To the south of Duzhuanger Village is a farmland, with a continuous east-west and endless view, and the depth to the south is less than two miles away, and you can find the low-lying area of ​​the Nanshan Valley. Outside the ditch are several factories built in Longtian Township in the past two years. They are basically village-run enterprises. The most exaggerated thing is that there is a factory built opposite the ditch, close to the foot of the Nanshan Mountain. At this time, the water in the ditch has already flooded the field.

Not far away, there is a stone bridge made of bluestone, which is wide enough and thick enough but not high enough. There are no guardrails on both sides of the bridge. It is the only passage to the opposite side of the river. Because a factory is built here, a dirt road is built from Duzhuanger.

Accompanied by a group of people, Xiang Xuemei was wearing a raincoat, and Ling Han held an umbrella on one side to cover her. Executive Deputy County Mayor Liao Renzhong and Deputy County Mayor Wang Baosheng were accompanying the other side. "The water of the Nanshangou River flowed through more than ten townships and dozens of villages in several counties. If they all looked like our county now, it means that our canal management work is far from being done."

Deputy County Magistrate Wang Baosheng, who is in charge of this work, hurriedly said: "County Magistrate Xiang, I reported the Nanshangou River Canal Treatment Plan last year. Even if an ordinary bluestone embankment is built, the embankment section within our county alone will require a considerable amount of funds, which will catch up with the standardized reconstruction in the north of the county town..." As he said this, he saw Liao Renzhong wink at him, and Wang Baosheng stopped talking with the opportunity.

Xiang Xuemei took charge of the county's reconstruction and the expansion of the roads in the city by herself. Isn't this a burden to her?

Liao Renzhong said in a timely manner: "According to our fiscal budget at the end of last year, there was originally funds for the Nanshangou area. Some time ago, the city instructed the development zone infrastructure project in the south of the county, but the money was removed. Fortunately, the rainfall this year is less than last year. I have never heard of a major mountain flood. In another month, the flood prevention work for this year's rainy season is coming to an end, which has freed up time for us to rectify the ditches."

"Yes, County Magistrate Xiang, National Day is coming, and I am sure to complete the management of river canals before the rainy season next year. As long as there is sufficient funds, it will be easy to deal with..." Wang Baosheng quickly followed Liao Renzhong's speech, and sang and dissolved the unfavorable responsibility of river canal management. He also pointed out that the county town renovation led by County Magistrate Xiang affected my river canal management. If you don't have money, why would you ask me to use to repair the embankment?

At this time, all the leaders of Longtian Township rushed over, headed by Zheng Zhihe, secretary of the township party committee and Ling Zhibei, the township chief.

Xiang Xuemei glanced at them and said lightly: "Secretary Zheng, Township Mayor Ling, your Longtian Township is a well-known wealthy family in the county, and there are many township enterprises. The county has given you a lot of support and policy preferences. Can you also take a look at this Nanshangou?"

Liao Renzhong and Wang Baosheng secretly called it awesome. Xiang Xuemei was targeting Longtian Township today? The sentence I just said lightly, Liao Renzhong and Wang Baosheng used all the excuses that the county could be carried out. At this time, it would be too difficult to argue for Ling Zhibei.

When Ling Zhibei glanced at Liao Renzhong, he pretended to point fingers at the river and canal with Wang Baosheng, and talked about the governance strategy.

Zheng Zhihe was funny, isn't your surname the only one? Now you're the one who performs, what's wrong with me, the secretary who manages the official?

Ling Zhibei cursed in his heart, blaming Liao Renzhong for not speaking for himself, but he didn't know that Xiang Xuemei had just settled the situation before.

Ling Han thought to be silent for this "Fourth Uncle". Xiang Xuemei was indeed awesome. She said that just now, she seemed to be looking for Liao Renzhong and Wang Baosheng's fault. However, her head was facing Ling Zhibei in Longtian Township. Liao and Ling were originally wearing pairs of pants. Ling Zhibei could not get out of the stage. Liao Renzhong's face was not good-looking, but Liao Renzhong was also inspired by the officialdom. On the surface, he was very calm.

"We are not doing enough work in our work. I will review it. Once the flood season is over, I will take charge of this work."

"Guard Ling, I don't want you to have any reviews. You are a public servant sent by the Communist Party to the common people. You serve as an official and benefit the people. In the past two years, Longtian Township has become rich, but the rich are private. It is rich on the surface. Look at the river in Nanshan Valley, and then look back at Duzhuanger Village. It still maintains the old appearance of the early liberation. Didn't you, Guo Ling, want to develop this place into a retro tourist area?"

