noon.

The long horn sounded, announcing that the morning work was completed.

Yang Rui threw down the half-loaded trolley and couldn't help but rub his sore shoulders.

The "commands" who were working hard on the hillside also walked down in groups of three or three.

At the same time, an attractive fragrance had already floated by the stream, which was more than a dozen large pots. At the same time, the lid of the pot was opened and the scent blew out.

"Pick up." Yang Rui looked up at the blue sky and shouted: "Reserve the garbage, don't litter."

Comrade Yang Feng was carrying a loud trumpet on his waist. When he heard what Yang Rui said, he raised it up, "Hey," and said, "I heard what my son, um, Comrade Yang Rui said. The village chiefs of each village, the team leader of each brigade, and the team leader of each group, all took responsibility. Whoever threw the garbage, whoever put it away, put it in the garbage storage area. Oh, we will transport it away in a unified manner."

Now everyone understood and agreed one by one.

Yang Feng raised his chin to Yang Rui, walked over slowly, and said, "Did you see, you have to be responsible for it, it's useless to speak all over the sky, you have to clarify the person responsible."

"Yes." Yang Rui asked Comrade Yang Feng to explain his management. Although he did not have systematic learning, decades of political experience and training in township work have made Yang Feng more useful.

A few passersby followed and heard Comrade Yang Feng talk about his experiences, and they were very interested.

There are no books nowadays, and Xinhua Bookstore has a serious homogeneity of books, and most of them are old books. It is not easy for people to listen to something new.

Yang Feng is also a good teacher. He continued with a smile, saying, "Clearing 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 you don't complete it, you have to criticize it. If you cannot clarify responsibilities, it will be a mess."

"right."

"We are now working on 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 is taken to the team, each team will perform their duties. We will reward what should be rewarded and criticized. In this way, everyone's morale will be high."

"yes."

"The set you are doing is not bad now, but there are still some shortcomings. Look at everyone, are they very tired? This is not enough. If this continues, the afternoon work will not be completed, which will reduce the workload of the day."

"kindness."

"At this time, we must go deep into the masses and chat with everyone, understand everyone's needs, and spread our ideas. We must not do things with our heads, but let everyone understand the reason for you to do this."

Comrade Yang Feng said this and cordially greeted the old farmer who was resting beside him.

The young people followed Yang Feng's butt and were very happy to see.

Yang Feng was even happier, but he just didn't talk about his "imperial arts".

The old farmer who was condolent was also very cooperative. He listened to Comrade Yang Feng's words and replied simultaneously: "I am fifty-three this year, and my legs are a little unflexible, but I still came here. I can help as much as I can."

As he said that, the old farmer stood up on the ground, walked slowly to the pile of sand and cement beside him, and worked hard to lift up the sand and soil to look like he was working.

"Don't worry, let's continue working in the afternoon." Yang Feng saw him practicing for a few times, then asked the old farmer to sit down.

The old farmer gave in a little bit and sat back on the big rock.

"There's meat!"

"Big Bones! And lunch meat!"

A few happy screams actually paused the chatting of hundreds of people in the audience, and also stopped Yang Feng's "roadside speech while working on the Southwest Power Line."

A few seconds later, the crowd suddenly started to move.

Everyone bravely moved forward, and I went in, and there was no sign of the fatigue after labor.

The old farmer in front of Yang Feng acted even more quickly. He threw the shovel in his hand and let it fall freely. At the same time, he suddenly took off his clothes and then turned on the shovel.

The shovel fell to the ground and the clothes were covered on the shovel, and there was almost no distinction between them.

There was no telling the order of the old farmer's movements. He couldn't see 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 out their hands, and walked quickly while looking around, the old farmer's speed had completely increased, and he disappeared from the crowd after two twists and turns.

The young people who were eager for knowledge following Yang Feng were shocked when they saw this scene.

What about the promised legs and feet are not flexible?

Where is the fifty-three years old talking?

What about being exhausted?

The young people couldn't help but fall into the paradise of meat and learning. After wandering for 0.5 seconds, they also learned the posture of the old farmer, as if a 100-meter player heard the starting gun and ran away.

"Give it aside."

"Give it aside."

"Don't squeeze."

"Stop squeezing!"

In the valley, there were all kinds of calls and shouts everywhere, and it was as lively as if it was going to the market.

In an instant, Yang Rui and Yang Feng were cleared.

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

Yang Rui nodded and said, "I told Xibao Meat Union Factory that I asked them to send some big bones to make soup, and bought canned lunch meat to give everyone a try."

Today, lunch meat cannot be bought in rural areas, so it is considered a rare commodity.

Of course, the lunch meat produced by Xibao Meat Union Factory is not something that anyone can buy just by wanting it. It was Yang Rui's request that he bring it to him.

Yang Feng's mouth twitched twice and asked, "It's been a lot of money."

"I think the money paid by Huarui can increase morale and speed up the project progress."

"Well, everyone is indeed very morale." Yang Feng felt depressed.

I have worked hard to talk about your experience. How did you do it? You went to buy meat?

Buying meat can increase morale. Who doesn’t know that you will be full of energy after eating meat? Can you afford it?

OK, your Huarui Pharmaceutical Factory has money...but do you have that much money?

Yang Feng sighed long and said, "You have eaten meat for everyone today. Everyone should do it well. Have you ever thought about whether there is a psychological gap if you don't buy meat in the future?"

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

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

"No, big bones are very cheap. I bought several tons at a time and shipped them to you at any time." Yang Rui paused for a moment and said, "The lunch meat is a little more expensive. I think about providing it once every two days, so that I should be able to last for a long time."

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