It snowed heavily and the smoke came from the.
This year''s snow is particularly heavy. If it were not for the impact of the epidemic, the business of snow Township and ice and snow world should be particularly good.
However, in the face of the epidemic situation, the joy of auspicious snow heralding a bumper year has long been lost, and the snow road is difficult, which has brought many negative effects on epidemic prevention.
One of Fan Zhong, wearing thick clothes and leaning on a tree stick, patrolled the village. Fan dongkai followed him, wearing the thickest clothes in his family and bulging in his arms, much like fan Zhongzhi decades ago.
Within one day after receiving the order from the superior, the village was closed and all personnel were not allowed to go in and out.
For the rural areas in Northeast China, it''s certain that they don''t go out. Usually, no one goes out.
The difficulty is that 32 migrant workers in the village returned home for the new year, most of them from the south, and the risk is uncontrollable.
When the door is closed in the heavy snow, I sit on the Kang warm at home, either drinking tea and chatting, or looking for someone to play mahjong. It''s also happy to yell.
Those returning migrant workers have grown up and haven''t seen each other for a year. We all look forward to getting together at this time to brag and get close.
But,
Gathering is prohibited this year.
Fan Zhongzhi used his prestige to suppress all different opinions. The whole village Party members gathered unconditionally and inspected in shifts in the heavy snow, as if they had been against the American devils on the battlefield.
Many people, including fan dongkai, advised fan Zhongzhi many times, but the old man was stubborn and didn''t listen to him at all. It was inconvenient to walk, so I picked up a wooden stick on the roadside and made it into a walking stick to patrol the whole village.
Everyone is sealed at home. It doesn''t seem very difficult for a young man in an ivory tower. The time will pass when you sit in bed and on the Kang, brush your mobile phone and arrange your seats.
However, fan Zhongzhi has gone through decades and deeply knows that under this extraordinary means, there must be severe risks.
What annoys fan Zhongzhi in particular is that he can''t do work face to face.
Whenever fan Zhongzhi wanted to learn the methods of political work of instructors in those years, he would sigh deeply.
I can''t even do political work. I''m really angry about this battle.
But no matter how difficult it is, we must stick to it!
Seeing Wu Mian off, fan Zhongzhi returned to his hometown. Unexpectedly, all villages had to overcome various obstacles and isolate for 14 days.
We can only use the prestige of our tens of years old party secretary to suppress our dissatisfaction. As for other work... We can gather and do it door to door.
Fan Zhongzhi walked slowly in the snow. He walked slowly, but his eyes were very bright. He looked like a hawk and falcon, patrolling familiar plants and families.
Party members in the village also patrol irregularly and continuously. After meeting, they will say hello to the old party secretary from a distance.
"Sir, everyone privately says that you are old and stubborn and have long been confused."
"Let them talk," said fan Zhongzhi in a hoarse voice, "as long as you squat down at home and say whatever you want to say."
"Why bother you? You''re not the secretary now." fan dongkai advised.
"Lao Zhao''s boy can''t carry it." Fan Zhong said.
"What you can do is what you can do. You should be honest and stay in laoguashan. The conditions are so good that you have to come back to bear hardships. Tell me about the cold weather. There is ice in your mask... I''m fine. What do you do if you have good or bad."
"It''s not so easy to die," said fan Zhongzhi contemptuously. "This snow is also called snow. It hasn''t closed the door for many years."
"It''s cold. Now the temperature is 33 degrees below zero. Dr. Wei told me to be careful of you..."
"What about Wei Dabao? Are you in touch with him?"
"Now there is nothing wrong with laoguashan''s ward. He goes to the fever ward to deal with patients with fever and suspected new pneumonia."
"This is the most dangerous place. I''m walking around my village. What''s the danger?"
"You''re too old to count. You''ve just finished that big operation..."
Before the words fell, fan Zhongzhi swept the stick in his hand. Fan dongkai jumped back half a step and smiled, "Sir, you''re not patrolling the whole village. I think you''re old and confused. You''ve been wandering in a small circle."
"What do you know?" fan Zhongzhi leaned on his stick. "There are some naughty and mangy people in the village who can''t stay. They think about getting together to play mahjong all day. Zhao Zhishu has to work in the future. He sings red faces; I''m so buried in the Loess around my neck. I don''t need these. I''ll do this job."
Fan dongkai couldn''t laugh or cry.
Those who offend must be written down on their own after he leaves.
But grandpa''s temper must make no sense. Although he offended others, fan dongkai was not afraid.
Ye and sun walked slowly in the snow, and suddenly a figure flashed.
"Two old grandsons!" fan Zhongzhi shouted.
The wind sobbed, drowning fan Zhongzhi''s voice in the wind and snow.
The man trotted away. He didn''t know whether he heard fan Zhongzhi''s cry. Anyway, he didn''t mean to stop at all.
Fan Zhongzhi couldn''t catch up with him at his age, and he didn''t want to catch up.
Reach out.
Fan dongkai opened his clothes, took out the loudspeaker he had been carrying in his arms, turned on the switch and stuffed it into fan Zhongzhi''s hand.
"Hello, hello ~"
Fan dongkai was in a trance. For a moment, he seemed to return to his age of harming light and playing with mud. The big horn in the village sends out the sound of Grandpa''s feeding every day.
"The second kid of the old Sun family!"
"Do you want face?"
"Are you four?"
"You don''t understand people?"
The soul''s three questions pierce the heart like bullets.
The sound was loud. It penetrated the wind and snow and echoed in the village. Everyone in every household could hear it.
Fan Zhongzhi yelled and scolded without any hindrance.
"Keeping you isolated at home is like hurting you."
"Infected with the virus, the whole family died. All the money you saved is from your relatives!"
"Go back!"
"Why don''t you hurry back?! I can''t see you when you cat on the haystack?"
"Who''s going to play mahjong? Believe it or not, I''ll call the police immediately and say you gather people to gamble?"
"Give face, don''t want face!"
A series of coarse curses echoed.
Fan Zhongzhi doesn''t like swearing, and his work style is definitely not like this. But now is an extraordinary period, and there must be extraordinary means.
When you can''t even do political work, it''s an optimal solution to be simple, rude and direct. Implement first and then reason. In those years, Lin Shuai specially wrote a document on this matter, and fan Zhongzhi studied it.
In fan Zhongzhi''s scolding, the middle-aged man went home disheartened and seemed to scold something when he closed the door.
Fan Zhongzhi doesn''t care.
He only cares about his village and never has an accident.
Pass the trumpet to fan dongkai. Fan dongkai solemnly puts the trumpet in his arms and warms the trumpet with his own body temperature, just as fan Zhongzhi warms the bugle with his body temperature.
Everything is familiar.