Chapter 111: Deep into the grassroots

Ningyang people are enthusiastic and kind, and they are old acquaintances, so there must be wine for dinner. Lu Fan didn't stand on ceremony with Old Cao's family, and everyone ate and chatted, imagining the "coffin" cause.

When Lu Fan went to the latrine, Cao Tianma hurriedly followed him out and whispered: "Brother Fan, Le Xuezhi hasn't appeared in the factory recently. It is estimated that he went to see that 'dirty disease.' I have collected some more evidence. Now the waste oil mud treatment plant has monopolized the business of several surrounding counties and districts. This son of a bitch is really making money every day, rich and oily, earning hundreds of thousands a day."

"Tianma, you must pay attention to safety, don't show any flaws, and try to collect video evidence, especially the 'good oil' transported to the waste oil mud treatment plant."

"Brother Fan, don't worry, I have been watching him for two years. This thing really makes money. If I could get the waste oil mud treatment plant, it would be great!"

Lu Fan said: "What are you thinking? This kind of factory makes money by relationships. Even if it is given to you, it will be of no avail. You have to think about why only this one waste oil mud treatment plant is opened in the surrounding counties and districts?"

"Hey, it's really enviable. If you do it for a year or two, you won't have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life!"

"Tianma, how are you doing now?"

"It's okay, raising seven or eight oil tankers, four for delivering oil to Le Xuezhi, and four for doing some 'private work.' I can get dozens of them a year."

"You are still young, you have to find a proper business to do. 'Oil trafficking' is not a long-term plan. If you fall into it once, you can be beaten back to liberation overnight."

"Hey, Brother Fan, I want to, but there is really nothing good to do."

After drinking, Lu Fan returned to the township government and had a long talk with Su Xiaoyi all night.

"Xiaoyi, is there any problem with the funds?"

"Brother Fan, don't worry, if you scrape together a few million, you can definitely take it out. Besides, the cooperative is not a one-time investment. We are still making money, so we can definitely continue."

"Letting you do this cooperative is because I want someone to support the head. Looking at Baishu Bay, no one has this strength and ability. This time, consider it helping me."

"Brother Fan, this is being an outsider. My little family property was all given by you. Besides, what you asked me to do is proper business. You don't say, I have seriously understood this industry during this period. If you do it well, you can really make big money."

"Indeed, I can't let you throw money into it for nothing. As long as you promote the three names of high-quality cypress wood, technology, and pure manual creation, there is a lot to be done. Baishu Bay's coffins are famous and have always been in short supply, but the quantity is small. After the coffin shop is opened, the township government will make great efforts to govern, and absolutely will not let a piece of material be stolen."

Su Xiaoyi said: "Now a good coffin, including materials and labor, cannot be less than 20,000 to 30,000, and you have to build human feelings and be afraid. At that time, we will deliver to the door, and selling for 30,000 to 40,000 is not excessive. Selling 1,000 coffins a year is 30 to 40 million, and it is even possible to have more. Brother Fan, it is absolutely worth doing, and there is money to be made!"

Lu Fan laughed: "As long as you have confidence, it's fine. But everything is difficult at the beginning. Building the factory is the key. And this project also needs to drive the villagers to get rich. Loggers, transportation, apprentices, etc., must be done by Baishu Bay people. Forestry households must buy shares. It is best to let Old Cao buy shares too. He has prestige among craftsmen. In short, we must maximize the drive for villagers to increase income and get rich."

"Brother Fan, I know what to do."

"Well, during this period, you run the procedures with Forest Farm Director Li Yifeng. You talk to the forestry households as soon as possible, look for processing sites, and tell me in time if there are any problems."

After breakfast, Lu Fan took Li Yanxin and Su Xiaoyi to Xiangyang Village. First of all, not to mention benefiting one party as an official, at least during the term of office, the 13 administrative villages in the whole township must be run once, the poor households and industrial households must be run once, and the petitioning households must be run once.

Arriving at Xiangyang Village, walking into the first courtyard at the entrance of the village, he saw an old man chopping wood, and his wife sitting at the door basking in the sun, silly and dull.

"Grandpa, chopping wood?"

The old man stopped the work in his hand, leaned over and asked: "Are you cadres from the township?"

Li Yanxin introduced: "This is our Baishu Bay Township Party Committee Secretary Lu!"

"Ah? You are that baby Secretary?"

Lu Fan laughed: "Grandpa, I am young, but it doesn't affect serving everyone. How is your life? Do you still farm? Do you need the township government to solve any problems?"

"Hey, what do you eat if you don't farm?" The old man sighed and said: "My son is working outside, my daughter-in-law ran away with someone, my old woman is demented, live one day and count one day! Secretary Lu, I really have a problem to reflect. Look at the rotten state of my family, can't I 'eat subsistence allowance'?"

Looking at this situation, it is indeed poor. Lu Fan was a little surprised. Are there any poorer ones in Xiangyang Village?

According to the national subsistence allowance policy, it should be guaranteed if it should be guaranteed, but the funds are paid by local finance. Ningyang finance cannot pay so much funds, so a quota limit is stipulated. Xiangyang Village is an administrative village, and there should be at least a dozen subsistence allowance quotas.

"Secretary Lu, I'm not complaining. The subsistence allowances in our village are all 'eaten' by the Secretary's relatives and friends. I only ate for one year a few years ago. It is said that we take turns eating, but I estimate that I won't be able to take turns once until I die!"

