Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Wang Zijun waved his hand, indicating that Dong Changgang didn't need to say any more. At this time, the children who were reciting had already finished reciting a Chinese text. The middle-aged man who was their teacher took out a wooden stick from next to his chair and leaned on the stick.

He stood up unsteadily and wrote a few words on the blackboard.

"The second graders will do their homework first, and now they will take classes for the third grade." As the man spoke, he pulled up his chair and moved it. As he was moving the chair, Wang Zijun noticed that the man's tui was somewhat disabled.

Just when the man was preparing to give a lecture, a student spotted Wang Zijun and the others. The teacher looked at the people standing outside the window and put down the textbook in his hand.

"Teacher Yan, the leaders from above are here." When the village elder Zhao saw the teacher looking at him, he hurriedly said loudly to the teacher.

Teacher Yan obviously rarely encountered this kind of thing. After Lao Zhao shouted, he paused for half a minute, and this time he moved towards Wang Zijun and others with difficulty. While he was walking

It even makes people feel a little bit sorry for his injured tui.

"Teacher Yan, you'd better go to class first. We're just here to take a look." When Teacher Yan was about to move off the platform, Wang Zijun quickly walked up to him. At this time, Wang Zijun walked up to meet him, without any trace of emotion in his heart.

It felt like a show, and he felt that he should embrace it.

Teacher Yan did not expect that this young cadre would support him, let alone that he would send him to the podium again. Although he did not have much contact with township cadres, he still had an impression of the top leaders in the township.

When he inadvertently turned his attention to Dong Changgang, he found that Dong, who was always high-spirited in the past, was waving his hand towards him, which meant that he should do as the young cadre ordered.

After Wang Zijun helped Teacher Yan to his seat again, he walked towards the back of the classroom. There were no stools in the classroom, so he could only stand there.

Lin Shuqiang saw Wang Zijun standing there and hurriedly followed him. Although he wanted to get Wang a stool to sit on, he suppressed the idea. Being able to become the office director of the Youth League Provincial Committee, he was also a

Those who are aware of current affairs know that at this time, they cannot care about whether the leader is comfortable or not.

Although Teacher Yan was full of anxiety, he still continued the class. Wang Zijun was also a teacher in his previous life, and he could tell the quality of teaching as soon as he heard it. Although Teacher Yan did not teach in simple terms, he still

The course was taken very seriously.

The students in the mountains had never seen much of the world and were surprised by these sudden visitors, but soon they focused on their own studies. The classroom at Baijiazhai Primary School looked nothing like before.

different.

Half an hour passed, and Wang Zijun stood motionless at the back of the classroom listening to the lecture. Although others were in the classroom, his mind was already wandering nine days away. This time he came down to investigate, and it was not just random. He

I want to use this research activity as a starting point for new officials to open up their work situation after taking office.

Wang Zijun had already anticipated the situation he would encounter during this investigation. However, he did not expect that what he saw was even worse than what he had imagined.

The student kid who happily finished class woke up Wang Zijun from his deep thoughts. At this time, Teacher Yan also walked towards Wang Zijun with the support of village elder Zhao.

"Wang, this is Teacher Yan from our village. He has been teaching in the village primary school for nearly 20 years!" Lao Zhao said quickly when he saw Wang Zijun's eyes looking at Teacher Yan.

Looking at the thin and tired man in front of him, Wang Zijun gently reached out and shook his chalk dusty hand, and said sincerely: "Teacher Yan, you are indispensable! After a hard day's work,

You should rest first."

When walking out of the classroom, Dong Changgang quickly came to Wang Zijun and said: "Wang, due to financial constraints, the town has not invested enough in the school. I want to review it with you!"

"Dong, I know everything you want to say. Let's talk about it later." Wang Zijun waved his hand towards Dong Changgang, indicating that he didn't need to express his position anymore.

It was getting dark, so it was impossible to leave Baijiazhai. Although Wang Zijun repeatedly said that guests could do whatever they wanted and just have a simple meal, the village elder of Baijiazhai, Zhao, still asked his wife to take the money box from home.

I took out 20 yuan from my pocket, went to the only agency in the village, bought two narrow strips of pork belly, and killed an old hen that was laying eggs.

Wang Zijun and the others were sitting in the courtyard of the village elder Zhao's house. Lao Zhao's wife was cooking in front of a big pot in the courtyard. It had been a long time since she had gone so deep into the grassroots. Wang Zijun looked at Lao Zhao with interest.

