Dongquan Farm Management Office!
In a simple conference room, several soldiers were gathering together for a meeting with frowning faces.
From the dull atmosphere in the room and the smoky air, you can tell that everyone is in a bad mood.
"Snapped!"
Anping, the guard captain, slapped the wooden table in front of him and said angrily: "Damn it, what do those people in the county think? Do they really want to starve these intellectuals to death?"
Zhang Hanwu, director of the management office, took two puffs of dry cigarettes and said: "There is nothing you can do. This year there is a severe drought in the county. The affected area exceeds 14 township communes. More than 80,000 people are facing food and water shortages. County leaders Even if you want to take care of us, you are really powerless!"
"Hmph, I think they are just shirking responsibility! When disaster strikes, disaster relief is the key, either to report to the relevant departments at the provincial or municipal levels or to save themselves. We can't just ignore it like this!" Anping said solemnly.
Zhang Hanwu also fell silent!
Since the drought at Dongquan Farm became more serious, he went to the county several times to seek help.
After all, he couldn't just watch hundreds of people here waiting to die. If someone really starved to death, he, the farm director, would be the first person responsible.
Now that no one has died, people may not take it seriously.
If someone is really dead, those officials may not be the first to sacrifice him to the people's anger!
Therefore, since the disaster occurred, he and Anping and others have been the most active in helping those on the farm tide over the difficulties.
Whether it was organizing soldiers to deliver water to the villagers or inviting technicians from the county to dig wells in the village, they tried their best.
But instead of solving the problem, the drought is getting worse.
In desperation, he could only go to the county in person today and report the relevant situation to the leaders above, hoping to get some food for those intellectuals.
Otherwise, he was worried that those people would not be able to survive the autumn given their physical condition.
However, what he didn't expect was that the people in the county believed that it was not yet time to need relief, so they decisively rejected Zhang Hanwu's request.
In the words of those leaders, we need to be on relief even before winter. How long will it take?
Moreover, your Dongquan farm is not the only one suffering from the disaster now. There are hundreds of brigades and farms in more than a dozen township communes in the county, and none of them are the same.
Everyone is tightening their belts, so why should they do special relief?
Well, instead of asking for food, Zhang Hanwu was severely beaten!
In desperation, Zhang Hanwu could only find the Armed Forces Department again.
As it turned out, the situation at the Ministry of Armed Forces was similar, although they managed to get 300 kilograms of cornmeal from the Ministry of Armed Forces.
But considering that there are 240 or 50 people in the entire farm, 300 kilograms of grain is distributed to each person, which is just over a kilogram, not even a drop in the bucket.
This requires a personal relationship, which made him speechless!
"I won't say whether the county is shirking responsibility, but how to solve the current problem is the most important thing!"
Then Zhang Hanwu continued: "Li Wenhe from the second group came again this morning. Lao Xu from their group is about to die. If we don't get him some food, he might..."
Zhang Hanwu stopped here. He really didn't want to mention the word "death".
Since I came here as the director of this farm, they don’t know how many people have died here every year, including those who died of illness, starvation, and those who couldn’t bear the psychological gap and committed suicide. The ups and downs of graves almost occupied the western slope. full.
It can be said that the remaining two hundred or so people survived the waves.
The current situation has finally stabilized. Zhang Hanwu really doesn't want them to be defeated by the drought!
"Old Zhang, we really can't let the animals have an accident!" Anping said.
Hearing this, everyone fell silent!
The so-called causing accidents to livestock is actually killing large animals to eat meat. However, since large animals are now the property of large collectives and are registered with them, they are absolutely not allowed to be slaughtered privately.
Moreover, large animals are extremely important labor force, sometimes more important than people. How can they be slaughtered casually?
So there is really no other way but to report the accident.
He died of illness, fell off a cliff, or was bitten to death by a wolf, as long as it was an accident!
Zhang Hanwu sighed and said, "This is the only way to go. After all, human life is important!"
They also know that if a large animal dies unexpectedly, they will be held responsible, and may be given a warning, demerit, or even dismissed.
But now they have no choice. One side has human lives, and the other side has the lives of animals. If they can take care of one end, they can't take care of the other.
How to choose? The answer is actually very clear!
Just when everyone was silent, suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door!
"Come in!" Zhang Hanwu said in a deep voice.
At this time, the door of the conference room was opened, and a young soldier came in and said, "Report, Professor Zhou from the first group is here with his son!"
"Why are they coming here so late?" Zhang Hanwu said with a frown.
"They didn't say this, but they were holding half a pig's head!" said the little soldier.
"Half a pig's head?"
"Um!"
Zhang Hanwu thought of the half-baked pig head he saw yesterday, swallowed his saliva subconsciously, then looked at Anping and said, "I don't think we can reach a conclusion for the time being. If not, let's just leave it like this!"
"Well! Let's give out the cornmeal we asked for first. Those people in the village haven't tasted food for a week!" Anping said.
"Tomorrow, let them save some money, food is getting harder and harder to get!" Zhang Hanwu said.
"Um!"
After the meeting, Zhang Hanwu and Anping went to the front hall of the management office, and sure enough they saw the Zhou family and his son standing outside the hall.
Zhou Yawen saw Zhang Hanwu and others early, and immediately came over to say hello: "Director Zhang, Captain An!"
Zhang Hanwu immediately said: "Professor Zhou, is there something urgent for you to come over this late at night?"
Zhou Yawen smiled and said: "Two things, one is to send you this half-pig head, and the other is that my son wants to talk to you about the farm!"
With that said, Zhou Yawen handed the pig head to Zhang Hanwu's hand.
After all, Zhang Hanwu was born in the military, and it was their tradition not to take advantage of the masses. He immediately declined: "Professor Zhou, this is impossible, it's too expensive!"
"Without your help, we people would have been doomed long ago. Compared with this, what is this half-hearted pig's head?" Zhou Yawen said with emotion.
"These are what we should do..."
At this time, before Director Zhang could finish speaking, Zhou Yang said: "Director Zhang, this is my dad's idea. You can accept it and replenish the bodies of the soldiers. They have been working too hard during this time! "
"this..."
"It's okay. Besides, I want to talk to you about the lack of water on the farm!" Zhou Yang said again.
"Okay, let's go inside and talk!"
Then, Zhang Hanwu turned around and led Zhou Yang and others into the farm management office!
PS: Chapter 3 is delivered!
