Chapter 69

Of course, Zhang Kaishan wouldn't tell Shan Guozhi about the pilot project now. For one thing, Lu Zhenghong told him to keep it secret, and for another, if someone like Shan Guozhi knew, wouldn't he rack his brains to grab the credit?

Shan Guozhi flipped through the inspection report Zhang Kaishan handed him. This inspection report didn't attract his attention at all. Developing the agricultural economy? It's easy to say such things, but how easy is it to do? In that poor and remote place of Meng Hu Ling, what capital is there to develop?

Shan Guozhi handed the inspection report back to Zhang Kaishan. "Comrade Kaishan, it's good to have the mood to make contributions, but shouldn't you also consider the actual situation?"

Zhang Kaishan said confidently, "County Magistrate, this time I have confidence and determination!"

Since Zhang Kaishan said so, and there was no need for the county to pay extra money, repairing a second-class road was much better than repairing a fourth-class road, right? This could at least be considered a political achievement during his tenure as Shan Guozhi. Come to think of it, since he took office, Shangjun County hadn't repaired a second-class road yet.

Thinking of this, Shan Guozhi nodded. "Okay then, Comrade Kaishan, the county should support your work enthusiasm. Then submit this application report in the name of the county according to the normal process, and you will be in charge of the specific handling."

This was exactly what Zhang Kaishan wanted. He nodded and went out.

Seeing Zhang Kaishan's confident look, Shan Guozhi was shocked and uncertain in his heart. He called his secretary Zhong Lei in and asked him to go and ask Peng Qiang where Zhang Kaishan had been and who he had met when he went to the province this time.

Zhong Lei immediately went to ask Peng Qiang. Although Peng Qiang was not a talkative person, Zhong Lei was the County Magistrate's secretary. He asked proactively, and it wasn't any secret. Zhang Kaishan didn't tell him not to leak it, so he told Zhong Lei truthfully about the two places Zhang Kaishan had been.

It was fine that Zhang Kaishan went to the Provincial Department of Culture dormitory, but when Shan Guozhi learned that he had been to the Provincial Party Committee compound and stayed there for more than an hour, Shan Guozhi was a bit stunned. Could it be that Zhang Kaishan really had a foundation in the province?

If he really had a foundation in the province, then this person's status would not be low; otherwise, how could he have such great energy? Shan Guozhi thought, it seems that he couldn't treat Zhang Kaishan lightly in the future.

Shan Guozhi wouldn't think at all that the one who had a foundation in the province was not Zhang Kaishan, but Su Xinghui. This idea was too bizarre, so he didn't consider it at all.

This application report was reported by the county according to the process, so there was nothing for Su Xinghui to do. After Su Xinghui spent this Sunday at home, he returned to Meng Hu Ling.

Returning to the township government, Chen Hongfu naturally asked about the results of Su Xinghui's trip to Jiangcheng. Su Xinghui told him that there should be no big problem with repairing the road, but he didn't mention the pilot project.

Since Lu Zhenghong told him to keep it secret, of course, he wouldn't talk about it casually. If it were leaked, it wouldn't be a good thing.

Of course, just the matter of repairing the road was enough to make Chen Hongfu happy. He also asked people to start mobilizing the masses to do some advance preparations.

In fact, if they wanted to repair the road, there was no need to mobilize. The common people in Meng Hu Ling had suffered from this road for these years, and the terrible road conditions made their travel too inconvenient. Who wouldn't hope that this road could be repaired well?

Moreover, the area along this road was basically barren mountains and wild ridges. Even if they wanted to widen it, they didn't need to requisition too much good farmland from the common people, which saved a lot of trouble.

Su Xinghui made several copies of that inspection report at the county government and brought them back. In this day and age, it wasn't like there were copy shops all over the street. In Shangjun County, only the county government had a photocopier.

Ding Hongxing handed a copy of the inspection report to Chen Hongfu, Dong Jianshu, and Li Mao each, and he archived the original as important material.

Su Xinghui told several leaders that now the township could make a plan for which economic projects the whole township should develop according to the suggestions in the inspection report.

He also said that the Eucommia protective planting project that Jiangcheng Agricultural University planned to declare already had a clue, and now they could let the villagers of Yezhugou Village do some preliminary preparations.

These messages had come too much and too fast these days, making the leaders of the township government a bit numb. Su Xinghui's style of doing things was vigorous and resolute. He had been here for two months and had done things that topped what they had done in the past two years.