The family is busy working in front of the stove.

It seemed that the piece of meat that Lao Zhao's family just bought was with the skin on. Lao Zhao's family quickly cut it into long and even strips, added peppercorns, garlic cloves and green onions, and boiled it with white water. She didn't

The first reason is to save some soybean oil, and the second reason is that there is fat in the meat. After simmering it over slow fire, the fat particles will naturally come out.

When the oil stars came out, one by one appeared on the surface of the soup. When more and more oil stars gathered, and the soup surface looked like a starry sky, the old Zhao family fished out a few sauerkraut from their own pickle jar and cut them into pieces.

Shredded meat and thrown into the pot. The beautiful meat strips and dark pickled cabbage began a non-stop kissing session under the instigation of the fire.

The aroma of meat wafted out, and the soup gradually became thicker. At this time, the old Zhao family took out a bunch of white beard-like vermicelli from the stove and sprinkled it in. Watching it turn from stiff to soft, completely transparent,

When the soup was illuminated like a ray of light, I happily took the soup pot off the stove.

The meat slices, sauerkraut and vermicelli soup here has just been prepared, and the chicken stewed with mountain mushrooms in a small temporary pot set up over there is also steaming, and the aroma is fragrant, and the faces of Lao Zhao and Lao Zhao's family

I was very relieved, just like a person who had been shrouded in rain for many days suddenly saw the sun, with a long-lost smile on his face.

Several people gathered around the pot and ate one bowl after another happily. What they were holding in their hands was the Zaohua bun steamed by Lao Zhao. It can be said that this pork slices, pickled cabbage and vermicelli soup made by Lao Zhao is...

Wang Zijun has never had anything like this in any luxuriously decorated hotel.

Because the atmosphere of the meal was very good, Lu Heliang, Dong Changgang and others no longer felt anxious before inviting Wang Zijun to dinner. Wang Zijun smiled lightly at Old Zhao and asked directly: "Village Chief Zhao, do you have wine? If

If you have any wine, call it to Teacher Yan and let’s have a drink.”

"There is wine, there is wine!" Lao Zhao did not expect that this young leader from the province would be so easy-going and would ask for wine. He quickly agreed: "But there is no good wine, it is all home-brewed."

of grain and wine.”

"Grain wine is good, the taste is mellow and delicious!" Wang Zijun waved his hand and said with a smile.

Dong Changgang didn't expect that Wang, who never drank alcohol when eating in the countryside, would actually ask for a drink in this poor mountain village. Although he didn't come to Baijiazhai many times, what exactly did Baijiazhai produce?

But he also knew in his heart that the wine was a bit bitter when he drank it, and he regretted why he didn't bring two bottles of wine with him when he came.

However, as Wang Zijun drank a glass of wine naturally, Dong Changgang's heart immediately relaxed. In addition to the fragrant stew, the dishes on the table were stewed with chicken and mountain mushrooms in a thick porcelain casserole.

Pots of pork slices, pickled cabbage and vermicelli soup, as well as home-cooked dishes such as boiled peanuts, fried eggs with leeks and other dishes prepared in a hurry by Lao Zhao's wife.

What made Dong Changgang even more gratified was that during the meal, Wang Zijun almost didn't ask about work at the rural level. Although he was not idle, he only talked about casual gossip.

Facing Wang Zijun, at first, Lao Zhao and Teacher Na Yan were a little bit reluctant to let go, but after drinking a third of a large glass of old wine, the two of them gradually relaxed. The reason why they were able to relax was that

It was because of Wang Zijun's casual treatment, and secondly, because after a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

During the conversation with Wang Zijun, Lao Zhao also discovered that the young king did not know anything. On the contrary, he was as enlightened as an out-and-out farmer about many situations in the village.

"Wang, let me toast you. If Dong hadn't said that you are a big leader from above, I would have thought that you were a Baocun cadre sent to us by the town." Old Zhao raised his glass and toasted to Wang Zijun.

He took a drink and said with a smile.

Dong Changgang frowned and quickly looked towards Wang Zijun, only to see that Wang Zijun also picked up a cup and touched it with Lao Zhao, without looking angry at all.

