Chapter 2217

Su Xinghui said: "It's okay, County Magistrate Nie, my body is fine, it's already recovered. The National Flood Fighting and Emergency Rescue Summary and Commendation Conference is also easy to say, there are still ten days left. Okay, you rest at home, I will go to the village to see this afternoon."

Nie Xin nodded with emotion: "Okay, County Magistrate, then you go. However, this matter is probably not that evil. Your prestige in the county is so high. Those common people all regard you as a living Bodhisattva. You go and say it, this matter will definitely be smooth."

Su Xinghui's prestige in the county can now be said to be at its peak. Before, there was Su Xinghui's cancellation of agricultural tax and retention and coordination. Now Su Xinghui led the military and civilians of the whole county to pass the flood season smoothly in the flood fighting and emergency rescue, so that the flood did not pose any threat to Chongjin County.

Coupled with his development of the economy and improvement of infrastructure in Chongjin County, Chongjin County can be said to have taken on a new look. Now, which of the common people in Chongjin County does not sincerely love him?

Su Xinghui did what he said. In the afternoon, he went to Jingbao Village. The whole village of Jingbao Village was in the place where land was reclaimed from the lake, so their whole village was also within the scope of returning farmland to lakes.

However, Su Xinghui had been to Jingbao Village the most times in the past six months, so Jingbao Village could be said to be known by everyone. Every time Su Xinghui went to Jingbao Village, the common people of Jingbao Village would treat him warmly. Many people wanted Su Xinghui to go to their house for a meal, so his mass base here was the best.

Su Xinghui came to Jingbao Village. He first went to the edge of the rice field. The late rice in the field had been transplanted for nearly two months. The farmers in the rice field were working. Su Xinghui walked to the ridge of the field and watched the farmers working there.

As soon as Su Xinghui walked to the ridge of the field, several farmers saw him immediately. They shouted affectionately: "County Magistrate Su is here!"

Su Xinghui nodded and said: "Yes, I'm here to see the situation in the field."

An old farmer walked over from the field, walked to the ridge of the field, sat down under a tree with Su Xinghui, and asked: "County Magistrate Su, I heard that you were hospitalized a while ago? Is your body better now?"

Su Xinghui nodded and said: "It's already better. Look, my body is great."

The old farmer said: "I originally planned to go see you, but I have never been to Hongzhou in my life."

Su Xinghui shook his head and smiled: "Grandpa, I am young, it's okay."

The old farmer picked up his box of cigarettes from under the tree, took out one and handed it to Su Xinghui, saying: "County Magistrate Su, this is not a good cigarette, do you want one?"

Su Xinghui didn't smoke originally, but at this moment, in order to get closer to the old farmer, he took the cigarette, lit it with the match in the old farmer's hand, and smoked it.

In his previous life, he would smoke when he was depressed, but that was after he was thirty and married. In this life, he had never smoked before. Today, for this matter, he broke the precept for the first time.

Several other farmers also walked over and sat down with Su Xinghui. They also lit a cigarette each. After heavy labor, smoking a cigarette could relieve fatigue.

Su Xinghui took a puff of the cigarette and asked: "Grandpa, the growth of late rice this year is good, right?"

The old farmer said: "Yes, this year we used this chemical fertilizer, the growth of late rice is indeed good. Technician Lu speaks well, we listen to him, when and how to apply fertilizer, there are rules."

Another farmer also said: "Yes, this period of time can be considered favorable weather, as long as there is no such heavy rain again, I don't think the yield of late rice this year will be low."

Another farmer said: "What season is it now? There will definitely be no heavy rain."

Su Xinghui looked at the green rice in the field and said: "Yes, I think the late rice this year will definitely have a bumper harvest. Maybe, this season of late rice this year will be worth the harvest of the two seasons of rice in previous years."

The old farmer said: "In previous years, as long as there was heavy rain, it would be flooded, and there was no chemical fertilizer, and the harvest of rice in no year was good. I estimate that the two seasons of rice in previous years could not compare to this season of late rice this year."

A farmer in his thirties sighed: "Alas, little work in the fields, repairing the embankment every year; nine waters shoot into Yanglan, two disasters every three years. Since I can remember, it seems that there is no year when we are not affected by disaster."

Su Xinghui said: "Since there is disaster every year here, why are you unwilling to return farmland to lakes and relocate residents to build towns?"

Su Xinghui's words stunned several farmers. At this time, more and more people gathered around. They all heard that Su Xinghui was here, so they came to see County Magistrate Su. They all stood there quietly, listening to Su Xinghui's words.

But Su Xinghui's words, everyone didn't know how to answer for a while.