Saturday, Hushan Village.
In the spring in this small southwestern town, there is no wind or sand, only gentle spring breeze and continuous spring rain.
The village at eight o'clock in the morning is refreshing but not cold, warm but not hot. It is the best time of the year and the most comfortable time of the day.
At times like this, it is suitable for taking a walk or sitting leisurely, but not for holding a meeting.
But today, Hushan Village has to hold a meeting.
A tea party for villagers with two days' notice.
After doing radio gymnastics and having breakfast, the villagers gathered in the dam of the village committee in groups of three or four.
It is said that Cadre Huo will also come.
If Cadre Huo wants to come, we must be proactive.
"Do you know what we are going to do at today's meeting?"
"Yeah, that's right, that damn Murakami hasn't told us what the meeting is about yet!"
"You guys are always worrying about nothing all day long. Why don't you just listen? Why bother so much!"
"That's right, I've already told you guys to do it, why should I ask you to say a few words?"
While people on this side were chatting, the village cadres and enthusiastic villagers were still making the final adjustments to the layout of the venue over there.
Since this time it was called a tea party, the venue layout was similar to the previous tea party. Long tables were arranged in the shape of a U. The side facing the gate, with its back to the office building, was the rostrum. Behind the other three sides were rows of benches, where the villagers sat.
When it was almost nine o'clock, Huo Qianli came in with People's Congress Chairman Peng Daren, Deputy Town Mayor Xiao Yao, and Town Party Committee Office Director Jiang Hengyu. Together with him were several leaders of Tongda Cultural Tourism Company headed by Mr. Xiao Cai.
For long-term considerations, Huo Qianli invited them over as well.
Upon hearing that there were stories to listen to, Mr. Cai, who had originally planned to come, became more enthusiastic.
When the time came, Huo Qianli, Mr. Cai, Peng Daren, Xiao Yao and Gu Daqiang sat on the podium. The rest of the entourage, under the arrangement of Jiang Hengyu, sat on the other three sides with the village cadres of Hushan Village and the old men of the Red and White Council.
Everyone sat down, as if a wonderful tacit understanding swept everyone in the scene in an instant. The originally noisy dam suddenly became quiet, and all pairs of eyes looked at Huo Qianli.
Huo Qianli cleared his throat and smiled, "Long time no see, how are you all?"
After everyone responded in a noisy and chaotic manner, Huo Qianli continued, "I am delaying your precious weekend rest time today and gathering everyone together just for one thing, which is a fight that happened in our Hushan Village this Wednesday."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to the two men who still had gauze wrapped around their heads and looked ashamed.
In this kind of fight in the village, both parties admit to it and no one calls the police, so the police station finds it difficult to handle the matter. Therefore, they can usually only criticize and educate the person and then let the matter go.
So the "main forces" of both sides have now returned and are able to sit in the middle of the field and accept everyone's attention.
Huo Qianli continued: "I rushed to the village and roughly understood what happened. At that time, I was thinking about one question: why would such a small matter cause everyone to fight?"
He suddenly smiled, "Don't laugh at me, I really don't understand. Mr. Cai, can you figure it out?"
Mr. Cai, who was in a daze, suddenly came back to his senses and shook his head repeatedly, "I don't know either."
Huo Qianli looked at the vice president who came with Mr. Xiao Cai, who was also the executive vice president of the newly established scenic spot development and operation platform company, and said, "Mr. Hou, what about you?"
Mr. Hou subconsciously shook his head and said he didn't know, but in his heart he didn't take it seriously.
I even wonder why Mr. Cai agreed to make this trip. Can't they just let Murakami solve their own problems? As a cooperative company, they just need to follow the rules and don't need to worry about these things.
It’s a pity that I’m just a vice president and can’t make the decision!
Just as Mr. Hou was lost in thought and began to lament about his life, Huo Qianli continued, "If we want to solve a problem, we must first clarify it. So, today we invited everyone here, including a few old men, just to listen carefully to the reasons for our conflicts, so that we can formulate targeted strategies and completely prevent such things from happening. Don't you think this is the truth? No one wants to have a good life and hope to fight with others until they are bloodied one day, right?"
Everyone reacted in a chaotic manner, some nodded, some spoke, but they all agreed with Huo Qianli's words.
Mr. Hou pursed his lips quietly. He had thought that Secretary Huo, who was praised by both Mr. Cai Sr. and Mr. Cai Jnr, was something special. However, he did not expect that he would not be as good as his reputation had told him. He was such a dithering person.
For things like this, doesn't the country have laws and regulations? Doesn't the local government have a security team? Is it necessary to go to such great lengths when a village official can easily suppress the situation with force?
whispering sound!
Huo Qianli certainly didn't know what Mr. Hou was thinking. After he finished speaking, he looked at Gu Chengrong and the others and cupped his hands, "Please teach us a lesson, old men."
Gu Chengrong waved his hand and said, "It's not really a lecture, but just a chat with Officer Huo and the other leaders. We old guys can also reminisce about the past and think of the good old days."
Even as he spoke, he quietly straightened his chest and looked at the villagers. "Cadre Huo and the bosses from the city may not know about this topic, but we all should still remember it! In those years, in our village, people quarreled and cut off each other's flesh every day. What kind of life was that!"
The old man with a white beard on the side continued, "Right, take this bamboo forest for example. When the bamboo forest was divided up before, there were many quarrels. To be honest, how many families have not cut bamboo shoots?"
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