Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

noon.

The long sound of the horn announces that the morning's work is done.

Yang Rui dropped the half-loaded trolley and couldn't help rubbing his sore shoulders.

The "commandos" who were working hard on the mountainside also came down in twos and threes.

At the same time, a seductive aroma wafted from the side of the creek. It was the scent from more than a dozen large pots that were opened at the same time.

"Picnic." Yang Rui looked up at the blue sky and shouted casually, "Put the garbage away, don't litter."

Comrade Yang Feng had a big horn on his waist, and when he heard what Yang Rui said, he raised it up, said "Hello" twice, and said, "I heard what my son said, yes, Comrade Yang Rui said. The captains, the captains of each brigade, and the team leaders of each group, all take responsibility. Whoever throws away the garbage, whoever collects it, puts it in the garbage disposal place, oh, put it in the garbage dump here, and we will take it away. "

This time, everyone understood and agreed one by one.

Yang Feng raised his chin to Yang Rui, walked over slowly, and said: "See, you have to be responsible. It's useless to talk all over the sky. You have to clarify the person who is responsible."

"Yes." Yang Rui let Comrade Yang Feng explain his management science. Although he didn't have a systematic study, decades of political experience and training in township work gave Yang Feng a lot of solid stuff.

A few passers-by followed Comrade Yang Feng's experience with great interest.

Nowadays, there are few books. The homogenization of books in Xinhua Bookstore is very serious, and most of them are old books. It is not easy for people to learn something new.

Yang Feng is also a good teacher, as if chatting, he continued with a smile: "Clarifying responsibilities can also help boost morale. For example, if you set a goal for a work team and it is completed, it is worthy of praise. If it is not completed, Criticism is necessary, if the responsibilities cannot be clarified, wouldn’t it be a mess.”

"right."

"We are now making this transmission line, and we have higher requirements for responsibility, right? Everyone performs their own duties, well, this may not be possible, even if the responsibility falls to the team, each team performs its own duties, right? We reward those who should be rewarded, and criticize those who should be criticized. In this way, everyone's morale will be high."

"Yes."

"The set you are doing now is not bad, but there are still shortcomings. Look at everyone,

Are you very tired? This will not work, if this continues, the work in the afternoon will not be completed, but the workload of the day will be reduced instead. "

"kindness."

"At this time, we have to go deep into the masses, chat with everyone, understand everyone's needs, and spread our ideas. We can't do things with a dull head, and let everyone understand the reason why you do this."

When Comrade Yang Feng said this, he kindly condoled the old farmers who were resting aside.

The young people followed behind Yang Feng's ass, looking very happy.

Yang Feng talked more happily, but he didn't talk about his "imperial art".

The old farmer who was greeted was also very cooperative. Hearing Comrade Yang Feng's words, he replied simultaneously: "I am fifty-three this year, and my legs and feet are a bit inflexible, but I am still here. I can help as much as I can. How busy."

As he said that, the old farmer smashed his shovel on the ground, stood up, and walked slowly to the pile of sand and cement next to him, and vigorously lifted up the sand to make it look like he was working.

"Don't worry, let's continue to work in the afternoon." Yang Feng watched him rehearse twice, and then asked the old farmer to sit down.

The old farmer gave way a little, and slowly sat back on the big rock.

"There is meat!"

"Big bones! And luncheon meat!"

A few shouts of joy actually stopped the chatting of hundreds of people in the venue, and at the same time stopped Yang Feng's "speaking on the roadside while working on the Southwest Power Line".

After a few seconds, the crowd suddenly moved.

Everyone is going forward bravely, you are advancing and I am advancing, and you can't see the fatigue after working at all.

The old farmer in front of Yang Feng moved even more swiftly. He dropped the shovel in his hand and let it fall freely.

The shovel fell to the ground, and the clothes covered the shovel, making it almost impossible to tell which came first.

There was also the movement of the old farmer who couldn't tell the sequence. I saw that he didn't even look at where the clothes fell. He just twisted his right foot and kicked his left foot, and the whole person shot out the arrow.

When the chaotic crowd still raised their necks, stretched their hands, and walked quickly while looking around, the old farmer's speed had completely picked up, and he disappeared into the crowd with three crutches and two crutches.

The knowledge-hungry young people who followed Yang Feng were stunned when they saw this scene.

What about inflexible legs and feet?

What about the talking fifty-three?

How about exhausted?

The young people couldn't help but fell into the paradise of meat and learning. After wandering for 0.5 seconds, they also imitated the old farmer's posture, like a 100-meter runner hearing the starting gun, and ran away.

"Give way."

"Give way."

"Don't squeeze."

"Stop squeezing!"

In the col, there are all kinds of calls and shouts everywhere, and it is as lively as going to a market.

In an instant, the surroundings of Yang Rui and Yang Feng were emptied.

"The meat you bought?" Yang Feng rubbed his head and understood a little.

Yang Rui nodded and said, "I told Xibao Meat Factory to send some big bones to make soup, and bought canned luncheon meat for everyone to try."

Today's rural areas cannot buy luncheon meat, so it is considered a rare commodity.

Of course, the luncheon meat produced by the Xibao Meat Factory is not something that anyone can buy if they want to. It was only at Yang Rui's request that they delivered it.

The corners of Yang Feng's mouth twitched twice, and he asked, "You spent a lot of money."

"With the money from Huarui, I think it can increase morale and speed up the progress of the project."

"Well, everyone's morale is indeed very high." Yang Feng was depressed for a while.

I worked so hard to tell you about my experience, how did you do it? You run to buy meat?

Buying meat can boost morale. Who doesn't know that eating meat will give you a lot of motivation. Can you afford it?

Well, you Huarui pharmaceutical factory has money...but do you have that much money?

Yang Feng let out a long sigh, and said: "You ate meat for everyone today, and everyone has to work hard. Have you ever thought that if you don't buy meat for you in the future, will everyone have a psychological gap?"

"Why don't you buy meat?" Yang Rui's eyes were full of curiosity, and his father was anxious.

Yang Feng said: "Because you buy meat every day, the cost will go up."

"No, big bones are very cheap. I bought several tons at a time and shipped them over at any time." Yang Rui paused, and then said: "Luncheon meat is a little more expensive, and I'm thinking of providing it once every two days, so I should be able to persist." It's been a long time."

Yang Feng suddenly didn't want to talk to his son anymore.

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