This was quite serious. Ling Zhibei was so blushed that he couldn't speak, and the others were silent. Xiang County had never been so angry. He was about to wait for her to say a few words before he could get up on the topic. Liao Renzhong also gave up this idea. Is he going to take Ling Zhibei?

The raindrops seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and the sound of hitting the mud was sticky and gloomy

"Ling Township Mayor, the county has made a budget for the management project of the Nanshangoujiang County section. It costs at least 4 million yuan to build a basic flood control dike. Do you have no money in Longtian Township? You, a rich township chief, cried poorly to the county all day. Can you show your courage this time?"

Ling Zhibei suddenly understood that Xiang Xuemei's slap in public is asking for money, 4 million, aunt, you are so cruel

"County Magistrate Xiang, give me two months. Even if I smash the bowl and sell iron in Longtian Township, I will build this stone embankment. If I can't do it, I will resign."

Xiang Xuemei turned around and found Director Liu Changshan of the County Government Office in the crowd, "Director Liu, and the head of Ling Township made a military order."

A bunch of officials saw Xiang Xuemei's "strength" at this time. At first, they thought she wanted to take this opportunity to kill Ling Zhibei. Liao Renzhong, who was poor in lyrics, could not protect him. However, this female county magistrate took out 4 million yuan of river canal management funds from Longtian Township's pocket.

Liao Renzhong, Wang Baosheng and others were puzzled by the fact that Ling Zhibei was willing to pay 4 million to build the dike so happily. Even Zheng Zhihe, the secretary of Longtian Township, was puzzled. In fact, no one knew the secret in Ling Zhibei's heart. In his opinion, once that incident broke out, Longtian Township would not be the turn of spending 40 million. At this time, spending money can gain a good reputation. Even if he really got to that point, he would have to make Longtian Township poor.

"County Magistrate Liao, let's go there and see why the factory built the opposite side of the ditch? The wall is not low, is it flood control?" Xiang Xuemei pointed to the factory area hanging alone on the other side of the ditch river, covering an area of ​​more than 30 acres, with high walls and barriers, and no situation inside.

"Oh, Xiang County, that's a sand factory. It's close to the river ditches to facilitate sand selection. The large area at the foot of the Nanshan Mountain is full of mud and sand. Relevant experts have also conducted an assessment. It will take five or seven years to level this dune with a sand factory, which is also beneficial for controlling the river. You see, once this protrusion is cut off, this river will be greatly widened and will not overflow the north shore after the mountain torrent."

Ling Zhibei's heart twitched for a moment. He didn't feel like he was scolded so much, but when he talked about the sand factory, cold sweat oozed out of his vest.

No one except Ling Han saw the strange expression that Ling Zhibei showed in an instant. Who would believe that this village chief who was in a big way and Zhang Dongjian did not hook up? At this time, Ling Zhibei stepped forward, "County Magistrate Xiang, the Shachang has also stopped working these days. Several factories in this area are all responsible for Zhang Dongjian. Since he was taken away, the workers have gone on strike one after another. Now the factory has all gone home except for a few guards."

At this moment, the rain changes at any time, and the wind changes from time to time, splashing all the faces wet

"Xiang County, the rain seems to be increasing. Are we coming or going back?" Wang Baosheng wiped the rainwater on his face.

Ling Han recalled the mountain torrent in his previous life. Du Zhuanger's terrain was quite high. After the flood entered the village, the power was greatly reduced. Even so, there was waist-deep water. Fortunately, there were no casualties in the house collapsed. However, the downstream Mawangzhuang suffered a disaster. The whole village was washed away by the flood. All the houses were destroyed by the flood. Nearly 100 casualties were killed or injured. This was not counting the missing people washed away by the water.

Mawangzhuang Village is located at the bottom of a low-lying ditches. Although the river flows around the village, the water level is too large and it is different after the short ditches are too short. The height of the stone ditches they self-study is similar to the houses of the villagers, but there has not been a big flood that has overflowed the stone ditches in the past years.

Thinking of that tragedy on earth, Ling Han's eyes were a little stunned, looking downstream in a daze

At this time, when Wang Baosheng proposed to go back, Xiang Xuemei also felt that it would be of no practical significance to inspect the rivers here again. It would be better to arrange some practical work. Thinking of this, she turned around and said to Zheng Zhihe, secretary of Longtian Township: "Secretary Zheng, flood control must be done well. For continuous rainy days like this, you should beware of it getting bigger. You can arrange for people to notify the janitors of these factories that should go home and go home. If you avoid the rain, let's talk about whether the mountain torrent comes or not, but we must prepare in advance, just in case."
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