The Male Lead Doesn’t Cooperate

Time passed quickly. In the last semester of university, Song Cun was arranged by the school to practice on a farm in the provincial capital. In view of the letter of commendation he received during school, the manager of the farm learned about his situation and knew that he was good at raising pigs, so he arranged for him to go to the pig house and let him teach the breeder in the pig house how to raise pigs. Song Cun already has experience in raising pigs, teaching them how to raise pigs is an easy job.

At the same time, there were several students who were sent by the school to practice on the farm. There are crop science, land resource management, and of course animal husbandry. The breeders in the pig house all have a cultural foundation. Song Cun taught them for a few days, helped them with their work, and went to the next door to watch them study crops. He even saw several professors studying rice in the rice fields.

Song Cun didn't understand their research, so he did chores for them in the back, pouring water, helping with tools and so on. When the internship was over at the end of the year, both the person in charge of the farm and the professor who was doing research on the farm got to know Song Cun, and felt that this young man was hardworking, and even after finishing his own work, he could come to do odd jobs and wink.

In view of Song Cun's usual study and practice performance in school, Professor Chen planned to recommend Song Cun to stay in school. At this time, Song Cun was at a loss about the future. He couldn't choose whether to stay in school or not. He went back At home, I went to Grandpa Song’s house, and the grandpa asked him: “It depends on whether you want to teach and educate people in the future, or whether you want to be a national cadre and serve the people.”

Teaching and educating people? Song Cun doesn't know if he will be interested in it in the future, but Song Cun is definitely not interested now. But if you want to be a national cadre, you don't just want to be a cadre. You need opportunities, right?

Grandpa Song smiled and said, "It seems that you prefer the latter."

Song Cun looked slightly embarrassed, and said, "I prefer to serve the people rather than being a teacher. Actually...if I could, I would rather go back to Songjia Village and start as a village official." Later generations often heard college students He was quite envious of returning to the village to be a village official. Although he didn't have much ambition at that time, it didn't mean he didn't have this idea.

Uncle Song was quite surprised, and looked at him amusedly: "Everyone yearns for the city, you have finally passed the exam, why do you want to go to the countryside instead?"

Song Cun said: "There are too many educated and knowledgeable people in the city. I am not lacking. On the contrary, our village or most of the rural areas lack an educated leader. Starting from the grassroots, we can better understand the common people. If I can manage a village well, then I am not afraid that I cannot manage a town well. If I can manage a town well, I am not afraid that I cannot manage a county..."

"Good boy!" Grandpa Song patted him on the shoulder, "Ambition."

Song Cun's cheeks were slightly hot, "I know this idea is too idealistic. Looking at the former production team captain and the current village chief, I know that it is not so easy to be a good village chief. Only by overcoming the difficulties one by one can we overcome obstacles and climb to the peak.”

After Song Cun graduated from university in January 1982, he returned to his hometown and became a village official.

Only later did he know that the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee had noticed his excellent performance in school and during his internship, and had already selected him as a reserve cadre through the school. Even if he didn't go back to become a village official, he might not be able to stay in school. And he was able to return to the village as a village official smoothly, and it must be because of his grandfather's intervention.

Of course, if he wants other jobs, it may be difficult. For the organization department of the provincial party committee at this time, it is a waste of talents for a college student to return to the village to be a village official. But if someone said hello, they could only let him go. The grassroots practiced for two years, and then transferred back.

Song Cun returned to the village as the village chief, which caused a great commotion in the village. The village chief and the village chief, to put it nicely, are actually just a small official with sesame seeds and mung beans. They don't need a high degree. Some capable people can be employed in activities. Even if you go to the town to be a worker, it is better than coming back to be the village chief. And Song Cun, a college student who had studied in college for four years, returned to the village to become the village head. What's wrong with him? Don't stay in the city, run to the countryside?

Don't say that Zhang Xiaohua can't figure it out, even Song Dazhuang can't figure it out, why go back to the village to be a village official? They dare not raise their opinions. Song Cun never listened to them.