Lu Fan said: "Grandpa, I have noted this matter. I will find out. If there is really someone who practices favoritism and fraud and treats subsistence allowance as human feelings, I will definitely manage it to the end!"

"Hey, if I had a way, I wouldn't open my mouth to you. I really can't endure the hardship. I rely on selling a little grain all year round, and the old woman has to take medicine to save her life. The suffering people are 'miserable'!"

The situation of this family is indeed unbearable to look at. Lu Fan asked: "Grandpa, your son is working outside, and he can't earn much money in a year. Why don't you let him come home to start a business? He can also take care of your old couple. This year, the township will vigorously support sheep raising, greenhouses, and planting medicinal materials. As long as you can endure hardship, it will definitely be better than working outside."

The old man sighed: "I understand all these things you said. It is said that there are subsidies, but they are all deceiving people. Besides, what doesn't need money? The family can't even scrape together a thousand yuan, and can't even buy a lamb. Also, what if you lose money? Isn't that asking for your life?"

Old people have conservative ideas, and it is useless to talk to them. Lu Fan said: "Grandpa, I will leave you a phone number. When your son comes back, let him call me. The township government will definitely solve your worries." After speaking, he took out two hundred yuan and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

After Lu Fan left, the old man held the two hundred yuan and shed two lines of tears.

Arriving at the second house, this family was an old man leaning on a crutch, his wife busy in the courtyard, and a seven or eight-year-old child playing.

After self-introduction, the old man seemed a little restrained and hurriedly greeted his wife to pour water to greet the guests. The township government secretary was the parent official to them.

Lu Fan laughed: "Grandpa, Grandma, don't be busy. We are just understanding the situation. Is this your grandson? Are the child's parents working in the fields?"

Grandpa said: "There is no work at this time. My son and daughter-in-law are working outside, and it is estimated that they will come back in these two days. The baby can see his father and mother."

Seeing a dozen sheep in the sheep pen, Lu Fan looked at it with great interest for a while and asked: "Grandpa, you raise these sheep well. Can those 'wethers' be killed soon?"

Grandpa laughed: "Secretary Lu, I plan to kill them when my son comes back. Our Baishu Bay's sheep are not worried about selling. Relatives in the city have already booked them."

"Grandpa, how many sheep have you raised at most?"

"A few years ago, I raised more than a hundred. In the past two years, I couldn't run, so I raised a dozen at home, sold some for the New Year, and killed one for ourselves to eat."

"Grandpa, you are an old breeder. You say, can raising sheep make money?"

"It must be possible. As long as you 'serve' them well and die a few less lambs, when the scale goes up, you will definitely be able to make money."

"The township government vigorously supports sheep raising this year. You have technology at home. Why don't you let your son come back to do it? How good it is for the whole family to be reunited. The current policy is: for raising more than 100 sheep, each sheep can get a subsidy of 100 yuan; for more than 200 sheep, the government subsidizes 50,000 yuan; for more than 400 sheep, each sheep can be subsidized 500 yuan!"

"Hey, the policy is a good policy, but the subsidies are all taken by the handlers, and we can't touch the edge. Besides, if you want to raise 100 sheep, don't you need 100,000 or 200,000? You also need to build pens and buy equipment. It's not an easy thing?"

"Grandpa, facility farming also has subsidies, including building pens and buying equipment. I am the Township Government Secretary. I say it can be subsidized, so it can be subsidized. As long as you dare to do it, the subsidies I mentioned will be as I said. If it can't be done, you take a high-pitched loudspeaker and scold me at the gate of the township government!"

"Secretary Lu, I definitely believe you. You worked in the Baishu Bay Forest Farm a few years ago, right? Old Cao often speaks well of you. You let me consider it, and wait for my son to come back and discuss it. If I decide to do it, I won't bother you less."

Lu Fan laughed: "I wish you would bother me. As long as it is good for everyone, I will try my best to solve it."

Arriving at the third house, just after stating his identity, the old woman of this family cried and asked the Secretary to redress her grievance, but she couldn't explain it clearly for a while.

After her old man came back, Lu Fan understood the ins and outs of the matter.

A few years ago, because of the widening and hardening of the roads in the village, the village occupied more than two mu of their corn fields and destroyed their crops to open the road.

But the Secretary didn't recognize this account, saying that the land they contracted was collective, and he reminded the villagers on the loudspeaker many times in the spring that the contracted land had new arrangements and could not be cultivated, otherwise the consequences would be at their own risk, and the Village Committee would resolutely not compensate.

Lu Fan promised them that the township government would manage this matter to the end, and what should be compensated must be compensated.

On that day, Lu Fan ran to eight or nine households. Every time he went to a household, he did ideological work for everyone, encouraged migrant workers to return home to start businesses, patiently publicized industrial support policies, and became one with the masses.

By the weekend, Lu Fan felt that there was nothing to do when he went back, so he continued to go to the countryside. In three or four days, he ran two villages.

Lu Fan knew very well that only by walking down the field ridges, "getting mud on his feet," obtaining first-hand information on the "vast phenomena" from the mouths of the masses, lifting the lids of pots in the homes of the masses, chatting and asking about the situation in the fields, humbly listening to the opinions and appeals of the masses, and deeply grasping the "first-hand information" of investigation and research, could he clarify and accurately grasp the real situation at the grassroots level. Only then could he take real measures, produce hard measures, see practical results, and provide a basis and direction for the subsequent development of the entire township.