Chen Shaoping almost didn't rest all night. After washing his face with cold water, he went out to work.
In the early morning in the small county town, there are no private buses and no hurried commuters.
Everyone walked leisurely, neither slow nor hasty. Anyway, the activity circle was only within a three-kilometer radius.
Familiar license plate numbers can be seen everywhere on the street. From time to time, someone will park their car on the side of the road and greet Chen Shaoping warmly.
Chen Shaoping held his briefcase and walked slowly and unhurriedly to the door of the county government without rushing in. Instead, he turned to Jiqing Street on one side and prepared to eat a bowl of steaming rice noodles at the local chicken rice noodle shop owned by Guan Qingmei.
When he arrived at the door of the Chicken Rice Noodles, Chen Shaoping discovered that the business in Guan Qingmei's shop was booming. Not only were the seats full, but there were also people queuing up to take away the food.
The store is steaming with steam, and the sound of eating rice noodles can be heard one after another. The oil tea simmering on the coal stove at the entrance of the store is steaming, and the fragrance can be smelled from far away.
There were old people, children, men, and women. Everyone had different expressions, and they were extremely focused on eating... Coupled with the steaming heat, there was a strong atmosphere of human fireworks.
There were too many people, so Chen Shaoping was ready to leave.
"County Magistrate Chen, are you coming over for breakfast?" A middle-aged man wearing a black jacket, a three-part hairstyle, and glasses stood up and greeted Chen Shaoping enthusiastically.
Chen Shaoping had no impression of this person, but when someone greeted him, he politely replied: "Yes! However, the time seems not right!"
The man quickly walked up and said to Chen Shaoping, "County Magistrate Chen, sit here with me..."
Upon hearing this, Chen Shaoping shook his head quickly, "No, no, no... I'll go back to the cafeteria to eat! Thank you!"
"County Magistrate Chen, what are you doing to be polite to me? Come on, come on!" The man stretched out his hand and pulled Chen Shaoping inside.
When the originally crowded shop heard that the "county magistrate" was coming, they all gave way to their seats.
The middle-aged man who pulled Chen Shaoping inside was waiting at a table with three people. When the three people saw Chen Shaoping coming, they also left the table and stood aside.
The crowded shop immediately made room for Chen Shaoping.
"County Magistrate Chen, what do you want to eat? I'll get it for you!" the middle-aged man asked quickly.
"County Magistrate Chen, are you still the same?" Guan Qingmei immediately asked enthusiastically inside.
Chen Shaoping nodded sheepishly, and Guan Qingmei stepped in for Chen Shaoping. She handed over a bowl of cooked rice noodles, added eggs, and chicken legs. The middle-aged man immediately brought it over carefully with both hands, respectfully. Place it respectfully in front of Chen Shaoping.
"County Magistrate Chen, do you want to drink the camellia? I'll scoop it up!" After saying that, the middle-aged man went to serve the camellia again.
Everyone around looked at Chen Shaoping with respectful expressions on their faces, and no one dared to sit at the same table with Chen Shaoping and eat rice noodles.
People in line were still queuing, and no one seemed to have any objections to Guan Qingmei jumping in line for "County Magistrate Chen."
The middle-aged man brought a bowl of warm oil tea in front of Chen Shaoping and said respectfully: "County Chief Chen, please use it slowly!"
At this moment, this middle-aged man seemed to have become the most enthusiastic waiter at Guan Qingmei Local Chicken Rice Noodle Shop.
Chen Shaoping felt a little embarrassed. After all, they were so enthusiastic, but he didn't even know who they were.
"You should sit down too!" Chen Shaoping pointed to the seat next to him, and then the man sat down next to Chen Shaoping respectfully.
"I remember you work in the county government?" Chen Shaoping asked tentatively.
An incredible look appeared on the man's face immediately, and he said excitedly: "County Magistrate Chen, you actually remember me? I am Ma Xiaohe from the Propaganda Section of the Propaganda Department of the County Party Committee. When you inspected Daping Town last time, I was there the whole time. here I am!"
When Chen Shaoping heard this, he followed what he said, "Yes, Ma Xiaohe, I remember you! That time I went to Daping Town, I went there at nine in the morning and came back at seven or eight in the evening!"
Ma Xiaohe became extremely excited and pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose with his hand, "County Magistrate Chen, I didn't expect that you would still remember me despite your busy schedule... I'm really touched...!"
Chen Shaoping smiled and said: "You should eat quickly, otherwise you will be late!"
Ma Xiaohe nodded quickly, and then trotted over to get his own rice noodles. When he did, he didn't dare to sit at the same table with Chen Shaoping to eat, so he just stood aside.
He ate very fast, rushing to finish it before Chen Shaoping, and he had no idea what the bowl of rice noodles tasted like.
After eating, he immediately went to pay, then stood quietly waiting for Chen Shaoping to finish eating, and then walked out with Chen Shaoping.
Like a full-time secretary, Ma Xiaohe followed Chen Shaoping about half a step behind, bending slightly.
After all, it was Ma Xiaohe who invited Chen Shaoping to eat rice noodles. Chen Shaoping felt a little regretful, so he deliberately chatted with Ma Xiaohe.
During the chat, Chen Shaoping learned that Ma Xiaohe was from Chengguan Town, but he was not in the city, but in a village about four kilometers away from the city. He had been working in the Propaganda Department for more than eight years.
The two walked slowly to the door of the county government office, and happened to meet Zhang Jiafu, deputy director of the county party committee's propaganda department, also walking into the county government with a briefcase.
"County Magistrate Chen, good morning!" Zhang Jiafu, deputy director of the County Party Committee Propaganda Department, came up to greet Chen Shaoping with a smile on his face.
Chen Shaoping smiled and nodded: "Hello, Minister Zhang!"
About seven or eight meters into the county government, Chen Shaoping walked towards the government office building, while Zhang Jiafu and Ma Xiaohe walked towards the county party committee propaganda department office.
"Xiao Ma, do you know County Magistrate Chen?" Zhang Jiafu, deputy director of the Propaganda Department, asked seemingly unintentionally.
"We know him, and he's some relative!" Ma Xiaohe replied immediately.
Zhang Jiafu, deputy director of the Propaganda Department, looked at Ma Xiaohe and nodded. Before entering the office, he told Ma Xiaohe: "From now on, you will be responsible for County Magistrate Chen's work!"
Ma Xiaohe nodded immediately and said excitedly: "Okay! Minister Zhang!"
In this way, Chen Shaoping unknowingly had a relative named Ma in the County Party Committee Propaganda Department.
Ma Xiaohe is also good at digging. He has already guessed that Guan Qingmei, the proprietress of the local chicken rice noodle shop on Jiqing Road, and Chen Shaoping have an unusual relationship.
So, Ma Xiaohe came to the local chicken rice noodle shop whenever he had time, and got closer to Guan Qingmei and his wife by giving various gifts and treats. Then, through Guan Qingmei, he successfully arranged to have a meal with Chen Shaoping, and he officially met the deputy county magistrate. This line of Chen Shaoping.
As for the poverty alleviation task, there was indeed a lot of publicity work to be done, which required the cooperation of the county party committee's Propaganda Department. Chen Shaoping directly transferred Ma Xiaohe to the county government's Poverty Alleviation Office to be responsible for publicity work.
Although he is still a clerk, Ma Xiaohe can already see that his promotion path is full of light.