Even Song Zhiwen felt that he was worthless, and he was admitted to university with great difficulty. If it were him, he would have to stay in the city, so he foolishly ran back to become the village chief. Does he really think that the village chief is also an official?

Song Zhiwen's wife, Qian Xiaomei, looked even more contemptuous. The whole family was ignorant, so it would be a waste for him to go to college.

Mrs. Song looked at her grandson wearing presbyopic glasses, with a playful expression on her face: "Looking at you running back to be the village chief, the villagers say everything, but you are calm."

Song Cun shook his head with a smile: "The village chief is not the same as the village chief."

Mrs. Song didn't understand that either, so she smiled and said, "What's the difference? Aren't they all village chiefs?"

Song Cun smiled and didn't speak, naturally it was different. For most village chiefs, being a village chief is a lifetime career, but for him, being a village chief is the beginning of his career.

Uncle Song is the village head elected by the village after the distribution of production to households. He has just been the head of the village for more than a year, and his buttocks have not yet warmed up. Song Cun squeezed out the chair under his buttocks. When Cun reported to the village committee, his tone was very solemn: "Welcome Song Cun, the village chief of our village. This may be the most educated village chief in the country. He is a college student village chief. It is an honor for our village to have college students leading us. , I hope that our village will get better and better under the leadership of Village Chief Song in the future, a warm welcome to Village Chief Song Cunsong!"

"welcome!"

"welcome!"

"welcome!"

After the welcoming ceremony, Song Cun said with a smile: "Fourth Uncle and all the uncles, I grew up in Songjia Village. I am not familiar with the work, so I need to take care of my uncles in the future, let us all work together to lead the villagers to live a good life."

Fourth Uncle Song felt a little better when he heard him say that, but his anger still persisted. He smirked and said, "You are more educated, and we all follow your instructions."

Song Cun looked at him with a smile: "That's all right, what will happen in the future, I still need the cooperation of my fourth uncle."

Uncle Song got annoyed, this kid, give him a trick. But this kid is still too immature. I don’t know that even if someone gets into the trap, it’s useless. Song Cun hurried to see if he could drive the village away. It's not that he looks down on college students. As a young man, he really thinks that he can do anything with some culture. There are many ways to be a village chief, so he may not be able to turn around.

Time was limited, and Song Cun didn't care about the little thoughts of his elders. He rode a bicycle and was going to go around the village. The bicycle was bought when he arrived in the county for work.

On a very cold day, he rode his bicycle halfway, and saw an old man pulling a cart from a distance, stuck in the mud and unable to get out. He pedaled a few times, got off the bicycle when he got to the side of the car, and saw that it was Grandpa Liu from the village. He remembered that his son died of illness, and his daughter-in-law left two children for another marriage. Stopped, walked over and helped pull the driver out. Grandpa Liu's eyes are not very good. After looking at it for a long time, he finally saw who was helping him push the car. He grinned and bared his teeth: "It's Song Cun, why are you here?"

Song Cun said with a smile: "I'll come out and take a look, do you want me to help?"

Grandpa Liu smiled and waved his hands: "No, I'll be home soon. Go ahead."

Song Cun said: "I'm not busy, just stroll around casually. Your car is important, let's go, I'll push it home for you."

Grandpa Liu pointed to the bicycle, and Song Cun said, "Lock it up. It's fine. I'll be back in a while."

Grandpa Liu said, "Put it in the car so that it won't be stolen."

After sending Grandpa Liu home, Song Cun continued to walk around the village. When he came back, he asked a few people from the village committee to come to a meeting and said: "If you want to get rich, build roads first. Our village doesn't even have a Shajiang road. The dirt road It is difficult to pull and drive a car. So road repair is the key thing now."

Uncle Song Si laughed. Everyone knew that the road in the village had been repaired, and the road leading to the town had been repaired, which was conducive to the development of the village's economy. It is okay to build roads, and during the slack season, the village can also provide labor. How about money? Now that every household can fill their stomachs, it is good. Where does the money come from to build roads?

