Wang Zijun waved his hand, indicating that Dong Changgang didn't need to say any more. At this time, the children who were reciting had already finished reciting a Chinese text. The middle-aged man who was their teacher took out a wooden stick from next to his chair and leaned on the stick.

He stood up unsteadily and wrote a few words on the blackboard.

"The second graders will do their homework first, and now they will take classes for the third grade." As the man spoke, he pulled up his chair and moved it. As he was moving the chair, Wang Zijun noticed that the man's tui was somewhat disabled.

Just when the man was preparing to give a lecture, a student spotted Wang Zijun and the others. The teacher looked at the people standing outside the window and put down the textbook in his hand.

"Teacher Yan, the leaders from above are here." When the village elder Zhao saw the teacher looking at him, he hurriedly said loudly to the teacher.

Teacher Yan obviously rarely encountered this kind of thing. After Lao Zhao shouted, he paused for half a minute, and this time he moved towards Wang Zijun and others with difficulty. While he was walking

It even makes people feel a little bit sorry for his injured tui.

"Teacher Yan, you'd better go to class first. We're just here to take a look." When Teacher Yan was about to move off the platform, Wang Zijun quickly walked up to him. At this time, Wang Zijun walked up to meet him, without any trace of emotion in his heart.

It felt like a show, and he felt that he should embrace it.

Teacher Yan did not expect that this young cadre would support him, let alone that he would send him to the podium again. Although he did not have much contact with township cadres, he still had an impression of the top leaders in the township.

When he inadvertently turned his attention to Dong Changgang, he found that Dong, who was always high-spirited in the past, was waving his hand towards him, which meant that he should do as the young cadre ordered.

After Wang Zijun helped Teacher Yan to his seat again, he walked towards the back of the classroom. There were no stools in the classroom, so he could only stand there.

Lin Shuqiang saw Wang Zijun standing there and hurriedly followed him. Although he wanted to get Wang a stool to sit on, he suppressed the idea. Being able to become the office director of the Youth League Provincial Committee, he was also a

Those who are aware of current affairs know that at this time, they cannot care about whether the leader is comfortable or not.

Although Teacher Yan was full of anxiety, he still continued the class. Wang Zijun was also a teacher in his previous life, and he could tell the quality of teaching as soon as he heard it. Although Teacher Yan did not teach in simple terms, he still

The course was taken very seriously.

The students in the mountains had never seen much of the world and were surprised by these sudden visitors, but soon they focused on their own studies. The classroom at Baijiazhai Primary School looked nothing like before.

different.

Half an hour passed, and Wang Zijun stood motionless at the back of the classroom listening to the lecture. Although others were in the classroom, his mind was already wandering nine days away. This time he came down to investigate, and it was not just random. He

I want to use this research activity as a starting point for new officials to open up their work situation after taking office.

Wang Zijun had already anticipated the situation he would encounter during this investigation. However, he did not expect that what he saw was even worse than what he had imagined.

The student kid who happily finished class woke up Wang Zijun from his deep thoughts. At this time, Teacher Yan also walked towards Wang Zijun with the support of village elder Zhao.

"Wang, this is Teacher Yan from our village. He has been teaching in the village primary school for nearly 20 years!" Lao Zhao said quickly when he saw Wang Zijun's eyes looking at Teacher Yan.

Looking at the thin and tired man in front of him, Wang Zijun gently reached out and shook his chalk dusty hand, and said sincerely: "Teacher Yan, you are indispensable! After a hard day's work,

You should rest first."

When walking out of the classroom, Dong Changgang quickly came to Wang Zijun and said: "Wang, due to financial constraints, the town has not invested enough in the school. I want to review it with you!"

"Dong, I know everything you want to say. Let's talk about it later." Wang Zijun waved his hand towards Dong Changgang, indicating that he didn't need to express his position anymore.

It was getting dark, so it was impossible to leave Baijiazhai. Although Wang Zijun repeatedly said that guests could do whatever they wanted and just have a simple meal, the village elder of Baijiazhai, Zhao, still asked his wife to take the money box from home.

I took out 20 yuan from my pocket, went to the only agency in the village, bought two narrow strips of pork belly, and killed an old hen that was laying eggs.

Wang Zijun and the others were sitting in the courtyard of the village elder Zhao's house. Lao Zhao's wife was cooking in front of a big pot in the courtyard. It had been a long time since she had gone so deep into the grassroots. Wang Zijun looked at Lao Zhao with interest.

