn't that right?"
"No." Huo Qianli answered calmly and firmly.
"Oh?" Nan Yun raised his eyebrows.
Huo Qianli said softly: "This sentence is too lofty and too general."
"A few days ago, this Uncle Yong went to the town to sell a few chickens, and when he came back he brought me a bag of fruit."
He recalled with a smile: "At that time, he told me that my life here was hard, and he didn't know what to buy, so he just gave me some fruit. I opened it and saw, wow, there were only two apples and a banana, and it looked so painful."
Everyone smiled.
Huo Qianli whispered again: "Then I remembered that they went to town, carrying things on their backs for more than two hours, and they always walked, because even a tricycle would charge two or three yuan for the fare."
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