Song Cun also knew that building roads required money and labor, so he frowned: "I'll figure out a way."

Fourth Uncle Song said, "Then go figure out a way."

Xindao, let me see what you can come up with, when we can't think of a way, it's still a mess.

The next day, Song Cun went to the town and went straight to the mayor's office. The only college student village head in the whole town, the higher ups said hello, the village head will be transferred after two years of work. The mayor was very impressed. He smiled and said, "Xiao Song, what's the matter?"

Song Cun didn't say much, and said bluntly: "Mayor Chen, the roads in our village are too bad and need to be repaired."

Mayor Chen smiled and said, "Just fix it."

Seeing that he was pretending to be stupid, Song Cun asked, "Money?"

Mayor Chen rubbed his nose, rubbed his hands together, and said in embarrassment, "Xiao Song, you know, our, this economy..."

Song Cun has learned about the current policy. In many villages, the upper part of the road construction is paid by the people below. As long as the upper part is willing to pay the part they should pay, he believes that the villagers will also be willing to pay the part they should pay. He said: "The asphalt road in Yongfang Town next door is well repaired, and the road can be managed for many years. After the road has been repaired, which of us ordinary people do not praise the mayor of Yongfang Town? Last year, Yongfang Town was not rich. .”

Mayor Chen frowned. He and Mayor Ma of Yongfang Town have always looked down upon me and I despised you. Seeing his political achievements, he was jealous and greedy, but he really couldn't afford money, and he didn't have the ability to find someone For alms, I can only say: "This matter, we still need to hold a meeting to discuss it. After the discussion, we can make a decision. Do you think it will work?"

Song Cun nodded, and told the village committee about it when he went back. After speaking, he looked at Fourth Uncle Song and said with a faint smile, "Uncle Fourth, you still need to coordinate with the villagers on this matter. After all, it is beneficial to the village. It's a big deal, and the villagers listen to you. I believe that as long as you say it, the villagers will definitely agree. After all, only when the road is built can the village develop rapidly. Maybe every household will have a tractor in the future. At that time, there was no asphalt road , how can it match our tractor, right?"

Fourth Uncle Song has been the village chief for more than a year. Of course he has a certain understanding of the villagers, and he also knows that Song Cun has a high opinion of him, but the matter of road construction is also something he worries about. Ya said: "Building roads is a big deal. The villagers in our village are not ignorant people. I will take care of it."

Song Cun said with a smile: "Then it will be exhausting for the fourth uncle."

Fourth Uncle Song snorted: "There is no one who is not tired and not tired. Don't mobilize the villagers here, and you won't get any money from you. If you don't step down by then, you will be ashamed."

Song Cun said earnestly: "Fourth Uncle, don't worry, this matter is on me. Even if there is no money in the town, I will get money from other places."

"Hmph." Hearing what he said, Fourth Uncle Song couldn't say anything, and could only hope that he would get the road repair money.

Song Cun said again: "Since the fourth uncle is worried, why don't we mobilize the villagers when the money for road construction comes down from above?"

Fourth Uncle Song waved his hand: "Okay, it can only be done with the approval of the superiors. I will handle the affairs of the villagers. You will handle the affairs of the superiors."

In Song Sishu's heart, the villagers are easy to talk to, but the difficult thing is to deal with it.

A few days later, Song Cun was notified to go to town for a meeting. When he arrived at the town government, he saw many village chiefs from other villages asking each other, "What kind of meeting is this time? There was no prior notice."

Song Cun raised his eyebrows, guessing the content of the meeting. The village head of Lijia Village next to him approached Song Cun, and after greeting Song Cun, the village head Li said with a smile: "The fat pigs in our village have raised in recent years are all thanks to you. If it weren't for you to raise pigs Way, the pigs in our village can’t grow so fat.”

Song Cun said modestly: "This is the result of everyone's joint efforts."

