Li Rui noticed her presence out of the corner of his eye and turned his head subconsciously. He laughed after seeing her. It was his precious daughter, Yao Xuefei. He looked at her and then looked at Zhao Chun who was diagonally opposite him. He couldn't help but compare the two girls. In fact, if he really wanted to compare, the two girls' beauty could be said to be on par. Xuefei was slightly better but not by much. The two girls' figures were also slender and beautiful. Even their heights were about the same. It could be said that they were evenly matched. However, one thing that couldn't be avoided was that Xuefei was the leading actress of the city's television station and a well-known beauty host. She was a household name in the city. With such a laurel crown or halo, her overall beauty naturally surpassed Zhao Chun's by a large margin.
On the other side, Song Chaoyang, Fang Qingyun, and the other city and county leaders had finished their meeting. They left the small square and walked along the road into Dawang Village. As they checked the topography and environment on both sides of the road and the buildings along the street, they also learned about the progress of poverty alleviation from the local poverty alleviation office director and the village party secretary.
Dawang Village was also a poor village. There were more than 300 households in the village and more than 1,200 people. Most of them were poor, and there were more than a dozen of them who were extremely poor. In ancient times, the Fairy River flowed into an incomparably wide and huge valley in Dawang Village. After thousands of years, the river in the valley narrowed. Only the 40 to 50 meter wide river in the south (Heyin) passed through the water. As for the huge area in the north (Heyang), due to the siltation of sand and stones carried by the river, it became a sandstone plain that was more than 10 meters high from the river. The villagers of Dawang Village settled on this plain with a radius of three to four miles and a relatively gentle hillside next to it. The road leading to the Fairy Cave scenic spot also passed through the village from the south. It followed the curved river course of the Fairy River all the way up from the west to the north. After passing through Jiupo Town, it finally reached the Fairy Cave scenic spot.
The available arable land in the village was originally very small, and it was all sandstone. It was almost impossible to plant any crops. They could only plant some drought-resistant and barren crops. There was also no harvest throughout the year. Therefore, almost every family in the village lived a difficult life and lived below the poverty line all year round. Those whose family conditions were slightly better could raise some sheep, cows, and other livestock, but they could only barely be self-sufficient and could not use this to escape poverty and become rich. The strong laborers in the village, like most of the young men in the countryside, went to work in the city to earn money, but the money they saved after a year of hard work was only a few thousand yuan, and almost all of it was used to supplement the family. At the end of the year, they only had a thousand yuan left, and what could they do with this little money in this era?
The entire Wangwangzhuang Village was the same as the other poor villages deep in the mountains. It was as if they had been abandoned by the modern society. They were backward, isolated, and poor.
Of course, the national, provincial, city, and county governments did not forget about Dawang Village, especially Shuanghe County. Since the late 1990s, Shuanghe County had started to help the poor in Wangwang Village. Unfortunately, after more than 10 years, the results were not obvious. However, they had helped a few village secretaries and village directors to become rich. After these village officials became rich, they either ran to the county or even Qingyang District to buy houses and settle down, or ran to Jiupo Town to build houses and settle down. What was left behind were the poor villagers and the dilapidated village.
At the end of last year, after the spring wind of the city's poverty alleviation campaign blew, both the city and county levels increased their assistance to the poor villages. Because of this, Dawang Village gained a new lease of life. A portion of the villagers, after receiving technical training from the city and county's agricultural departments, began to develop the breeding industry and engaged in the breeding of otter rabbits, goats, and firewood chickens. Another portion of the villagers, with the support of the government, decided to take advantage of the geographical advantage of the tourist road in front of their house to engage in the tourism service industry. Along the road, there were farmhouses, restaurants, hotels, bamboo rafts, horse racing, and other projects. There were also some villagers who engaged in the cultivation of fruits and trees, learning how to get benefits from the mountains in front of their house. All in all, the poverty alleviation campaign had been carried out vigorously in the village. Although there were no results so far, they had already embarked on the road to escape poverty and become rich.
After listening to Zhao Sanxi, director of the Shuanghe County's Poverty Alleviation Office, explain the situation, Song Chaoyang did not comment. He called Du Minsheng, Robin, and Fang Qingyun to his side and pointed at the road under his feet. "This road is the only way to the Fairy Cave scenic spot, and also the only way to the meeting place of the CPC Council. The current situation of the poor villages on both sides of this road will leave a first impression on the leaders and cadres attending the CPC Council. Whether the first impression is good or bad is directly related to whether we can successfully show the poverty alleviation results. Therefore, the focus of our current research and work is to improve the image of the residential courtyards and commercial buildings on both sides of this road. This is a top priority! "
After hearing this, Du Minsheng was afraid that Fang Qingyun, the county magistrate of Shuanghe County, could not understand his deep meaning, so he explained, "Just like how the city's poverty alleviation campaign uses Shuanghe County as a trial county for poverty alleviation, we also need to capture a model for the poor villages along the river in Jiupo Town. This model is not a specific village, but a specific area. This area is the farmyards and various buildings on both sides of the road in front of us. This is the first scene that the leaders of the CPC Council will see when they arrive, and it is also the best place for us to show the poverty alleviation results."
