I work as a "point chief" in the village
Zhang Qiangyong
The unit arranged for me to go to Lubu Village, where the hanging point was located, to be the "point chief".
Lubu Village is on the outskirts of the city, and there are wooden houses in the village, most of which are left by ancestors, and the roofs are blackened old tiles, some are overgrown with thatch, and they look a little old.
I walked into the village and turned into a valley. The old mansion inside, the eaves of the house are eroded, and the vermilion of the door wall is faded. Three or five meters away from the old house, several newly repaired wooden houses are dotted with pine siding, exuding the fragrance of tung oil. The paving of grinding stones between the board houses looks clumsy. There is a spring in front of the old house, and the water is gurgling and sparkling. The bamboo knots that have been chiseled through the holes, put them on the spring at will, and drink the saliva with saliva, which is sweet and refreshing. There is a water tank in the corner of the house, the water in the tank is very clear and bright, and there are water lilies lying in the water tank, and the tank is full of greenery. The houses, paths, and vegetable gardens are in good order, and the trees and flowers are carefully cared for, like a child who has been taken care of by his mother.
It's a great place to open a homestay. I continued to walk forward, turned on the navigation, and still took a detour. When I arrived at the village headquarters, I met the director of the village committee, and the director of the village committee took me around. We walked around the village, and there were wooden houses and red brick houses next to the mountain village path. A few masters were doing things, and I stopped and asked what they were doing? The young master said that he planned to make a homestay. The house is not high, with small lattice windows, and a small jasper-like house.
Seeing the old man basking in the sun in the ping, the director of the village committee also walked towards the old man and shouted to the old director of the village committee. The old director of the village committee snuffed out the cigarette, and the remaining smoke refused to disperse, as if he couldn't stretch his eyebrows, as if he wanted to say something.
"Have a village meeting." The old village committee director said, "Now the sanitation in the village is not good, flies, mosquitoes, dogs, rats, flying around. If this continues, the villagers will have opinions, and I am afraid that the most beautiful village brand will also be messed up. "The head of the old village committee found some signs in the village.
The village built a homestay and a farmhouse, which is to help the country to accurately alleviate poverty and embark on the road to prosperity. Rural revitalization is the eternal theme of the countryside, and if the pocket is rich, the head must also be rich. The environment is very important, and we are proud of the houses built around the mountains and rivers, clean roads, neat houses, open corridors, and painted cultural walls. The mountains are green, the water is green, the ecological environment has become better, and the guests like it, so they want to come again.
The noon sun shone on the swarthy face of the old village committee director, which was like a rice field after the autumn harvest, and the ridges of black mud that had been turned up by the ploughshare, were glowing with a kind of oily shine, which could be recognized. The old head of the village committee sat on the ground, and there was nothing under his buttocks. The old director of the village committee told me that he was covering the land, and when the ground was hot, he would be able to plough and produce in the spring, and the people would be more intelligent.
In front of the village is the Zijiang River, the river water through the forest and wading streams, slowly whirling, turning a corner elegantly in Lubu Port, embracing a beautiful small village - Lubu Village in Jiangwan. Behind the village is the Snow Peak Mountains, which come from all over the world. For hundreds of years, the villagers have lived here.
The sun is warm and the stream is full. In the ravine, an ancient road paved with bluestone slabs, like the small waist of a thin daughter of a common man, swayed slightly, passing through the thorns on both sides of the ravine, curling away. Walking on the grass and grease road to the villagers' houses, the light and shadow are shining, the trouser legs are neat, and the shoe uppers are clean.
I talked to everyone about the situation of agriculture, homestays, farmhouses, and rural revitalization. One young man listened attentively, nodding his head from time to time, smiling kindly, and with a slight shyness. Isn't there a problem? I approached her and asked. It turned out that seven or eight years ago, this girl took her lover back to Lubu Village, where she was born and raised, and opened a homestay of "Ant Family". It's almost a holiday, many guests have booked a room online, but there are not enough beds in the "Ant Family", and the guests are traveling by car, and there is not enough parking space in front of the "Ant Family......
The words "parking space" and "joint venture" popped up in my mind.
Parking space is easy to say. I contacted the unit and asked the traffic police team to come to the village to draw a parking space. As for the "joint operation", the director of the village committee and I hit it off: the whole village homestay joint operation, the standard and price of accommodation are benchmarked, and a standard of "five-star" and "four-star" is hung, and the fees below "three-star" are appropriately reduced.
The next day, the traffic police team's operation vehicles drove to the head of the village, and soon, new lanes and parking spaces were drawn along both sides of the village road, and more than 20 parking spaces were also drawn on the village Daping. At the door of the house and in front of the B&B, there are car belts. A river with clear water, green mountains on both sides. The beautiful picture of Lubu Village is slowly unfolding, and under the sun, it presents a poetic habitat where "you can see the mountains, see the water, and keep the nostalgia".
Selected from "Xinxiang Review" Issue 10, 2024
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Second trial: Wu Jin
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