I'm really just the village head

"The state of the commune is also known to the county. I have a captain like you, and I have suffered for eight lifetimes."

Yan Jinsong looked at Liu Fuwang helplessly, feeling unconscious in his heart.

"We are all party members, and we are firm materialists. We don't engage in feudal superstition. Only in this life."

Liu Fuwang didn't care about the secretary's dissatisfaction.

The cafeteria is not far away.

Next to it is the large auditorium where the commune holds meetings or celebrations, which are all standard equipment.

The canteen is just in the corner of the auditorium.

The scale is small.

There are only three or four Eight Immortals tables that have been used for decades.

There are only two people in the cafeteria.

A cook, a handyman who washes dishes, sweeps and chops vegetables.

The handyman is the chef's wife.

"Secretary Yan, what do you eat this morning?" Not fat, but a woman with a big skeleton asked Yan Jinsong.

Yan Jinsong rarely eats breakfast in the cafeteria.

The secretary of the commune must also ask for food stamps and money for meals.

"Four buns and two bowls of porridge. Here are some pickles." Yan Jinsong said, but Liu Fuwang was ignored.

Soon, four buns that were bigger than a fist were brought up.

The porridge in the commune canteen is much better than the porridge in Captain Liu's house. Although it is not so good that the chopsticks can't fall down, it is no longer capable of illuminating people.

A stack of sour and salty cowpeas is still slightly green.

"Aren't we being forced to do nothing? The whole brigade owes hundreds of thousands of dollars to the country, and the annual grain task cannot be fulfilled." Liu Fuwang watched Yan Jinsong bite off half of the bun with thin skin and more stuffing and accelerated saliva production. , Removed the oil paper pocket and cigarette rod from his belt, and began to wrap his leaf cigarettes, "Through the road construction, a part of the debts will be reduced. At the same time, six production teams, the road construction area, no matter what. Several hundred mu. This year, you can save tens of thousands of catties..."

Liu Fuwang made this idea.

Most of the planned roads are wastelands and slopes with thin soil feet.

Liu Fuwang did not ask for the direct occupation of cultivated land to build roads, but wanted to change the planned roads. Those soil feet were weak, and the land that they had transformed from Dazhai agriculture was not high in grain yield.

"It's not just this benefit. The original plan was that it would not occupy arable land, the amount of work was large, and the roads could not be widened in the future. We must take a long-term view. When we develop in the future, the roads are narrow and difficult to walk. There is no way to widen the road..." Liu Fuwang kept talking about the reasons.

Yan Jinsong just looked at him.

He knows.

Liu Fuwang didn't care about anything that could not be expanded in the future, but he wanted to actually reduce the base of annual grain payment and withdrawal.

Just silently drank rice porridge and ate string bean buns.

Liu Fuwang did not eat.

Talking about the importance of re-planning the road to the secretary.

"This matter is not so urgent, there is still a lot of preparatory work to be done, let's talk about the garment factory under the textile factory..." Yan Jinsong did not want to listen.

Isn't Liu Fuwang just to reduce the tax that his brigade should pay every year to keep up?

Have to say so much.

It seems that building roads according to the original plan will affect the future development of his entire four teams.

"What's the problem over there?" Liu Fuwang was stunned, seeing that Yan Jinsong porridge was almost finished, and pushed the bowl in front of him to him, "I really ate, you ate this bowl as well."

"You really don't eat?" Yan Jinsong looked at him.

The latter struck a match, lit the leaf smoke, and started smoking, "I also eat string bean porridge in the morning. By the way, don’t eat two steamed buns. We will go to the county and pass by a middle school. I will send it to my girl..."

Yan Jinsong was no more polite.

This bun is not small, but he ate two and a bowl of porridge, and he was not full.

"There is still a backlog of more than 30,000 sets of work clothes at the garment factory, which cannot be sold. I have asked someone to find out."

"Isn't this right!" Liu Fuwang was happy.

Liu Chun asked him to do this in the telegram.

"Well, you have money? If you eat all the more than 30,000 sets, they only need 80,000 yuan." Yan Jinsong's words made Liu Fuwang like a frosted eggplant.

The cigarette can't be smoked.

He stared at Yan Jinsong in a daze, "Secretary Yan, it's hard to find a chance to bring the whole brigade over when the spring comes. As long as these clothes are sold, we can set up farms and other processing factories..."

Looking at the longing look on Liu Fuwang's face and the green eyes staring at him, Secretary Yan felt a chill in his back.

This old guy is calculating himself again!

Can't take his words, otherwise, he will hit the snake and follow the stick.

