Sun Zongyuan politely gave full recognition to the inspection team, thanked them for their hard work and dedication over the past few days, and expressed gratitude for their work results.
Director Wang Chaodong felt from what they said that Sun Zongyuan was not very satisfied with their final result. He thought to himself: A man who is just at the age of college has become the Party Secretary and Town Mayor. The leading cadres here are really too ridiculous. Does he know what tourism is?
Sun Zongyuan was 25 years old that year and was about to graduate from Shandong University. After taking the last three courses at the end of the year, Sun Zongyuan successfully graduated from his correspondence undergraduate program.
After communicating with the School of Economics of Shandong University, Sun Zongyuan will take the master's entrance examination in December. If he passes the score line, as long as he has an undergraduate degree, he can directly study for a master's degree in economics and management.
Therefore, Sun Zongyuan has been studying very hard recently. One aspect is to review the materials for the master's exam, especially the required foreign language. He has done several sets of test papers, and even with some guessing, he only got about 40 points. It seems that he needs to focus on strengthening his English studies. He is still quite confident about the other subjects.
Another aspect was the final three exams for his undergraduate degree. Sun Zongyuan also wanted to pass them with high scores. After all, he had passed the previous twenty courses with high scores, so shouldn't the last three be the same? He wanted to be awarded the title of "Outstanding Graduate" upon graduation. That would be perfect!
Sun Zongyuan politely sent them off, and each of them took away a lot of local specialties. He also privately gave Director Wang Chaodong a red envelope of 3,000 yuan, asking him to give some living allowance to the inspection team.
Early the next morning, Sun Zongyan personally led a team of nine people, including Director Zhu Yukun of the Construction Office, the deputy secretary of the Water Conservancy Station, the Forestry Station and the Miaoling Work Area, to Xianyuzi Village.
Xu Qingjun and five members of the village committee were also waiting at the village entrance to greet them.
After meeting Xu Qingjun and others, Sun Zongyuan assigned two tasks:
One is to find two guides who are older and more familiar with the surrounding mountain environment.
Another task was to find a few people to dig down to a few nearby rocks to see how big they were, how deep they were buried, and whether the base was connected.
At the same time, it was requested that the strange stones should not be destroyed, and the specific labor costs would be borne by the town.
Then they walked to the stream at the entrance of the village and asked Zhu Yukun to simply measure the height difference between the shore and the water surface and the width of the two sides of the stream.
After twenty minutes, Zhu Yukun finished his calculations. Everyone listened to Zhu Yukun's report while crossing the stone bridge over the stream.
"The creek is currently about nine meters wide. Observations by colleagues at the water conservancy station show it is about 17 meters wide during flood season. Our proposal is to widen it to 24 meters, allowing for the construction of a 54-meter concrete bridge, with a 30-meter main deck and 12-meter approach bridges on each side."
Zhu Yukun is a professional cadre selected from a neighboring county in the early stage. He was originally a technician at a water conservancy station in a remote mountainous township. Because the station director was not doing his job properly, he was severely marginalized and could not use his skills. He had no choice but to apply for Fushan Town. Because he likes professional work, he did not have much thought about being promoted in the early stage. He competed for the position of director of the Construction Office in this selection of middle-level cadres.
Those working in water conservancy are also familiar with construction business, especially those working in townships.
"Oh, that's a good idea. You're considering this issue from the perspective of mountain transportation. What if we consider it from the perspective of tourism?"
"Secretary Sun, I've never traveled before, so I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't learn about this topic when I was in school."
Sun Zongyuan was speechless. What Zhu Yukun said was right. Not only him, but also the leaders of the region and county had no idea in this regard.
In their minds, solving the problem of food and getting out of poverty are top priorities. Who has the spare money and time to travel? Traveling around and enjoying the scenery is not what good people do!
"Remember, this bridge was designed and built in the style of the Broken Bridge in the West Lake Scenic Area in Hangzhou. If you don't know it, you can go there to learn and broaden your horizons when you have time!"
Following the sketched route left by the investigation team, we walked along, paying attention to the places around us.
Most of the mountain roads recommended by the inspection team were very good, but some sections were too straight, and some even deviated from the slightly worse mountains, forests and scenic spots. Sun Zongyuan asked Zhu Yukun to mark them on the map.
At eleven o'clock, everyone came to a cliff. Sun Zongyuan asked the guide and learned that the cliff was 1,500 meters long. The cliff looked like it was cut off by a knife, with a relatively neat end. The average height was about 60 meters, and some were more than 90 meters high. The inspection team suggested that they open a mountain path from the bottom of the cliff to feel the oppression of the cliff and the magnificence of nature up close.
Everyone sat on a few rocks to rest for a while, and Xu Qingjun came over and asked:
"Secretary, it's getting late. How about we go back and have lunch, then come back?"
"I don't think we should go back. You can arrange for someone to boil some eggs, roll some pancakes, cut some pickled vegetables, and get a few bottles of mineral water. After we finish eating, we can continue on our way. We can't waste our time going back and forth!"
"Okay, I'll arrange it right away!"
The group continued to walk along the cliff. There were no roads in many places. Fortunately, there were two old guides leading the way in front, so everyone was able to avoid walking aimlessly.
There were two guides. One was named Sun Jinlong, a 76-year-old veteran party member before the founding of the People's Republic of China. When he was young, he pushed a small rubber-wheeled cart to support the Menglianggu Campaign and the Huaihai Campaign, and rescued more than 30 wounded soldiers. During the Battle of Crossing the Yangtze River, he was injured and fell into the Yangtze River. He was rescued downstream and returned to his hometown after recovering from his injuries. He was initially assigned to work in a government agency. Because he was illiterate, he insisted on going home in order not to cause trouble for the government. He worked as a village party secretary for 20 years. After he turned 65, he felt that he could not keep up physically and mentally, so he resolutely resigned and just worked as a forest ranger.
During his tenure, he withstood all kinds of pressure and did not cut down a single ancient tree in the dense mountain forest. Now the ecological environment around Xianyuzi is excellent, and he is the first contributor.
An old party member, an old model!
Another guide is Xu Shitian, Xu Qingjun’s 81-year-old cousin. When he was young, he often went to the mountains to collect mountain products and dig herbs. He knows every part of this mountain like the back of his hand and can be said to be a walking dictionary of this mountain.
"Five or six meters below this yellow broom tree, you can hear the mountain singing."
Uncle Xu Shitian pointed to the place where a yellow broom tree was hanging upside down on the cliff and said.
"Uncle, how did you know? What song did you sing?"
"When I was young, I would go down to pick herbs under that broom tree several times with a rope tied to my neck. Sometimes I could hear a rustling sound, sometimes a tinkling sound. I could hear it more clearly if I put my ear close to the cliff."
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