The family is busy working in front of the stove.

It seemed that the piece of meat that Lao Zhao's family just bought was with the skin on. Lao Zhao's family quickly cut it into long and even strips, added peppercorns, garlic cloves and green onions, and boiled it with white water. She didn't

The first reason is to save some soybean oil, and the second reason is that there is fat in the meat. After simmering it over slow fire, the fat particles will naturally come out.

When the oil stars came out, one by one appeared on the surface of the soup. When more and more oil stars gathered, and the soup surface looked like a starry sky, the old Zhao family fished out a few sauerkraut from their own pickle jar and cut them into pieces.

Shredded meat and thrown into the pot. The beautiful meat strips and dark pickled cabbage began a non-stop kissing session under the instigation of the fire.

The aroma of meat wafted out, and the soup gradually became thicker. At this time, the old Zhao family took out a bunch of white beard-like vermicelli from the stove and sprinkled it in. Watching it turn from stiff to soft, completely transparent,

When the soup was illuminated like a ray of light, I happily took the soup pot off the stove.

The meat slices, sauerkraut and vermicelli soup here has just been prepared, and the chicken stewed with mountain mushrooms in a small temporary pot set up over there is also steaming, and the aroma is fragrant, and the faces of Lao Zhao and Lao Zhao's family

I was very relieved, just like a person who had been shrouded in rain for many days suddenly saw the sun, with a long-lost smile on his face.

Several people gathered around the pot and ate one bowl after another happily. What they were holding in their hands was the Zaohua bun steamed by Lao Zhao. It can be said that this pork slices, pickled cabbage and vermicelli soup made by Lao Zhao is...

Wang Zijun has never had anything like this in any luxuriously decorated hotel.

Because the atmosphere of the meal was very good, Lu Heliang, Dong Changgang and others no longer felt anxious before inviting Wang Zijun to dinner. Wang Zijun smiled lightly at Old Zhao and asked directly: "Village Chief Zhao, do you have wine? If

If you have any wine, call it to Teacher Yan and let’s have a drink.”

"There is wine, there is wine!" Lao Zhao did not expect that this young leader from the province would be so easy-going and would ask for wine. He quickly agreed: "But there is no good wine, it is all home-brewed."

of grain and wine.”

"Grain wine is good, the taste is mellow and delicious!" Wang Zijun waved his hand and said with a smile.

Dong Changgang didn't expect that Wang, who never drank alcohol when eating in the countryside, would actually ask for a drink in this poor mountain village. Although he didn't come to Baijiazhai many times, what exactly did Baijiazhai produce?

But he also knew in his heart that the wine was a bit bitter when he drank it, and he regretted why he didn't bring two bottles of wine with him when he came.

However, as Wang Zijun drank a glass of wine naturally, Dong Changgang's heart immediately relaxed. In addition to the fragrant stew, the dishes on the table were stewed with chicken and mountain mushrooms in a thick porcelain casserole.

Pots of pork slices, pickled cabbage and vermicelli soup, as well as home-cooked dishes such as boiled peanuts, fried eggs with leeks and other dishes prepared in a hurry by Lao Zhao's wife.

What made Dong Changgang even more gratified was that during the meal, Wang Zijun almost didn't ask about work at the rural level. Although he was not idle, he only talked about casual gossip.

Facing Wang Zijun, at first, Lao Zhao and Teacher Na Yan were a little bit reluctant to let go, but after drinking a third of a large glass of old wine, the two of them gradually relaxed. The reason why they were able to relax was that

It was because of Wang Zijun's casual treatment, and secondly, because after a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

During the conversation with Wang Zijun, Lao Zhao also discovered that the young king did not know anything. On the contrary, he was as enlightened as an out-and-out farmer about many situations in the village.

"Wang, let me toast you. If Dong hadn't said that you are a big leader from above, I would have thought that you were a Baocun cadre sent to us by the town." Old Zhao raised his glass and toasted to Wang Zijun.

He took a drink and said with a smile.

Dong Changgang frowned and quickly looked towards Wang Zijun, only to see that Wang Zijun also picked up a cup and touched it with Lao Zhao, without looking angry at all.

