.The reception banquet was placed in the village guesthouse. There was a table of mushrooms, pheasants, bacon, sausages, but the oil lamp was lit in the room. I couldn't see clearly. Zhang Yan felt that he was almost the same as in the Yan Luo Palace, and the shadows were all the city gods. So he narrowed his eyes and looked at Secretary Zhao first. When he got close, he realized that Secretary Zhao looked very old, at least in his sixties. Zhang Yan left some thoughts in his heart: "Secretary Zhao, I'll give you a cup first. Are you always a local? How long have you been working in our village?"

Secretary Zhao drank the wine, turned the bottom of the glass downwards, and no drop of wine was revealed. Then he replied: "A native of Zhang, I have been working in the village since I was 75 years old. It has been more than 20 years in a flash. Come on, let me introduce you to this. This is Hu Changshui, the director of our rural agricultural machinery station, and also the deputy secretary."

A thin man stood up and toasted Zhang Yan with a glass of wine: "Guest Zhang, I won't say much more, I will do it first."

Zhang Yan smiled and fucked, and then introduced several township cadres, all of whom came to toast. Zhang Yan smiled and accompanied them one by one. When he was almost drunk, Zhang Yan asked Secretary Zhao in a low voice: "Secretary Zhao, why are we not on electricity?"

Secretary Zhao looked at the dim kerosene lamp and was not angry. He scolded in anger: "It's not the good thing that the turtles did. He didn't care about building a 10,000-acre orchard. In the end, it was all ruined. It's not over yet. Then he went to build a 10,000-head goat base. This was even more fucked. He tossed all the money in the village. The power bureau of the family didn't need money, so he naturally pinched the electricity. Back then, I worked hard for eight years, making Yeminling like a paradise. Now the road was shut down, and it seemed like a disaster area. What's this called?"

After hearing Secretary Zhao's words, Zhang Yan felt deeply that compared with Hong Kong, the difference between Yeminling Township is not a small part, but the difference is very different, and it is completely different. Although Zhang Yan had thought that Yeminling would be very bad before coming. However, Zhang Yan could not predict that this was the difference. However, these things could not be solved in a short time. Zhang Yan didn't know what to say, so he had to raise his glass frequently and compete with others for wine.

This made people suffer. Zhang Yan was immunized by alcohol and never got drunk before. After a pound of old man was still energetic after drinking. Those who were accompanying him drank all the time. Some even lie under the table. Secretary Zhao also had a good alcohol tolerance, but he was also shaking and his tongue became much bigger: "If my second boy was there, he would be able to drink you."

Zhang Yan was funny in his heart. He was not drunk when he drank. Not to mention a second boy, even dozens of them were useless. Just as he was about to say something else, he heard the steps at the door stepping in. Under the kerosene lamp, the bald man looked particularly bright. Zhang Yan's eyes lit up. He recognized the bald man in an instant. It was the guy who helped him carry the car.

The bald man didn't pay attention to Zhang Yan, walked straight to Secretary Zhao, picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, and shouted carelessly, "Dad, I won't call me after eating it, I'm so stingy." Zhang Yan suddenly understood why he thought Secretary Zhao was familiar with him. This bald man looked similar to Secretary Zhao. It would be even more the same if he shaved his head.

"You bastard, where did you go to the wild?" Secretary Zhao didn't say anything, slapped the big bald head in the hand. He looked up and introduced to Zhang Yan: "This is my second son Zhao Changhu, who is very chaotic. Township Mayor Zhang, you should clean up his body when you have time."

Zhang Yan smiled and said nothing. Instead, Zhao Changhu narrowed his eyes, brought a glass of wine, and toasted Zhang Yan: "Governor Zhang, nobleman, I haven't waited for you for three months, and I finally waited for you today." Suddenly, Zhao Changhu's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth and couldn't say clearly, "Why are you?"

"It's me, thank you for helping me carry the car." Zhang Yan touched the wine glass and gave Zhao Changhu a step. Zhao Changhu was also aware of it. He raised his neck and drank the wine. "The Country Chief Zhang is very helpful. You can talk to Erhu in the future." Then he began to toast Zhang Yan again, as if he wanted to get Zhang Yan drunk, but he didn't expect Zhang Yan's alcohol, and in the end he was poured under the table by Zhang Yan.

When he woke up the next day, Zhang Yan stretched his waist and put on his pajamas and went out. It was still dawn and there was no one in the yard. Zhang Yan pulled out and practiced a set of punches. After the fight, he felt comfortable and calm. His anger disappeared almost halfway yesterday. He put on the official uniform and went straight to the township government.