Although the grain wine in Baijiazhai didn't taste good, the alcohol content was not high. Wang Zijun drank a few glasses, but his mind was still clear. After Lao Zhao sat down, Wang Zijun chuckled and said: "Although I don't

I have stayed in our hometown, but I have also worked in other places for two years. I have never eaten pork, and have I seen pigs running away?"

While speaking, he picked up the wine glass and glanced at Teacher Yan and said: "Teacher Yan, I heard that Lao Zhao said that you have been teaching in the school in our village for nearly twenty years. I won't say anything. Come on, let's get a drink!

"

Teacher Yan is obviously not a talkative person. After coming to this occasion, he rarely spoke. However, looking at the wine glass brought by Wang Zijun, Teacher Yan's eyes were still shining. At this time, he already knew from the conversation

Knowing Wang Zijun's identity, the deputy in charge of the work of the Youth League Provincial Committee is a leading cadre at about the same level as the deputy mayor. But now, not only does he not put on any official airs, but he also toasts to himself in such a touching manner.

"Thank you, Wang." After suppressing the excitement in his heart, Teacher Yan picked up the wine glass and drank it.

After Lao Zhao picked up the wine glasses and filled them for Wang Zijun and Teacher Yan, he, already somewhat relaxed, said with emotion: "Wang, Dong, don't think that I, Lao Zhao, speak in a way that some of my own people praise my own people. To be honest, in the

Among these hundreds of villages, the one I admire the most is Teacher Yan, and the one I am most grateful for is Teacher Yan. If it weren’t for Teacher Yan, not to mention these students now, even those kids in the past would not have a place to go to school!”

"Old Zhao, why are you saying this in front of the king?" Teacher Yan waved his hand towards Old Zhao, trying to stop him from continuing.

"Teacher Yan, don't stop me. I just want to say what's on my mind. Wang, do you mind listening to me?" Lao Zhao looked at Wang Zijun a little shaky and said: "Wang

, you don’t mind me saying this, do you?”

Wang Zijun looked at Lao Zhao, who was obviously a little drunk, and smiled softly: "Here, you are the landlord, why would I mind? Besides, I also like to hear it."

"Look, Wang doesn't mind. Why are you stopping me, Teacher Yan? I've actually wanted to tell you these things for a long time, but I haven't found them yet. Today, while Wang is here, I must tell you what's in my heart."

Mr. Yan, we young and old men from Baijiazhai,

I all remember your great kindness. Since you came to our village, you have been kind to the children with all your heart. A few years ago, you had the opportunity to be transferred away, but you blamed me for looking for you and taking you away.

You stayed, why didn’t you just walk away cruelly?"

"If you had left, you would have been in the city by now, and maybe you would have lived in a building. If you had left, you wouldn't have let the rocks from the mudslide break your tui in order to save those three children.

…”

When talking about the latter part, Lao Zhao started to sob a bit, but no one here laughed at him. Seeing this man in his forties acting like this, Wang Zijun felt more emotional in his heart.

.

However, when Teacher Yan persuaded Old Zhao, Wang Zijun's eyes narrowed slightly. What he looked at was no longer Old Zhao, but Dong Changgang, who was sitting not far away from Old Zhao.

Dong Changgang was a little restless at this time, and Wang Zijun's gaze made his forehead break into cold sweat. Although Wang Zijun didn't say anything, he already understood that Wang Zijun should have had feelings about that matter.

doubted.

"Wang, I..." Dong Changgang wanted to speak and explain, but after calling Wang Zijun, he suddenly realized that he had nothing to say to Wang Zijun.

Wang Zijun waved his hand and did not let Dong Changgang continue. This was enough. The suspicion in his heart had been confirmed at this time.

Lu Heliang looked at Wang Zijun's serious expression and was a little at a loss. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that Wang was unhappy now!

"Wang, I, Mr. Zhao, don't like to ask for help, but I still want to ask you, can you make Teacher Yan a regular teacher? He has been a substitute teacher for too long..."

Wang Zijun did not nod or express his position. He just asked people to help Lao Zhao to rest. As Lao Zhao left, the pleasant atmosphere just now suddenly became depressing.

Old Zhao left drunkenly, and the dinner and wine in the farmyard ended in a hurry with the pot of noodle soup brought by Old Zhao's woman. Although the villagers' residence was tense, Dong Changgang was there.

Here, Lao Zhao naturally put great effort into arranging it.

