Shiwan Village had a coal mining enterprise, so it naturally did not need to be economically controlled like other villages. There were five village-run coal mines and one large-scale coal mine in the village. Every year, they would get some money from the coal mine, which was enough for the daily operation of the village government. But when he heard Gao Dakuan say that there was a big hole in the village, he could not help but feel a headache.
In this day and age, the higher-ups had special funds for special purposes. If they wanted to get some benefits for the workers, they had to rely on their personal connections to ask for money. For example, if you had a good relationship with the leader of a certain unit, you could be given a portion of the funds within the scope of the policy. If you had a good relationship with a certain coal boss, you could be given a few hundred thousand yuan to support your work.
At present, Shiwan Village had five million yuan transferred by Ding Changhua for the immigration project. But now that the project had been put on hold, Lu Yiwei was not sure whether he should keep the money or hand it over to the government. But he wanted to fight for it and use the money to do something practical for the people.
His thoughts drifted back to Yang Derong's conversation in the morning. Lu Yiwei really could not understand the hidden conspiracy behind Yang Derong's speech. Asking him to be in charge of security, how could he be willing to hand over the most important part of the government? It was simply a fantasy. But he could not guess his intentions at the moment, so he could only take it one step at a time.
Just then, someone knocked on the door. Lu Yiwei adjusted his sitting posture and said in a serious, deep, and loud voice, "Come in!"
Lu Yiwei had never been a leader before, and suddenly became the head of a unit without a transition period. The change of roles was so fast that he had no time to get used to it and threw himself into work, which was somewhat hasty.
Lu Yiwei had never studied administration, so he did not know what rules a leader should abide by. But after serving two leaders, he had been influenced by what he saw and heard, so he more or less had a superficial understanding of it. So he deliberately imitated Zhang Zhiyuan's words and actions. Although it was a little imitative, it was very convincing.
Deputy Village Chief Fan Chunfang walked in in her high heels, walked to the desk and said, "Standing Committee Lu, I have something to report to you."
Lu Yiwei crossed his fingers and looked at the handsome Fan Chunfang, nodded slightly and said, "Sit down and talk."
It was said that women in villages could not stand loneliness, but there were exceptions. Fan Chunfang was an example. Fan Chunfang was in his twenties. He was a student selected by the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee and was working at the grassroots level for training. As a city dweller, she was somewhat aloof and aloof. No matter how the officials teased her, she always put on a cold face and ignored them. Sometimes, there were male colleagues who knocked on her door in the middle of the night. They all scrupulously abided by the bottom line of morality and women's chastity.
Lu Yiwei was more interested in two types of women. One was a bold and romantic beautiful woman, and the other was a cold and aloof refined woman. These two types of women seemed to be polar opposites, but in Lu Yiwei's eyes, there was something in common.
Fan Chunfang was like a wintersweet in winter. Her cold face hid a dazzling blush in her heart. She was not narcissistic, but she longed to be recognized and appreciated by others. If it was a man who appreciated her who knocked on her door in the middle of the night, his sincerity would be able to move metal and stone.
Lu Yiwei had a good impression of her, but it did not mean that he liked her. He had a bottom line as a person, and he also had the way of an official, which was to never let others get hold of his weakness in matters between men and women.
After Fan Chunfang sat down, she said, "Standing Committee Lu, the matter of Shiwan Village Secondary School cannot be delayed any longer. The principal has looked for me countless times, requesting to rebuild the school, but the successive leaders did not take it seriously and found all kinds of excuses to evade. Although the snowstorm last year did not destroy the school, it was really uninhabitable. This time, no matter what, we have to solve it. "
After Lu Yiwei came to Shiwan Village, he focused on the immigration project and left everything else to Song Yong. He basically did not ask about it. Now that he had time, he frowned and asked, "Didn't you report this to Mr. Song?"
"I did. Mr. Song said that this year's key project is the immigration project, so he has to take care of the school. We'll talk about it later." Fan Chunfang said helplessly, "Standing Committee Lu, I have a high political awareness and know the priorities of work, but the child's matter is a big matter. If we don't take care of it, it is very likely that someone will die."
Hearing this, Lu Yiwei's face turned gloomy. How could Song Yong be like this, not reporting such an important matter to him? Even if no one died, if something really happened, it would be too late for regrets. Thinking back, this matter could not be completely blamed on Song Yong. After all, he had just become the village head and did not have much work experience, so it was understandable.
Education in Nanyang County had never been valued. In terms of school conditions and teaching quality, it was a world of difference from Maping County. Every year in Maping County, there would be students admitted to Tsinghua University, but Nanyang County had never had a single student since its establishment. It was said that no matter how poor one was, one should not be poor in education, and no matter how hard it was, one should not let the children suffer. However, the successive leaders of Nanyang County had their eyes on the coal, and had no time to care about the century-long plan. Even Zhang Zhiyuan, who came from a famous university, was not interested in education.
