The village committee in Dashantou also has wooden houses, but there are no livestock underneath. The row of wooden houses is divided into three, and the side near the road is divided into a small shop.
When Chen Shaoping walked over, he took a look inside the small shop and was immediately startled: sitting inside was a bald man with a big head, big eyes, and a pale face, looking like an alien ET... He saw Chen Shaoping, Drooling and laughing!
"Inside is Dacai's younger brother..." Wen Shicai pointed his finger and whispered: "It's not normal!"
Chen Shaoping nodded with lingering fear, thinking to himself: "Why are there so many people with abnormal brains in Dashantou Village?"
The village committee in the wooden house was so simple that there was not even a desk, and all the stools that could be sat on were tree stumps.
Inside the wooden house, there are bumpy red soil at the feet. There are ants crossing the road inside. Rat droppings can be seen everywhere. There is also a mouse hole in the corner. The hole is a small puddle of soil left by the mouse... The wooden house is cracked and the corners are knotted. With spider webs...
As far as the eye could see, it was a complete mess.
The village chief of this big mountain is a talented man, but he just looks normal. He can't even remember how many people there are in the village, let alone how much land there is... Let alone talk about economic development, I'm afraid, He doesn't even know what economics is.
Poverty alleviation in such a place is almost despairing...
While they were talking, a limping middle-aged man in tattered clothes walked in. Without even looking at everyone, he shouted directly to the window of the canteen: "Wine!"
"Old Lutou, do you have money?" The alien-like guy sitting in the small shop made a strange voice with a strong sarcasm in it.
The middle-aged man took out four dried corn cobs from his arms and slapped them on the windowsill.
"Okay!" A strange laugh came out quickly, and after a few seconds, a pale hand handed out a bottle of mineral water without a label, and the wine was put in the mineral water bottle.
What shocked Chen Shaoping was that dried corn cobs had become hard currency here. Can they be used to sell wine?
"Director Chen, the low-quality liquor in mineral water bottles here costs two yuan a bottle. Dried corn cobs here are worth fifty cents each. Five mineral water bottles can be exchanged for one dried corn cob!" Wen Shicai showed two buckles. Ya, explained again: "Dried corn cobs are the basic ration here!"
"Do people only eat dried corn on the cob?" Han Hongfang asked curiously.
"There's nothing else here!" Wen Shicai said with a smile to Han Hongfang.
Dashantou Village mainly eats dried corn cobs, which Chen Shaoping has known for a long time.
There was almost no useful information available at the village committee, so Chen Shaoping proposed: go out for a walk.
Coming out of the village committee, walking up the red soil slope, you can see low wooden plank buildings as far as the eye can see. Some of the wooden plank buildings have holes, and you can see the conditions inside.
Chen Shaoping saw someone sleeping inside with straw, no clothes on, no male or female visible, and an empty mineral water bottle beside him.
After passing several wooden buildings in a row, Chen Shaoping found that someone was sleeping inside. Chen Shaoping looked at the time and saw that it was only about three o'clock in the afternoon.
"Are these people still used to taking naps?" Xu Wenhua asked curiously.
Wen Shicai smiled and said: "One dry corn cob and one bottle of wine a day. After eating and drinking, it's time to go to bed..."
Everyone present looked incredulous. Chen Shaoping shook his head helplessly and sighed in his heart:
"Poverty alleviation, poverty alleviation, with such a group of people in a place like this, how can we help the poor?"
After walking out of the village, everything you looked at was desolate. There were protruding stones everywhere. In the gaps between the stones was red earth, as if it had been burned by fire.
The endless rocks, as well as the low thorn bushes that struggled to grow on the rocks, looked extremely desolate. Chen Shaoping inevitably thought of the word "wasteland" in his mind.
"This place is so desolate and not suitable for human habitation at all. Why did the ancestors of this small village choose to live in such a place?"
Chen Shaoping was very confused. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Shaoping started walking down the mountain.
When going down the mountain, Chen Shaoping felt something was wrong, as if a pair of eyes were watching him somewhere.
When leaving Dashantou Village, Chen Shaoping suddenly turned around and saw a man sitting on the big rock at the entrance of the village.
This man was thin and had messy long hair. He seemed to be staring intently at Chen Shaoping and his group.
On the way down the mountain, Chen Shaoping chose to walk instead of riding the donkey because his butt hurt.
Xu Xiaoping also walked with Chen Shaoping, but Han Hongfang and Gao Caifeng still insisted on riding donkeys.
"Director Chen, have you found that there are not many fools in this village?" Xu Xiaoping said with a frown.
Chen Shaoping nodded, and Xu Xiaoping continued: "I counted them along the way. We saw at least six people with cerebral palsy during our simple walk!"
Wen Shicai, who was walking in front, turned around and said, "According to last year's statistics from Cangyang Disabled Persons' Federation staff, there were a total of 17 people with cerebral palsy in Dashantou Village!"
"So many?" Chen Shaoping was surprised.
Wen Shicai smiled and showed two buck teeth, turned around and pointed in the direction of Dashantou Village and said: "Brother and sister have children, I have children with my daughter... How can we not produce so many fools?"
Chen Shaoping and Xu Xiaoping looked at each other with shock on their faces.
"Corn, sweet potatoes, and pumpkins are the products here. Dried corn cobs, boiled in water and then roasted over fire, are enough for a day's meals..." Wen Shicai shook his head and said, "If the current situation continues, this village will probably no longer be able to survive." It will be extinct in a few decades!”
"Secretary Wen, have you ever investigated what the ancestors of this village did? Why did they choose to settle in such a desolate place?" Chen Shaoping asked curiously.
Wen Shicai looked back at Dashantou Village and shook his head: "Who knows, but... he's probably not a good person!"
Chen Shaoping frowned. He felt that Wen Shicai seemed to be hiding something!
After walking for more than two hours down the mountain road, it was completely dark when we drove back to the township government. The cooking staff of the township government had already stewed the chicken.
"Director Chen, tomorrow is the market day here, and I will arrange for someone to punch teeth for everyone as a sacrifice!" Wen Shicai said as he went to take out his jar of heavenly and precious wine.
After Chen Shaoping experienced the power of brewing wine, he didn't want to drink anything tonight.
So Wen Shicai arranged for someone to go to the street and buy two bottles of "hot" liquor. Chen Shaoping drank a bowl of liquor with Wen Shicai and sat down to finish dinner after nine o'clock in the evening.
