Chapter 1389

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

Wang Xiaohua read the novel opening Gu Wenqing provided, and couldn't help but feel dazed:

"Back then, did Yang Dafu really bully my mother that much?"

Gu Wenqing said:

"I talked with your mother; she basically told me exactly this — Yang Dafu deliberately went to Mulberry Field to find your mother, using the pretext of over-quota birth and household registration to threaten her, attempting to force her to submit. Your mother said that when she learned Yang Dafu could help register the three children, she was dazed for a moment, and a trace of wavering arose in her heart. While she hesitated, Yang Dafu had already rushed up and started unfastening the buttons of her 'bra'."

Gu Wenqing spoke with conviction and detail.

Li Xiulan probably really told her these things.

Yet Wang Xiaohua had never consulted his mother about these old affairs.

So he only knew the rough outline, not the details.

"Before that, did Yang Dafu ever do anything out of line to my mother?"

Wang Xiaohua couldn't help but ask this question.

Gu Wenqing answered honestly:

"I don't know that; I didn't ask your mother about things before '93, and she didn't say. But judging from her words, before that your mother probably also suffered the coveting of quite a few despicable people, and gossip should have started after she married into Shangou Village. However, I also believe your mother always maintained her own purity, never abandoning her bottom line and principles because of temptation or coercion, or any other reason."

Wang Xiaohua nodded:

"I think so too."

Then he smiled helplessly and said:

"If my mother could abandon her bottom line and principles, perhaps she would have lived a good life long ago."

Gu Wenqing smiled and said:

"Classmate Xiaohua, I believe your fundamental character is the same as your mother's — you won't lightly abandon your principles because of outside interference; even facing hardships, you can grit your teeth and persist. So you will certainly become a good official of the people!"

Wang Xiaohua was stunned.

Gu Wenqing's words struck his inner heart.

If one says his mother spent a lifetime adhering to her own principles, consistently upholding her principles of conduct, and that is foolishly enduring hardship because she doesn't understand the times, then now that he, Wang Xiaohua, wants to keep his original aspiration and not be polluted by the big dye vat — isn't that also not understanding the times, also foolishly enduring hardship?

In that instant, Wang Xiaohua suddenly understood his mother's half-life persistence.

Being alive, there are always some things that require one to be stubborn.

Clearly knowing there are more comfortable ways, yet still choosing the most difficult way.

When young, Wang Xiaohua didn't understand, thinking his mother's foolish endurance was laughable.

Now having entered society, experienced some people and events, he gradually understood — only then did he know how great his mother was.

"Sister Wenqing, you're right; I will definitely become a good official of the people!"

Wang Xiaohua dispelled the distracting thoughts in his heart, cleared the turbid and raised the clear, and his faith became firm.

After he returned from the county town to Shangang Town, he immediately summoned all personnel of the Rural Revitalization Office, held a department meeting — first introducing the pilot work he did at Changjiang Village Committee and the results achieved, then announcing that starting tomorrow, other village committees must also begin following up with reforms, establish rural canteens, gather the intellectually disabled and handicapped into the canteens for centralized management, and cook lunch for them.

The other members of the department, hearing Wang Xiaohua's decision, naturally all had unsightly expressions.

Pushing this policy forward would obviously increase their workload and infringe on their interests.

However, they could only show displeasure on their faces, not daring to voice opposition.

Now Wang Xiaohua in Shangang Town was the hottest figure — not only did he have Zhong Hongtao and He Gaofeng as two powerful backers, but even the Deputy County Magistrate in the county town had explicitly expressed support for Wang Xiaohua's work.

Whoever dared speak in opposition would be asking for trouble.

"Everyone, I know you'll certainly feel displeased or even inner resistance toward this reform, but I want to say one thing to you all: our Rural Revitalization Office was originally called the Poverty Alleviation Office; the work of the Poverty Alleviation Office is naturally poverty alleviation — helping those poor people who need help. Coming to work in this unit, one must have a spirit of dedication; those without dedication, please leave. After all, the salary the country gives us isn't high, and it can't retain great Buddhas pursuing profit and wealth."

Wang Xiaohua's face was stern, his aura fully unleashed.

He knew some people were unhappy, but he still had to push things forward.

Because he knew very clearly in his heart: being a leader, even the smallest leader, will inevitably offend people.

Not offending people — that's simply impossible to be a good leader!

Seeing no one speak, Wang Xiaohua continued:

"Rest assured, the Poverty Alleviation Office's originally cumbersome work processes, on my end, will be streamlined step by step; some superficial projects I'll cut out, and it won't increase your workload much — it's just that originally virtual work has now become practical work, nothing more."

Wang Xiaohua wasn't just talking.

For example, when Chen Yuancheng was still there, the office stipulated that unless there were special circumstances, everyone had to gather at the town office before 8:30 AM for an early meeting; only after the meeting ended would they return to their respective village committees for daily work. This back-and-forth wasted who knows how much time, and lacking effective supervision, it often happened that village-stationed poverty alleviation cadres wouldn't appear at the village committee office until after 10 AM, or even past noon.

Wang Xiaohua immediately changed this process: he established a WeChat work group, changing from daily 8 AM meetings to one meeting per week; every morning at 8:30, grassroots cadres only needed to clock in on the WeChat group, take a photo proving they went to work, and post it in the group — that was it.

Would this let slackers exploit loopholes?

Of course it would!

But between two harms, choose the lesser.

He believed most people in the Poverty Alleviation Office had a spirit of dedication.

If they lacked dedication, they wouldn't have thrown themselves in here to do the most tiring work for the least money.

Additionally, Wang Xiaohua would randomly visit village committees at unscheduled times and without prior notice to understand the real situation at each village committee.

Thus, the reform of Shangang Town's poverty alleviation work proceeded vigorously.

Although Wang Xiaohua became the office director, he didn't sit in the office every day; on the contrary, he went deep into the villages daily to understand the real needs of poor households, and thereby continuously adjusted poverty alleviation policies to be targeted, principled, and feasible in solving poverty problems.

These adjustments indeed increased the workload for those below, but if one speaks of who truly increased their workload, it was actually Wang Xiaohua himself!

Ever since he became this Poverty Alleviation Office Director, he was busy from early to late every day — daytime visiting villages to understand each poor household's situation, evenings reviewing various documents submitted by subordinates, approving various matters.

Often he'd be busy until eleven or twelve at night.

And the next day, early morning, it was only five or six o'clock, yet he had to get up and go work again.

Every day's sleep time did not exceed six hours; in the majority of cases, he only slept four hours or so.

Is this tiring?

Very tiring!

But Xiao Hua felt it was incomparably fulfilling!