Without waiting for Fang Qingyun to speak, Robin nodded first and said, "I understand, I understand. For example, when we determine whether a city is a big city or whether it is modern, we only pay attention to how many high-rise buildings there are in the city, and we don't look at the shanty towns hidden behind the high-rise buildings. The same principle applies here. We need to first support the poor on both sides of the road and help them change the appearance of the houses on the roadside with the other buildings. We need to make them as beautiful as possible to highlight our poverty alleviation results. As for the poor in the depths of the village, we will ignore them for the time being. After all, the provincial and municipal leaders can't see inside, and they might not necessarily go to the village to take a look."
Song Chaoyang commented, "Mayor Luo's example is very good. This is the principle. Although doing so was favoring one and discriminating against the other, there was no other way around it. In fact, this is the same as the country using the power of the whole country to build mega-cities like Beijing and Shanghai. It's also like the province using the power of the whole province to build the provincial capital, Jingnan. It's all unfair, but in order to achieve political goals, we can only do it that way. Of course, we are not doing a face-saving project. We are just temporarily giving priority to the poor in these areas. We are definitely not abandoning the poor in other areas. After the 'CEO meeting', we will turn around and speed up the speed of helping them. We will even make it up to them. "
Fang Qingyun listened to the explanations of the three city leaders one after another. How could she not understand? She said, "Secretary, I understand what you mean. I will also convey the main points to the county team later. We will work together and strive to come up with a plan as soon as possible."
Song Chaoyang smiled faintly and said, "It's good that you understand. Let's continue moving forward. We will talk about it as we investigate."
Li Rui could not hear these words at all. He was in the middle of the research team. No one was controlling or supervising him, so he was at ease. He carefully observed as he walked. He saw that the residential courtyards of Dawang Village were basically located on the plains and hillsides north of the road. On the south of the road, near the Fairy River, there were either no courtyards or only a row of farmhouses. This was also very easy to understand. As the saying went, "A gentleman does not stand under a collapsing wall." The people also knew the principle of not living by the river. If they lived by the river, they would immediately return to the pre-liberation period after being hit by a flood. However, if they lived on the north side of the road, away from the river, they would have less of the risk of having their courtyards destroyed.
After walking for dozens of meters, Song Chaoyang, who was walking in the front, stopped. The place where he stood was a typical living and management pattern of the courtyard along the street in Dawang Village and even in the poor villages along the river. Let's first talk about the ordinary living houses. The courtyard gate was built on the roadside, beside which there was a dilapidated brick wall or a local mud wall built of loess and wheat straw bricks. The courtyard gate was made of colorful iron gates, many of which had been rusted and looked extremely ugly. The walls were piled with dead twigs, corn straw, weeds, thorns and other sundries. There were even piles of pig dung and horse dung, which made the whole place look sloppy and dirty. The houses in the courtyard were all dilapidated old houses. The moss on the roofs alone indicated their history. The old and young women in the village, holding babies or leading children, wandered around the entrance and the roadside chatting. Wearing ragged clothes, they looked dull and silly, which showed the true colors of the poor. There was more than one courtyard like this. Basically, all the residential houses within sight were like this. There were almost no two-story buildings or slightly better brick-walled courtyards.
As for the commercial buildings, they either transformed their own courtyards into farmhouses, hotels, or built two or three brick houses on the side of the road to open small restaurants, small supermarkets, and small shops. Some casually opened up an empty space to wash cars. There were even some who built latrines and charged fees. These commercial buildings were not uniformly planned. In terms of height, depth, appearance, color, and decorative style, they were all different. Not only did they not look beautiful, but they were also dazzling and inexplicable.
After Song Chaoyang saw them, he was very distressed. He called a group of city and county leaders over and gathered them in a circle. He pointed at the various buildings on both sides of the road and said, "This place must be renovated. It must be redesigned and redesigned! Look at it, what is it like now? The residential houses are dilapidated and dirty. The shops are a mess. Everyone is doing what they want. Is this really a poor village?! But we must not show such a poor village to the provincial leaders! "
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