"The senior official in our village is back. He wet his pants last time and hasn't washed them yet. He's causing trouble for your father and me again."
Zhang Laizi threw the chair legs to the ground, sat directly on the table where the village committee was meeting, and stared at him with a joking look on his face: "You only care about food but not fights."
Zhou Yunfeng smiled faintly, walked to his office, took out the broken enamel tea jar from the cabinet below, filled a cup and drank it, letting out a comfortable breath.
Filled another glass, turned around and leaned against the table, staring at Zhang Laizi while drinking water.
"Zhang Laizi, keep smashing. Come on, smash my desk here, and the loudspeaker and microphone of the village committee. Just smash it."
Zhang Laizi was stunned.
Something is wrong!
According to Zhou Yunfeng's normal urine behavior, when he came in and saw him smashing things, he should be so nervous that he couldn't speak clearly. He pulled out the "Civil Law", "Criminal Law", and "Public Security Management Punishment Regulations" for him, and gave him a baseless legal education. Education is the right thing.
This made Zhang Laizi feel a little scared.
The expected hectic scene did not occur. The village committee was surprisingly quiet inside and outside, and the villagers watching the excitement felt a sense of disparity in their hearts.
With so many pairs of eyes staring at him, Zhang Zizi felt that his authority was being challenged. More importantly, this was a "task" given to him by his uncle Li Dingwang, and he agreed to it with a pat on his chest.
Zhang Zizi jumped down from the conference table and limped to Zhou Yunfeng. He was short in stature and had a disabled leg. He was one head shorter than Zhou Yunfeng. The scene was a bit funny.
With a clang, Zhang Laizi used his useless leg to kick Zhou Yunfeng's desk far away, causing the wooden board to shatter on the ground.
"Hey, lame brother is awesome..."
"You are so domineering, how dare your grandson who knocked on the door to breathe freely in the village."
Several unemployed young people who usually hang out with Zhang Laizi set fire to the door.
Zhou Yunfeng calmly picked up the teapot and drank water: "Zhang Laizi, what are you causing trouble tonight?"
Zhang Laizi made an independent posture like a golden rooster and patted his useless leg hard.
"Which one comes out? All poor households in your fucking village can receive subsistence allowances, why can't I?"
"You also know that the policy stipulates that poor households are poor. What kind of poor household do you, Zhang Zizi, consider? You have three imported motorcycles parked in your yard. Your wife also runs the small shop in the village. Do you deserve to receive the subsistence allowance?"
The muscles in the corners of Zhang Laizi's eyes twitched and he glared at Zhou Yunfeng: "The old branch secretary has already signed it, does it have to do with you?"
Zhou Yunfeng's eyes were cold and stern: "The old party secretary is old and has a bad heart. The mad dog barking at the entrance of the village can scare him to death. Aren't you very capable? Let the superiors approve it for you. Anyway, I can't sign here."
"I'll do it..." Zhang Laizi roared with all his strength, veins popping out on his neck.
Zhou Yunfeng sneered, are you in a hurry? The show hasn’t started yet!
He slowly walked to the door and said to the villagers present:
"Folks, our Jiagou Village is a nationally designated poverty alleviation village. There are 239 households in the village, 81 of which are poor households. I don’t need to tell you how good this policy is. You can understand it in your own hearts."
After Zhou Yunfeng finished speaking, all the villagers below also nodded secretly. Although Jiagou Village is a Category IV area, each household can receive 230 yuan per month, which is quite a lot. The problem of firewood, rice, oil and salt has been solved.
Zhang Laizi seemed to have noticed what Zhou Yunfeng wanted to do, and ran over quickly, pointing at Zhou Yunfeng with a red face:
"Zhou Yunfeng, shut up."
Zhou Yunfeng bypassed him and continued to the villagers: "But if the leaders above know that there are black rats in our village who clearly do not meet the conditions of poor households but still receive subsistence allowances, what will be the consequences? All poor households It will be ten or a hundred times more difficult to get the subsistence allowance than it is now."
As soon as this was said, the scene was in an uproar.
Originally, they came to watch the fun, and it was none of their business whether Zhou Yunfeng or Zhang Laizi beat up whom.
But now this matter is related to their own interests, and the direction of the wind is different.
"Zhou Yunfeng, you..."
Before Zhang Laizi could open his mouth, a group of poor households poked Zhang Laizi in the spine and cursed:
"Zhang Laizi, if you dare to take away my subsistence allowance, I will go to your wife's small shop every day to beg for food. I will see how you can still do business."
"Zhang Laizi, you plague-stricken thing, don't do anything evil. Your family is the richest in the village. Do you still have the nerve to get the subsistence allowance?"
"That is, if you continue to harm nature, dig up your ancestral graves."
There is a wild nature in the bones of country people. When it comes to life and death, it doesn't matter whose nephew you are, even if the king of heaven comes, I will fight you desperately.
Zhang Laizi also knew this and was extremely panicked.
He pointed at Zhou Yunfeng and wanted to say harsh words, but the scene was too fierce, so he had to retreat.
"Zhou Yunfeng, I'm not done with you."