The work content of the former Meng Hu Ling Township government was not much, and the work rhythm was not fast. In fact, they didn't need fast-paced work, but now, Su Xinghui had driven the work rhythm of the entire township government, making it impossible for the people in the township government not to be fast.

After all, the leaders of the township government still wanted political achievements. Who would be willing to stay here forever without any life? That might be comfortable, but there would be no future. Who wouldn't want to progress? If they still wanted to be comfortable when encountering such an opportunity, then they would be like this for the rest of their lives.

The staff of the township government were sent out one by one to work in various village groups, and Su Xinghui still went to Yezhugou Village. This was the village he was most familiar with, and at the same time, the most important Eucommia protection forest project would also land in Yezhugou Village.

Su Xinghui had been teaching Xia Zhu to learn sketching in Yezhugou every day these days. Although Xia Zhu's talent was good, things like painting still required relatively long-term practice.

Regarding the Eucommia protection forest project, the county had already sent forestry department personnel to the province, and they had gone to the province together with the relevant personnel of the Agricultural University to declare it. It was estimated that an investigation team would soon come to Yezhugou to investigate the situation of the wild Eucommia forest here.

As for where the Eucommia protection forest would be built, the inspection report also had clear suggestions. They suggested building it on a relatively flat hillside in the northeast of Yezhugou. The altitude here was lower than the west, and the terrain was flat, which was relatively favorable for artificial afforestation.

Moreover, this was basically a barren mountain with no very precious plants, mostly various shrubs and wild grass. Reclaiming wasteland here would not destroy the ecological environment.

During this time, the village committee was organizing villagers to reclaim wasteland on this hillside. Of course, this reclamation was not for nothing. Any villager who came to reclaim wasteland could deduct the corresponding compulsory labor hours, or deduct the retention and overall planning, which made the villagers very enthusiastic.

The day for the wild Eucommia forest to bear fruit was from the end of October to the beginning of November. Only then could they collect seeds to raise seedlings. Therefore, there was still plenty of time to make preparations now.

By the end of September, Deputy Manager Chen of the Jiangnan District Handicraft Store, who had come with Song Qiao last time, came again and took away the products of the bamboo weaving factory. From then on, he would be responsible for collecting bamboo weaving.

The quantity of bamboo weaving this time was much more than the last time, including an "Eight Steeds" painting that Xia Zhu had spent more than half a month weaving. This exquisite bamboo weaving painting alone was worth 1,000 yuan. Therefore, Deputy Manager Chen paid the bamboo weaving factory a total of more than 12,000 yuan this time.

Such a large income made the entire Yezhugou Village full of joy. After deducting the profits left by the factory, the average income of the female workers in the bamboo weaving factory reached more than 50 yuan, and Xia Zhu received more than 400 yuan.

It was perfectly natural for Xia Zhu to receive so much money because the bamboo weaving painting she wove had the highest value, and only she could weave this kind of bamboo weaving painting. If compared to the value she created, she received less than 400 yuan.

When Gao Daping calculated the remuneration for the workers, according to the regulations, he originally calculated about 600 yuan for Xia Zhu. It was Xia Zhu herself who felt it was too high and took the initiative to receive 200 yuan less. These 200 yuan were considered the accumulation of the factory.

But unexpectedly, even like this, there were still people who were jealous of her. A woman who was particularly clumsy and somewhat lazy, and who only received less than 20 yuan this time, said sourly, "Why can Xia Zhu receive so much money? Isn't it because she is Factory Manager Xia's sister?"

Of course, this woman wouldn't say this in front of Xia Lan and Xia Zhu. Such people were best at gossiping behind people's backs. If they were asked to say it to their faces, they wouldn't dare.

A woman who had a good relationship with Xia Zhu passed this to Xia Zhu's ears, but there was another ugly word she didn't say, which was that Xia Zhu had a good relationship with Township Director Su, so she was taken care of.

Xia Zhu was a kind girl. She didn't expect at all that some people would be so mean. She was very aggrieved, but she didn't want to tell others about this, so she could only wipe away tears when her younger siblings were at school and her parents were out exercising.

Just then, when Su Xinghui came to Xia Zhu's house this morning, he saw Xia Zhu wiping away tears.

Su Xinghui asked, "Xia Zhu, why are you crying? Is someone bullying you?"

Hearing Su Xinghui's voice, Xia Zhu didn't dare to turn her head. She quickly wiped away the tears and replied, "No, Brother Xinghui, it's just that sand was blown into my eyes by the wind."