Village head Li sized him up and asked curiously: "You said that you have already gone to college, why did you come back to be the village head? It's okay for me to be a village head with a junior high school graduate, but it's okay for you to be a college graduate." Come to be the village chief, what is that called, overqualified, overqualified, yes, overqualified, do you know?"

Song Cun laughed twice, with a handsome and free-spirited face: "What's the use of overkill, as long as it is a talent, where is it not useful?"

Village head Li felt that this kid could talk, and said with a smile: "You still have a high level of awareness."

Song Cun said: "It's okay for us to do this if we don't have a high level of consciousness."

After pondering over it, Village Chief Li, this is also the case. Being a village chief sounds good, but he just takes care of trivial matters all day long. If you don't have the awareness, you really can't do this job.

The village next to Yang Weicun said: "If you are not conscious, what kind of consciousness do you need to be a village head? Just do things for the people wholeheartedly. No matter how high the consciousness is, no matter how high the culture is, if you don't do things for the people, what's the use?"

Song Cun glanced at him and didn't express his opinion.

Village head Li didn't say anything, what can he say, this is the town government, who is choking, who is choking, the higher-ups accidentally saw it, how can they have a good impression of you, no wonder the mayor talked to Yang every time The village chief was not angry when he spoke.

This meeting mainly talked about road construction. Songjia Village is adjacent to Yongfang Town. There are several villages on the main road from Songjia Village to their Songji Town. One family has to contribute one labor. As for the branch roads in my own village, most of them come from above, and a small part is gathered by villagers below. Now that the weather is starting to warm up, and it is the slack time for farming, it is a good time for road repairs. The village chief went back to coordinate with the village committee on how to repair the road.

After the meeting, Mayor Chen looked at Song Cun and said, "Xiao Song will leave later, I have something to ask you."

Song Cun nodded, packed up the documents, and went to the mayor's office. Mayor Chen saw Song Cun and said with a smile, "Sit down."

Song Cun sat down.

Mayor Chen looked at him and asked with a smile: "Xiao Song, do you know Director Zheng of the County Finance Bureau?"

Song Cun was at a loss, Director Zheng?

Mayor Chen frowned: "You don't know Director Zheng?"

Song Cun frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Did his son graduate from the Southern Province University of Finance and Economics?"

Mayor Chen shook his head: "I don't know about that. I just heard that his son just graduated from college and his name is Zheng..."

"Zheng Jianguo?" Song Cun continued.

"That's right, that's Zheng Jianguo." Mayor Chen said with a smile, "Do you know him?"

Song Cun just smiled: "I am a high school classmate, we have a good relationship."

Mayor Chen sighed: "I'll just say it. Speaking of which, the money for road construction can be allocated so quickly this time, I still have to thank Director Zheng."

Song Cun understood and said: "Director Zheng is a good director. He knows the difficulties of our common people and the importance of road construction to our common people."

Mayor Chen glanced at him and said, "You're right. Chief Zheng is indeed a good chief."

Song Cun came out of Mayor Chen's office, couldn't help smiling as if thinking of something. Seeing the post office next to him, he walked to the phone, dug out the phone book in the file bag, found a phone number and dialed it. After a while, the phone was connected, and he heard a familiar voice, hearty He smiled and said, "Zheng Jianguo!"

Over there laughed and shouted: "Song Cun!"

Song Cun was silent for a while, and said jokingly: "Do I want to thank you for this incident?"

"Go, go! Don't tell me these useless things." Zheng Jianguo laughed on the phone, "Do you really plan to become the village head in the village?"

Song Cun smiled and said, "What's so bad about being a village chief?"

Zheng Jianguo still knew Song Cun, so he said, "All right, call me if you need anything."

"That's what you said, when the time comes, don't find me annoying." Song Cun said with a smile.

"In our class, there are a few who are admitted to college, and I have no relationship with them. I just have a good relationship with you. Don't worry, just come and bother me." That is to say, Zheng Jianguo knew Song Cun, and he was replaced by someone else. None will say this.