It was already bright at this time, so Zhang Yan followed his memory to look for the township government. But he couldn't see it. The place looked like the location of the township government. There were grass everywhere, and it seemed to be the desert in the western United States. When Zhang Yan was walking, a tall and thin man came over. It was Hu Changshui, the stationmaster of the agricultural machinery station and deputy secretary of the township party committee who had drunk last night. Zhang Yan's eyes lit up and went up to greet him: "Old Hu, you came here so early."

Hu Changshui stopped and gasped heavily. He was already thin, but now he looked more like a bamboo pole. He didn't breathe evenly for a long time, so he reached out and pointed to the front. Zhang Yan looked in the direction of his finger. There was a thatched house hidden among the miserable weeds, revealing a miserable roof. Zhang Yan was really convinced now. If this place does not fight guerrilla warfare, it would be a waste of the environment. Some people are so tired of finding it. If no one is giving advice, they will definitely not even be able to find the hair.

When he turned around, he saw that Hu Changshui was panting hard, so he walked forward and helped Hu Changshui breathe. After a while, Hu Changshui's breath was evenly matched. "President Hu, are you panting?"

Hu Changshui nodded, with a morbid red look on his face: "Yes, I have severe asthma. The weather is fine now, and I can barely get angry. It will be uncomfortable until autumn. I can't get angry at all, and I want to scratch myself to death."

Zhang Yan was shocked. He chewed Hu Changshui's words carefully, and it seemed that there were some other meanings. He stopped talking now. The two walked a long way, and the township government was already in front of him. Zhang Yan asked again: "Webmaster Hu, how about the food in the village now? Is it enough to eat?"

Hu Changshui shook his head, pointed to a rice field not far away and said, "No, the water and soil in this place are poor, and the people who farm are not careful. A mu of land is at most about 500 kilograms. If the land is almost three or four hundred kilograms, it is enough for the whole family to eat half full, so they can't starve to death and cannot raise fat people."

Zhang Yan nodded and patted Hu Changshui on the shoulder: "Let's go back and summarize the problems in our village, see what agricultural supplies and machinery are needed, and they are all clearly written, and then..." After pondering for a while, Zhang Yan said: "Give it a review to the old secretary, let him check it, and then I'll go run errands."

Although the old secretary had already made it clear at the dinner table yesterday that the power of Yeminling Township will be handed over to Zhang Yan, and he retreated to the second line without asking about political affairs. Zhang Yan will take charge of all major and minor affairs in the future. However, in Zhang Yan's opinion, things are not that simple. The old secretary has been in Yeminling for twenty years and has a deep-rooted power. If he does not know the depth and rashly inserts it, who knows what he will get, whether it is candy or a red-hot iron. At this time, he must take a step back and build a good team with the old secretary, so that he can do his work better.

A light of admiration flashed in Hu Changshui's eyes and he wrote down Zhang Yandi's request: "Captain Zhang, there are a lot of contents. I think it will take three days to come out. Do you think it's okay?"

"Okay, Lao Hu, time is not a problem. The important thing is to find out the root cause of the problem and find a way out for our Yeminling Township. If we don't find a way out quickly in the past few years, even this little way out will be blocked in a few years. Where is my office?"

"It's in the innermost room!"

Zhang Yan walked into his office and waited for a while before he saw Wang Ergou coming in from outside with a swaying moment. He looked at the clock that was already eight o'clock. He felt very unhappy. Because he was not very angry because he was not very angry at the new official, he took out his notebook and wrote down what happened yesterday. When Wang Ergou saw it, he knew that he was late. He cleaned up the table in shame and didn't dare to look at Zhang Yan.

"Bang" Zhang Yan suddenly closed the notebook and said coldly to Wang Ergou: "Click on the power bureau for me." Wang Ergou looked for Huangye happily and dialed the phone. After the phone was connected, Wang Ergou carefully handed the microphone to Zhang Yan: "The village chief, it's connected."

Zhang Yan took the microphone and said, "Please pick up the manager's office. I'm Mr. Li? I'm Zhang Yan, the head of Yeminling Township. I want to discuss something with you."

The other side of the phone said: "Is it a matter of power transmission? It's easy to say. I'll settle the electricity bills for the previous few years first, when will it be settled, and when will the power supply be restored."

Zhang Yan clamped the microphone to his ear, picked up the pen with one hand and asked, "How much is it? Tell me, and I'll call you after reporting the account."

The other end of the phone was a little surprised, but a number was reported immediately; "Not much, there are more than 153,000 yuan in total, plus the late payment fee is more than 359,000 yuan. My account is..."
Chapter completed!