Wang Zijun's residence was arranged in the home of a relatively wealthy farmer. The quilt seemed to be newly made by the villagers. It was said that it was prepared for the daughter's wedding. Although the fabric was made of coarse cloth woven by herself, because the quilt was made by the setting sun,

After drying, it smelled like sunshine. It was new cotton after all.

Until Lao Zhao went to bed drunkenly, Wang Zijun said nothing. But the more this happened, the more uneasy Lu Heliang and Dong Changgang felt. They might as well reprimand them face to face. The more silently, it means that

This matter has not yet been settled with Wang.

When Lao Zhao asked Wang Zijun to help Mr. Yan resolve the identity of this private teacher, Lu Heliang was already prepared. As long as Wang Zijun brought this up, he would definitely nod and agree immediately.

However, the king didn't say anything, which made Lu Heliang full of anxiety. But he then comforted himself that there were many private teachers in this province, not to mention their area, and the leaders

We are already accustomed to this kind of problem, so we probably won’t delve into it.

Compared with Lu Hedian, Dong Changgang was like an ant on a hot pot. What he was worried about was not whether Teacher Yan could become a regular teacher, but another issue that worried him.

At this moment, he wished he could slap himself in the face. If he hadn't introduced Xiao Guo so much, how could he have exposed such a pretentious person?

As the party committee member of Lishan Town, he certainly knew who saved the people from last year's mudslide. However, in order to please Xiao Guo's uncle, he asked people to come to Baijiazhai to do work and report this matter

It was placed on Xiao Guo's head.

Unexpectedly, Zhao, the village elder of Baijiazhai, brought up the old story again and told Wang again, which exposed the previous exaggeration! It was the same mudslide and the same rescue incident. This rescuer

The hero has changed hands without his knowing it! Will the king take this into his heart?

It's best not to take it to heart, as long as it goes in one ear, it goes out in the other. Dong Changgang knew that this young Youth League Provincial Committee member did not have much affiliation with him, but he also understood one thing: as long as this

If a leader moves his mouth, it is just a matter of one sentence to take him down. The leaders of the region and county will not insist on turning against this promising young leader just because of their own small party committee.

After much hesitation, he finally made up his mind that he had to take the initiative in this matter! After thinking about it, he secretly came to the courtyard where Wang Zijun lived and wanted to talk to him!

I saw the light was on in Wang Zijun's room, and under the light, Wang Zijun was chatting with the landlord without saying a word.

With enough courage, Dong Changgang finally decided to take this chance. He knocked gently on the door of Wang Zijun's room and shouted softly.

Cai Chenbin and Wang Zijun lived in the same house. Hearing Dong Changgang's shout, he opened the door directly. Dong Changgang saw Wang Zijun sitting on the bed, and he felt a little trembling in his heart for some reason.

"Dong is here. Zijun still has a smile on his face and waves to Dong Changgang, gesturing for him to sit down.

"Let me see if you need anything else." Dong Changgang glanced at Wang Zijun carefully and asked softly.

"The preparations here are almost complete. Dong, you have taken the trouble. By the way, after we leave tomorrow, Dong, you can't afford to pay for the accommodation." Wang Zijun smiled at Dong Changgang.

"Of course, of course, we must not let the masses suffer." Dong Changgang nodded repeatedly. For him, what he wanted to do most now was to perform well in front of the king, so as to gain some impression points for himself.

The landlord didn't dare to say anything after Dong Chang arrived. Originally, he just thought that the young man who gave him cigarettes and chatted with him about the village's harvest was just an ordinary cadre from the province. Now seeing Dong Chang's cautious appearance, this young man

People's status is much higher than they think.

"No, no, it's just one night, it's nothing." The landlord didn't dare to speak at first, but when he heard the two leaders mentioning the affairs of his home, he hurriedly waved his hand and said.

"Lao He, you don't have to refuse. You still have to pay for the hotel. You just want to drive me away by refusing!" Wang Zijun waved his hand gently towards the landlord and said without any doubt.

The landlord, who had already thought of Wang Zijun, dared to say anything more. He just kept saying that his house was so polite.

Wang Zijun looked at Dong Changang. The twinkle in Dong Changang's eyes could not be hidden from him. He waved his hand gently and said, "Dong, I was just talking to you. Stop standing and sit down."

