Chapter 62

That noon, Yu Gaoshan called Su Xinghui. He said his agricultural products trading company had been registered, and he wanted to come to Meng Hu Ling to meet him, as he had something to discuss with him.

Su Xinghui asked Yu Gaoshan to go to his house tomorrow, because he was going to return to the county seat this afternoon. Yu Gaoshan immediately said he would go to Shangjun county seat this afternoon to meet him.

Su Xinghui agreed, and he made an appointment with Yu Gaoshan to meet at his house in the afternoon.

At three o'clock that afternoon, Chen Hongfu handed over some things to Township Head Dong Jianshu, and then took a jeep back to the county seat. He and Dong Jianshu usually wouldn't return at the same time on Sunday. As the top leaders of the Party and government, someone had to stay in the township.

However, there were many opportunities for them to return to the county seat, because they often had to return to the county seat for meetings, so whether they returned on a Sunday didn't matter.

Su Xinghui also followed Chen Hongfu back to the county seat by car. The car they took was, of course, that old jeep in the township. The township only had this car that could be taken, and it was usually used by whichever township leader had something to do in the county seat. In fact, it was used relatively little in the township.

The driver who drove this old jeep was named Yao Xuexin, who used to be an automobile soldier and was an old driver. He had also driven for several years in the township government, and only he could handle this old jeep.

Along the way, the jeep bumped quite severely. There had been a lot of rain recently. On this road, the road administration department usually filled the potholes with some crushed stones and sand. Once it rained, the crushed stones and sand were taken away by the passing wheels, and the potholes became more and more serious. The jeep's shock absorption was poor, and people sitting on it were like sitting on a boat.

Chen Hongfu sat in the passenger seat. Grassroots leaders sat in this position when taking a car. He held the handle above the car door tightly with one hand, wanting to fix his body, but it didn't help much. When the car passed a large pothole, his body was still bumped up, and his head hit the roof of the car.

Fortunately, the jeep roof was a canvas top, so it didn't hurt when hitting it, but Chen Hongfu still said angrily: "Damn it, this road can't be walked! This is going to bump people to death!"

Su Xinghui said: "Secretary Chen, I think we can reflect this to the county and let the county rebuild this road, or at least overhaul it, otherwise it will seriously restrict the economic development of our township."

When it came to this problem, Chen Hongfu frowned tightly: "Who doesn't hope to repair the road? We have reflected it to the county many times, and they all said there is no money."

Does the county have no money? It is indeed not rich, but to say that the money for repairing this road should still be available. Based on the prices and labor in 1992, repairing a 30-kilometer fourth-class highway would cost at least hundreds of thousands, and at most about one million. Can't a county come up with hundreds of thousands or one million?