Yan Jinsong has worked in the Happy Commune all his life. From the very beginning, he was assigned to work here as a small clerk, step by step to the commune secretary, and spent too much time with Liu Fuwang.

He even felt that he knew Liu Fuwang better than anyone.

Over Liu Fuwang's lover Yang Aiqun.

More than Liu Fuwang himself.

The old guy's shameless reputation is about to catch up with the poverty of Hulu Village.

"I'm going to take a loan, and the credit unions and cooperatives won't bother me..."

"That, I can't help it either." Yan Jinsong took sour pickles to settle the porridge in the bowl.

"Really no way?" Liu Fuwang shook his head, "Chun said, this kind of change, the sales are very good, and very popular, how many clothes factories in the county eat."

"He's not afraid to die? Tens of thousands of sets!" Yan Jinsong was a little angry.

This is not a joke.

Liu Chunlai seems to be similar to his father Liu Fuwang, and he is also the master of running trains.

Why didn't you find it before?

"Mountain city can't eat, and Rongcheng. Rongcheng can go to Spring City. It's farther, the capital, Shanghai stock market, Huadu..." Liu Fuwang wanted to say that it was also what his son said. Where's the telegram?

Yan Jinsong can do this kind of thing.

"Why don't you help with some loan? The face of my captain is useless, you commune secretary..."

"Stop! I know you pay attention to this!" Yan Jinsong said that he became angry, "I used to get a loan in a commune cooperative, how many times did I guarantee it? How many times did my family make noise, don't you know?"

Not to mention it's okay.

Since he became the secretary of the commune, Liu Fuwang, an old fellow, has pestered him with loans every year.

Hundreds of thousands!

Killing him as a secretary and selling meat is not a fraction.

Because of this, Yan Jinsong's wife also came to the commune several times.

Of course, it was not that Yang Aiqun carried a kitchen knife to hunt down Liu Fuwang in the commune, but civilized the divorce report on Yan Jinsong's desk...

"You have to let me get out of my house to be reconciled?" Yan Jinsong's face was pale.

The couple in the cafeteria did not come out to collect the bowls.

"How can we? We are also in a hurry to repay the bill, so that your old family is happy? If there is a way, it won't be like this...Who wants to owe it."

Liu Fuwang forced a smile.

The folds on his face are all squeezed together, and Yan Jinsong can't wait to step on his face with the leather shoes that have been worn on his feet for several years and the heels have been repaired several times.

What's his life like as a secretary when he reaches such a captain?

"Anyway, I already owe so much. If we can't do anything this time, the four teams will not be able to pay it anyway. Then we can only apply for the state to shoot us all... The credit unions and cooperatives will only be able to find the accounts we owe. is you……"

Liu Fuwang had a shameless expression that dead pigs were not afraid of boiling water.

Yan Jin was so angry that he loosened his neck and blue veins bulged, and his body trembled: "Two poles! Don't Bilian! Tell me, do you still look like a captain? To be a man, you must have Bilian!"

"I can't live anymore, so what do I need Bilian to do? Anyway, that's the case. If we don't help with the loan, our brigade of Qiuliang will not be able to pay it... In addition, in order to repay these loans, I am going to take the whole team out Part-time job..."

Threat!

Still such a shameless threat.

Yan Jinsong wanted to ask Liu Fuwang, what made him so shameless?

It used to be all kinds of requests and all kinds of rascals.

Now that I know it's not working well, I threaten the leadership.

But Liu Fuwang can really do this.

When it was still a collective production, the Four Brigade did not have the money to buy rebate grain. This product directly caused the entire brigade to lie on the bed and work on the ground...

"It's too much!" In desperation, Yan Jinsong could only compromise, "Why should I put you on such a thing!"

This is what Yan Jinsong had asked himself for how many years he didn't know.

"That's right, I usually have a face. Anyway, I am a captain and a party member..."

"Don't say you are a party member, this is a defilement to the party!" Yan Jinsong's words were almost squeezed out of his teeth.

Liu Fuwang also stopped stimulating him, "Not much, as long as ten thousand. Don't worry, it will be paid at most three months this time!"

"Three thousand!" Yan Jinsong gritted his teeth and couldn't help him.

"Three thousand sets of costumes, you can get them without money, and we will pay you back ten thousand!" Liu Fuwang became arrogant at the moment. "The loan is also to buy that batch of costumes. You don't have to put on that dead face. I was really sure this time, so I changed it, a pair of trousers. Spring came and sold for ten yuan in the mountain city..."

In order to increase the confidence of the secretary, Liu Fuwang revealed some facts.

But it didn't say that Liu Chunlai sold 15 yuan.

Otherwise, Yan Jinsong will be the first to pay them back.