Why? There was a strong sense of personal and utilitarian in this. In the era where development was the priority and the economy was used to measure political achievements, the leaders' eyes were all fixed on the coal resources that could be dug out and turned into money. The effect was immediate, and the GDP could be doubled that year. As for education? It took a long time to invest, and the return was small. If education was to be focused on, there must be a high-quality source of students and excellent teachers, but Nanyang County did not have either.
It must be known that high-quality students had to be grasped from the foundation, and be sent up step by step. Only by maintaining a higher standard could it be possible to tap into their potential. If the foundation was not solid, no matter how good the teacher was, it would not help. And excellent teachers were hard to come by. Who would be willing to be a teacher in such a poor place? There was no way to retain talents, especially at the grassroots level. Most of the teachers were taught by private teachers, and the quality of teaching was imaginable. Even if they had both, who could guarantee that they would become famous in one battle?
With such demanding education, the successive leaders had no choice but to give up. They did not expect to achieve great results, as long as they were not last in the city. With such a concept of development, it would be a wonder if education could be done well!
Lu Yiwei had a deep understanding of this. When he was studying for university, there were two undergraduate universities in one class, and one of them was him. As for the others, most of them gave up their studies and chose to go out to work. Only a small number of students chose to repeat their studies or go to a college. How could such a poor quality of teaching cultivate outstanding talents?
For the immigration project, Lu Yiwei had already considered building a middle school in the district, but the project had fallen through. This matter had to be considered at length.
From Fan Chunfang's words and gaze, Lu Yiwei could tell the seriousness of the matter. He looked at his watch and got up, "Let's go, I'll go to the school now."
Hearing that Lu Yiwei was taking this seriously, Fan Chunfang showed a rare smile and immediately got up to follow him out the door.
When Lu Yiwei was about to reach the staircase, he turned back and knocked on Song Yong's door. After a while, Song Yong opened the door in a daze. Seeing him like this, Lu Yiwei did not say anything, but said, "Are you busy now? If not, come with me to the school. "
Downstairs, Song Yong wanted to drive, but Lu Yiwei waved his hand, "It's just a few steps away, let's walk!"
Shiwan Township Government House was located in Shiwan Village. It was built along a narrow river valley, and there was only one road connecting the village. From the east to the west of the village, it was only about one kilometer, but the village was home to more than 3,000 people. It was considered a large village in Nanyang County.
The township government house was located in the center of Shiwan Village, and Shiwan Village Middle School was located in the west of the village. Lu Yiwei and his party arrived after walking for more than ten minutes. Along the way, the crowd surrounded Lu Yiwei as if they were visiting a zoo. Some children even followed behind him, wanting to see what this parent official, whom they usually did not even get to see, looked like.
The crowd was in awe of the leader, and even afraid. This distance was not formed invisibly, but was created by the leader. Why was he called a leader? A leader should be different from the crowd, be it from their words and actions, or their image and temperament. People should be able to recognize the leader at a glance. Obviously, this went against the tenets of the party, but the idea of being an official had always been an irremovable remnant of feudalism among officials.
Lu Yiwei had received higher education, and his ambition was to become a good official. However, ever since he stepped into this big vat of dye, he had imperceptibly developed the aura of an official. He tried his best to change himself, but the climate of the environment did not change, and his efforts alone were insignificant.
The main entrance of Shiwan Village Middle School was a traditional doorway. The peeling walls on both sides still retained the memories of the times, and the words "Down with the local tyrants and evil gentry" could still be seen on the exposed scarlet background. The words "Shiwan Village Middle School" hung on the main entrance had become blurred by the wind and rain, while the words "Founded in 1958" carved in stone on the top of the main entrance were still clearly visible after the passage of time. It recorded the collision of time and history, the growth rings, and the grandeur of glory, but gradually faded away in the tide of the times.
Shiwan Village Middle School used to be the best middle school in Nanyang County. When the college entrance examination had just been reinstated, it had enrolled 12 university students that year, causing a sensation in the entire Beizhou City. It had even been published in the Xijiang Daily, and even the secretary of the Provincial Party Committee had praised it. It was obvious how glorious the glory it had once been. This number was not worth mentioning now, but back then, it was already a historic breakthrough.
As time passed, the group of old teachers who had once created glory had already retired, and the once excellent source of students had also become eager for quick success and instant benefits following the development of the coal mine. The people believed that studying was not the only way out, and that earning money was the way to go. Therefore, the whole family, old and young, threw themselves into the coal mine in an attempt to change their fate. The glory of the past was no more, and all that was left were dilapidated old houses filled with the vicissitudes of time.
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