After hanging up the phone, Song Cun went back to Songjia Village in a happy mood. When several people from the village committee saw him coming back, they immediately surrounded him and said, "The superiors have agreed to allocate funds to build the road."

At that moment, Uncle Song's heart suddenly brightened. When he got home, he held the cigarette stick and kept smoking. Seeing his silent appearance, his wife thought something was wrong with him, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you? Did you get angry in the village? "

Fourth Uncle Song shook his head, and said in a muffled voice, "No. Even if I'm not the village head, no one dares to take it easy on me."

His wife frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

Fourth Uncle Song sighed, and said slowly: "Sometimes I have to admit that the more educated you are, the more capable you are."

Seeing that he was talking without beginning or end, his wife asked, "What's the matter?"

Fourth Uncle Song looked at his wife and said, "We can build the road now, the money has been allocated from above."

"Isn't this a good thing? Seeing your frown, I thought it was something wrong." Uncle Song's daughter-in-law rolled her eyes and said angrily.

Uncle Song sighed: "How many times did I go to the town government, but I didn't get the money for road repairs. Song Cun went to the town, and I got the money for road repairs. I have to admit, this man of high culture Yes, there are some skills."

Fourth Uncle Song's wife glanced at him: "You are free too, what are you thinking about so much, whoever comes to pay for the road repair, as long as the road is repaired, we can pull the car so that it is fine."

Fourth Uncle Song couldn't make any sense with his wife. He shook his head, stood up, and went to the village with a cigarette holder. He was going to talk to the villagers about how each household contributed money to build roads. That's enough. Of course, most villagers are willing to pay the money. Everyone in the village has to walk. Now that the production is divided into households, when harvesting crops, the roads are not easy to walk, and everyone knows it is difficult. If a small number of people are unwilling to pay, he, the old village head, has to come forward to persuade and reason.

From the beginning of the village to the end of the village, he tasted it while walking. It turned out that the villagers said that Song Cun was smart, but he didn't feel anything. Later, when he saw a college student come to compete with him for the position of village chief, he felt that his brain was also promoted by everyone, and it was not easy to use. But through this incident, he realized that he didn't have any great skills, and he was bad and bad. No wonder he was admitted to university. His brain is indeed not comparable to that of ordinary people. He is not as good as Song Cun is now the village head, but he can't figure it out, why is he still responsible for everything in the village?

He was not idle as his daughter-in-law said, but he was stunned and angry by Song Cun. Although Song Cun helped the village to get money for road construction, as a villager, he was grateful. After being grateful, the feeling in my heart gets worse the more I think about it. He not only got into the trap set by Song Cun, but stayed inside, he also had to clamor for the villagers to get in and stay obediently, running up and down to help Song Cun complete the orders from above. Task.

He did all the things that offended the people in the village, and when he went to the mayor of the town, the credit was all Song Cun's, but he didn't do it, and he always felt sorry in his heart, feeling sorry for the old and young men in the village. It's so uncomfortable.

Back at the village committee, when he saw Song Cun, he didn't look good. Song Cun thought that the villagers didn't want to pay for road repairs. He asked, "What's wrong? It didn't work?"

Fourth Uncle Song glared at him angrily: "With me in charge, can things be done?"

Song Cun just laughed: "Fourth Uncle is out to support two, that's great. It seems that next time there is something in the village, I have to find Fourth Uncle."

Fourth Uncle Song muttered, and held back for a long time before choking out a sentence: "You kid just saw my temper, and deliberately provoked me with words, coaxing me to run errands for you."

Song Cun said earnestly and sincerely: "What is the fourth uncle talking about? Those who can do more work. Fourth uncle went to find them, and he could easily get them to agree to raise money to build the road. If I go, who will take care of me? They should I thought I was talking nonsense. So our village can go without me, but it can’t go without fourth uncle.”

Fourth Uncle Song glanced at him: "That's right. You're smart."

Song Cun smiled.