The mayor led us to a fortune

Chapter 6 Resolving Disputes
When Qiao Xin came to the village, she heard the siren of the police car of the police station coming from behind, and she immediately asked the driver to stop and stop the police car.

"Don't go in yet, wait until I go in to see if I can get through their ideological work." Qiao Xin said to the police.

I don't know who called the police. She has never advocated that government cadres call the police at every turn. She hopes to convince the people through education and communication.

So when this kind of civil dispute occurs, she will usually go to the scene in person, unless she is not there.

When she came to the construction site, she saw a group of villagers standing on both sides of the road, pointing at each other and scolding each other. A grandmother in her 70s was sitting on the edge of her field and crying loudly.

"It's evil! Want to build roads? Unless you step over my corpse, my field is only so much. If more than half of it is cut off, what will I eat in the future?"

As he spoke, he lay down straight, which made the government cadres who were doing ideological work on the side extremely helpless.

Qiao Xin walked over and helped Grandma sit up: "Grandma, don't get excited, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer to this matter."

As she spoke, she stood up and said loudly to the villagers present: "This paddy field is the most precious cultivated land in Jiangcheng Township and even D County. The sun is abundant here, the soil is good, and the rice grown here is very delicious. Needless to say, you, I I can’t bear to waste a penny, but if I don’t build roads, I can’t use machinery to farm, and I can’t build water conservancy...”

"I know, as long as your government pays us back, we are willing to repair it for you." Grandma interrupted Qiao Xin.

Qiao Xin continued with a serious face: "The state grants us farmers tax exemptions, grants subsidies for farm tools, and allocates special funds for us to build field roads and water conservancy channels, and put our rural construction in the first place. We should be grateful and content, not push ourselves..."

"Mayor, we are grateful to the country and the government. We shouldn't ask the government for money, but our fields on the side of the road were cut down to make roadbeds. We are at a loss. Those farmers who are not close to the road should compensate us." a villager said loudly.

"Why do you want us to compensate? Your fields are on the side of the road, so what does it matter to us?"

"If you don't compensate, you won't be repaired. Why do we lose and you benefit?"

"Without road construction, how can tractors and front and rear harrows get in and cultivate?"

"I don't care, if I don't give compensation, no one will touch my field."

Immediately, a group of villagers got into a fight with excitement.

Several staff members went over and couldn't pull it.

Qiao Xin saw an iron bucket in Grandma's hand, and quickly said, "Grandma, lend me your iron bucket."

Qiao Xin slammed on the iron bucket and shouted loudly: "Stop! Stop it!"

All of the villagers who were wrestling into a ball fell silent.

"No one of you is allowed to interrupt. Listen to me first. Before the road was built, I asked the village director and the head of the village to count the area of ​​farmland occupied by each household. One square meter of farmland was exchanged for one mu of barren hills. , The barren hill behind the village was originally shared by the collective, but now it is used as compensation to distribute to farmers whose farmland has been occupied.”

"Don't do it, I won't do it even if I'm killed. There is no comparison between barren hills and farmland. Who would want those barren hills full of graves and overgrown with weeds?" Grandma shouted loudly.

Other villagers also protested.

Qiao Xin reprimanded loudly: "Why can't you just listen to me calmly? Building roads is a good thing for the benefit of future generations. Why not do it by sacrificing a little farmland? And I’ve already read the statistical data, the most is from my grandma’s house, five square meters, just one and a half centimeters, can be exchanged for five acres of barren hills, opened up barren hills to grow sugar cane, and the annual output is at least ten tons, not only not a loss And make money."

Everyone was silent. I didn't expect the beautiful mayor to know the situation of their village so well, and everything she said was reasonable. What reason do they have to keep fighting?

(End of this chapter)