Although the grain wine in Baijiazhai didn't taste good, the alcohol content was not high. Wang Zijun drank a few glasses, but his mind was still clear. After Lao Zhao sat down, Wang Zijun chuckled and said: "Although I don't

I have stayed in our hometown, but I have also worked in other places for two years. I have never eaten pork, and have I seen pigs running away?"

While speaking, he picked up the wine glass and glanced at Teacher Yan and said: "Teacher Yan, I heard that Lao Zhao said that you have been teaching in the school in our village for nearly twenty years. I won't say anything. Come on, let's get a drink!

"

Teacher Yan is obviously not a talkative person. After coming to this occasion, he rarely spoke. However, looking at the wine glass brought by Wang Zijun, Teacher Yan's eyes were still shining. At this time, he already knew from the conversation

Knowing Wang Zijun's identity, the deputy in charge of the work of the Youth League Provincial Committee is a leading cadre at about the same level as the deputy mayor. But now, not only does he not put on any official airs, but he also toasts to himself in such a touching manner.

"Thank you, Wang." After suppressing the excitement in his heart, Teacher Yan picked up the wine glass and drank it.

After Lao Zhao picked up the wine glasses and filled them for Wang Zijun and Teacher Yan, he, already somewhat relaxed, said with emotion: "Wang, Dong, don't think that I, Lao Zhao, speak in a way that some of my own people praise my own people. To be honest, in the

Among these hundreds of villages, the one I admire the most is Teacher Yan, and the one I am most grateful for is Teacher Yan. If it weren’t for Teacher Yan, not to mention these students now, even those kids in the past would not have a place to go to school!”

"Old Zhao, why are you saying this in front of the king?" Teacher Yan waved his hand towards Old Zhao, trying to stop him from continuing.

"Teacher Yan, don't stop me. I just want to say what's on my mind. Wang, do you mind listening to me?" Lao Zhao looked at Wang Zijun a little shaky and said: "Wang

, you don’t mind me saying this, do you?”

Wang Zijun looked at Lao Zhao, who was obviously a little drunk, and smiled softly: "Here, you are the landlord, why would I mind? Besides, I also like to hear it."

"Look, Wang doesn't mind. Why are you stopping me, Teacher Yan? I've actually wanted to tell you these things for a long time, but I haven't found them yet. Today, while Wang is here, I must tell you what's in my heart."

Mr. Yan, we young and old men from Baijiazhai,

I all remember your great kindness. Since you came to our village, you have been kind to the children with all your heart. A few years ago, you had the opportunity to be transferred away, but you blamed me for looking for you and taking you away.

You stayed, why didn’t you just walk away cruelly?"

"If you had left, you would have been in the city by now, and maybe you would have lived in a building. If you had left, you wouldn't have let the rocks from the mudslide break your tui in order to save those three children.

…”

When talking about the latter part, Lao Zhao started to sob a bit, but no one here laughed at him. Seeing this man in his forties acting like this, Wang Zijun felt more emotional in his heart.

.

However, when Teacher Yan persuaded Old Zhao, Wang Zijun's eyes narrowed slightly. What he looked at was no longer Old Zhao, but Dong Changgang, who was sitting not far away from Old Zhao.

Dong Changgang was a little restless at this time, and Wang Zijun's gaze made his forehead break into cold sweat. Although Wang Zijun didn't say anything, he already understood that Wang Zijun should have had feelings about that matter.

doubted.

"Wang, I..." Dong Changgang wanted to speak and explain, but after calling Wang Zijun, he suddenly realized that he had nothing to say to Wang Zijun.

Wang Zijun waved his hand and did not let Dong Changgang continue. This was enough. The suspicion in his heart had been confirmed at this time.

Lu Heliang looked at Wang Zijun's serious expression and was a little at a loss. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that Wang was unhappy now!

"Wang, I, Mr. Zhao, don't like to ask for help, but I still want to ask you, can you make Teacher Yan a regular teacher? He has been a substitute teacher for too long..."

Wang Zijun did not nod or express his position. He just asked people to help Lao Zhao to rest. As Lao Zhao left, the pleasant atmosphere just now suddenly became depressing.

Old Zhao left drunkenly, and the dinner and wine in the farmyard ended in a hurry with the pot of noodle soup brought by Old Zhao's woman. Although the villagers' residence was tense, Dong Changgang was there.

Here, Lao Zhao naturally put great effort into arranging it.
To be continued...