Zanthoxylum bungeanum

Chapter 89 Candidate for Village Chief

There are more than a dozen long benches in the village, which are usually placed in Lu Zhengyong's utility room, and when the villagers hold meetings, they take them out and place them in the main room to become a meeting room.

After everyone sat down, Lu Zhengyong called the names and began his long speech.

It is nothing more than thanking everyone for supporting his work this year, continuing to work hard next year, increasing the income of the villagers, and so on.

He talked for half an hour before he stopped, looked at Qian Hao, "Now let the village party secretary speak, and everyone applauds."

Applause sounded, and Qian Hao shook his hand, "Everyone, you are welcome, the village chief has already said what to say, what I want to talk about today is that next year it will be time to elect the village chief, everyone will nominate a name today, and the official election will be held in March next year. Call an election."

Lu Zhengyong was surprised, why didn't he greet himself in advance for such a big event.

Qian Hao took out a stack of notes from the black leather bag he carried with him and distributed them to everyone, "Everyone write the names of the people you want to vote on and give them to me. You don't need to write your names."

Lu Zhengyong's mouth is dumb, it seems that he will not be able to be the village chief next year.

"Lu Zhengyong, take out your pen and write for everyone." After Qian Hao handed out the note, he found that he was in a daze, so he urged him.

Lu Zhengyong had no choice but to take out the ballpoint pen to post. Qian Hao waited for him to post and said to everyone with a smile, "For the sake of fairness and justice, the village chief Lu Zhengyong and I will go outside and come in after you finish writing."

As for the future village chief, Li Yan had already compared several literate people.

Niu San, 48 years old, is a hardworking person, but his personality is too stubborn. To be a village head, he must fight for the welfare of the village, so he has to be more tactful.

Zhao Zhigang, 55 years old, is a hardworking man, just right for his age, but he is a bit impatient and usually speaks without mercy.

Uncle Li Hui, 50 years old, is quick-witted and hardworking. Li Yan is most optimistic about him. When she wanted him to raise chickens, she found out that her cousin, who had been working outside, was three months pregnant. They plan to buy a house in the county in the first spring of next year. They will definitely follow to take care of their grandchildren, so they are not in the scope of consideration.

Zheng Jinshui, 62 years old, has been running outside with the construction team all year round. He has a broad vision. It is more reliable for him to lead the villagers to get rid of poverty and become rich together. It is just that he is too old and I am afraid that he will not be able to keep up.

Li Xiangming, 47 years old, is a good player in the field. It goes without saying that his father is quick-witted, but his ears are soft, greedy and greedy, which is very inappropriate.

There is also a 43-year-old Wang Xiaogao in the village. Although he is literate, he is idle. The crops he grows can only barely support himself and a few chickens. He is the only one in the village who does not raise pigs. Take care, I'm afraid I don't have to eat pork during the Chinese New Year.

After comprehensive consideration, Li Yan wrote Zhao Zhigang's name on the note.

After Li Yan finished writing her name, she walked to Zhao Zhigang's side, and while others were not paying attention, she handed him the note she had written, "Uncle Zhao, I am optimistic about you."

Zhao Zhigang glanced at Li Hui, Niu San and Zheng Jinshui not far away, why didn't she choose one of them, "Swallow, what do you mean?"

"Uncle Zhao, I just want you to know that I support you." Li Yan smiled.

"Swallow, help me write." A villager who could not read came over with a note.

Li Yan quietly asked the person he wanted to recommend and wrote it down for him.

Uncles and uncles in the village who can't read usually ask a few literate people in the village to write for them. Today, Li Yan and Chen Xiaokang are here. It may be a novelty, and they are all around the two children.

Chen Xiaokang helped to pile all the notes on the table in the center of the main room, and went to the yard to call the village cadres in.

After Lu Zhengyong finished writing, Qian Hao put the note in his bag, "I'm leaving first, you can do the rest."

Lu Zhengyong nodded, and when he rode his motorcycle away, he announced weakly, "The meeting is adjourned."

(End of this chapter)