Dong Changgang sat down anxiously. It was not that he had never met his superiors in the past. Even when facing the main leaders from the city who came to inspect, he could clarify his thoughts and speak coherently. But now, facing this approachable and easy-going personality,

The young leader seems to have a tight spell on his head, and his brain doesn't listen to his commands at all!

Wang Zijun is no stranger to cadres in the countryside. He and Dong Changgang talked about the economic development and work in the countryside, and even mentioned two things about rural work and family planning homesteads. Faced with Wang Zijun's talk, Dong Changgang also

He relaxed a lot, and his admiration for this young leader increased. Especially Wang Zijun's several discussions on rural economy made Dong Changgang feel like his eyes were shining brightly.

It would be false to say that Dong Changgang was not dissatisfied with Wang Zijun becoming a department leader at such a young age. But now listening to Wang Zijun's speech, he felt that even if this young man had a background, so did he himself.

There are two brushes.

"Wang, have you ever done it down there?" Dong Changgang looked up at Wang Zijun and asked softly.

"Wang also served as a township party committee before, but not in Shan Province." Cai Chenbin, who was sitting next to him tinkering with the game machine, interrupted.

Did Wang also serve as a township party committee member? This was something Dong Changgang never thought of. He thought that since Wang held such a high official position at such a young age, he must have descended from above.

"Wang, I want to review for you that the work in our town has not been done well. I assure you that in the future work, we will definitely work harder and do everything possible to improve the economic construction and compulsory education in the town.

." Seeing that the time was almost up, Dong Changgang began to review again.

Wang Zijun smiled and said: "Dong, as long as you have this intention, you don't need to express your stance to me here. No matter how good your stance is, I can't promote you. I can't steal your job as the organization director."

.However, there is one thing I would like to share with Dong. Once you serve as an official, even if you cannot benefit one party, you must at least do a few tangible things for the people, so that you can feel at ease!"

Dong Changgang also laughed at Wang Zijun's joke. Seeing that Wang Zijun was still interested in joking with him, Dong Changgang felt relieved and thought to himself, maybe the king didn't see the flaw at all.

Dong Changgang sat for a while and then left. The landlord left not long after Dong Changgang arrived. With Dong Changgang leaving, only Wang Zijun and Cai Chenbin were left in the room.

"King, it's getting late, you should go to bed early." Cai Chenbin looked at his watch and said softly to the prince.

Wang Zijun nodded: "Chen Bin, how did you go about the matter I asked you to inquire about?"

"Wang, I asked. Last year, there was a small mudslide in Lishan Town. Teacher Yan's tui was like that to save three students. One of the people rescued was our landlord's

daughter."

Wang Zijun took a cigarette and smoked it quietly. Cai Chenbin hesitated for a moment and then said: "This matter is very obvious. Xiao Guo simply took the credit of Teacher Yan."

"I know this." Wang Zijun waved his hand and said calmly.

Cai Chenbin looked at Wang Zijun who was in deep thought, and felt a little confused in his heart. Wang always acted resolutely and resolutely when dealing with matters. Even when facing superior leaders, he rarely did so.

I've seen him be so hesitant, what's going on now? Isn't it just a town party committee? As long as Wang opens his mouth, even the district committee will give Wang a face!

"Go to sleep." Wang Zijun gently put out the cigarette on the brick wall, and then blew out the oil lamp not far away from him.

In the morning in the mountain village, the air seemed to have been cleaned and was particularly fresh. When Wang Zijun got up, most of the villagers who had developed the habit of going to bed early and getting up early had already gotten up. The landlord, Lao He, even fought with Wang Zijun.

After saying hello, he hurriedly went to the fields to work on crops, leaving only the eldest daughter who was cooking and the nine-year-old daughter at home.

The girls in the village were very shy and tried their best to avoid Wang Zijun, who was living in their house. Lao He's eldest daughter just nodded to Wang Zijun and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

As he passed by, the younger daughter took a textbook with a thick kraft paper cover and began to read aloud.

"Xiaoxia, you pronounced the word "Xing" wrong. This word has two pronunciations. Although the one you pronounced is correct, in this text, you cannot pronounce it that way." Looking at the girl sitting on a small stool studying

, Wang Zijun said with a smile.

Unlike her sister, Xiaoxia, who is still a child, is not shy at all. She is just curious about Wang Zijun who lives in her home, but does not have the courage to talk to her. At this time, she sees this young brother greeting her with a smile.

, she suddenly became bolder.ro!.