Hot pot with chili? A restaurant owner from Shanghai? And a purchase price of 87 yuan per jin?
As expected, the task has arrived. It seems the main task for the first half of the year is to visit those four hundred-odd villages and write four hundred-odd reports...
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Li Sixin picked up the matchbox, took out a match, and rubbed it against the red and white sandpaper. The flame from the match lit the tobacco. He pressed his mouth tightly against the bottom of the water pipe, exerted force with his abdomen, and took a long, deep drag. A gurgling sound came from the water pipe, and a few wisps of smoke spilled from the corners of Li Sixin's mouth.
“There are a total of 2,234 villages in Hongshan City. After your poverty alleviation team was established, the proportion of impoverished villages was nearly half. After your efforts over the years, 221 villages have been lifted out of poverty. However, there are still 862 villages in Hongshan City that have not yet been removed from the list of impoverished villages.”
The seventh wave consisted of the poorest households in the village. Although we had no debts, we also had no savings at all. There were seventy-one of us in total.
"Da Song, he's a local from Hongshan City. Does he know what 'Shuan Shuan La' is?" The middle-aged man looked up and asked an older man in the office.
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The eyes of everyone in the office fell on the middle-aged man's lower body.
The middle-aged man opened the email without hesitation. A blank webpage appeared in the center of the computer screen, with lines of information loading slowly. He quickly read through the email, his brow furrowing slightly.
“What nonsense are you thinking? Secretary Li said there are greenhouses with a capacity of 10,000 to 20,000 yuan, but those are not snow-resistant. Once it snows, everything inside the greenhouse will be ruined. We need to use greenhouses.”
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"That hot pot... is 'Ghost-Fighting Sorrow' poisonous? Can it be eaten or used in cooking?"
When the poverty alleviation team was established, the young men were full of fighting spirit, and the villages, big and small, in Hongshan City also actively cooperated.
The golden color was stuffed under the mouthpiece of the hookah.
"It's early April now, only about ten days until October. There are only a little over two months left until the start of the year, but our poverty alleviation tasks this year have fallen far short of the expectations set at the beginning of the year. Young man, you need to seize those last two months to reflect on and summarize the work of the past six months to see if there have been any oversights, and promptly identify and address any shortcomings..."
Da Song's gaze did not follow the middle-aged man's mouse movements, but instead fell on a certain part of the document.
Time's up, registration closes. Seventy-four people have registered, one short of the full quota.
When you're poor, you think about how to change things. Does anyone want to be poor their whole life?
The next morning.
At four o'clock in the evening, Hezibao escorted a villager who had arrived at the village office at 1:70, stood in the door for a full four minutes, and had just entered the room to register two minutes earlier, out of the village office. Under the white dirt road, only the departing figure of that villager was not seen; it was the person who had come.
ah----
The middle-aged man placed a water glass on the table, turned on his computer, and the moment it booted up, various software programs automatically logged in, accompanied by a constant 'ding-dong' of notification sounds. The most eye-catching of these was the pop-up notification for QQ email, which appeared shrewdly in the upper left corner of the screen.
When we suggested planting fruit trees, the barren hills were cleared clean and planted with saplings; when we suggested planting Sichuan pepper, numerous pepper trees sprouted in the fields; when we suggested raising chickens, ducks, and geese for short-term returns, several chicken coops, duck pens, and goose pens disappeared from every household's yard...
Pepper trees have grown in successive generations, chickens, ducks, and geese have grown year after year, roads have been repaired one after another, and fruit trees have borne abundant fruit. Many villages have been lifted out of poverty, but there are still very, very few villages struggling below the poverty line...
Among the bottom seven chili peppers in China, the number one is the "Shuanshuan" chili.
Among the villagers who signed up later in the first wave, there were eleven people who were considered the most vulnerable among the vulnerable, burdened with a lot of debt.
Hongshan City Poverty Alleviation and Development Leading Group Office.
“He’s coming over here.” The middle-aged man beckoned: “The secretary of that Zhang Da Niu said it’s a common plant over there, and he even attached a photo. He looked at the photo and recognized it.”
"I remember the name; it seems to be the spiciest chili pepper in China."
But when things change again and again, and there's no hope in sight, the young man's heart grows cold and his enthusiasm diminishes.
The eighth wave of people came from all walks of life. They didn't include Li Yanfu, who was the poorest person outside the village, nor any villagers from outside the village who had a middle-class standard of living. There were four people in total.
Hezibao watched the flashlight light grow farther and farther away until it disappeared completely from sight. After the world was plunged into darkness, several large fireflies danced in the fields, their powerful lights flashing intermittently...
"What, what was he thinking?"
Why----
There was no time to dwell on that issue after crossing the river to Zibao. It was already past 1:00 PM when the villagers started arriving one after another.
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