Secretary Qin stayed in Chengkou County for the past few days and inspected other villages by the way. Like Xiaoqian Village, the drought was very serious. He waited anxiously and half hopefully for the situation of drawing grass.
When he left Xiaoqian Village, he said: as soon as the grass starts to emerge, report to the county immediately.
When he thought about it, Xiao Xiao made it clear that it would take about ten days for the grass to fully grow. Now it's the fifth day, and it should be at least half grown.
Waiting until last night, still no one from Xiaoqian village came to report. He couldn't wait any longer, and led his people to Xiaoqian Village before dawn.
It was just dawn when we arrived at the entrance of Xiaoqian Village.
When Accountant Xu knocked on the door, Wang Desheng just got up: "Captain, Secretary Qin and the county magistrate are here again. They must have come to see the situation of Chicao, but there is no movement in the field. What's the matter?" ?"
Wang Desheng took a deep breath: "What can I do? At worst, I will be criticized." The hope in his eyes gradually disappeared.
At the beginning, his rationality also told him that what Xiao Xiao and Wang Wei said was too far-fetched to be believed. But seeing that the famine is coming, he is like a person who has stepped on the edge of a cliff and is in a desperate situation. A little bit of hope will be grasped like a straw.
There must be no more famine! Thinking of the famine in those years and the horrors of purgatory where many people starved to death in the village, Wang Desheng was surrounded by panic and despair.
He stayed in the field until midnight last night, holding a torch and almost lying on the ground to watch inch by inch, hoping to see that the weeds would really grow out like Xiao Xiao said.
But no, nothing happened.
Wang Desheng knew that the last bit of hope was also shattered.
"Let's go, let's meet." No matter what, he can't afford to offend these high-ranking officials. It's God's blessing that this year's harvest can be 10% that of previous years. He doesn't dare to offend the county magistrate. It is the life of the whole village to keep the only harvested grain!
The two had just walked out of Wang Desheng's house when the Party Secretary also got the news and rushed over.
He smiled wryly: "Let's go." The two of them took out Jijicao. Secretary Qin valued Jijicao so much, but now he failed, and he and Wang Desheng would definitely be criticized.
But now I can't care about so much, the grass will not grow, everyone will be hungry by then, and I don't know if I can survive this winter, and my life is almost gone, who cares about whether I will be criticized or not. They hurried to the entrance of the village. As soon as Secretary Qin met them, before the county magistrate could
speak, he hurriedly asked, "How is it? Has the grass grown?"
Desperate, he said with difficulty: "Secretary Qin, I'm sorry, we let you down, and Ji Chicao didn't move."
Even though he knew that this was the most likely outcome, Secretary Qin couldn't help being disappointed, and his heart sank quickly. As the secretary of the provincial party committee of a province, according to the ancient official position, he can already be regarded as a great official in Xinjiang.
I have to deal with so many official affairs every day, and I have come into contact with many important national affairs.
He knows how fragile the newly established Huaguo is, surrounded by powerful countries outside, and the country and people have suffered a lot inside. This year's drought is much more serious than last year, and it is the three northern provinces of Huaguo's grain depot, which will cause immeasurable losses. What a heavy blow this is to China, to the country and to the people!
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