. "Yeah, disposable chopsticks are sold well. In addition, they are close to the Russian border region. I am planning to build a batch of disposable chopstick production lines, including the tax exemption conditions for township enterprises. It is estimated that the construction is currently underway and the cost will be recovered by October. This is one." Yang Dafu obviously has investigated these projects in depth, and he is not panicked at all. Zhang Yan also admires Yang Dafu's method of handling things very much.

"The other one is the processing of dairy products. At present, the pastoral area of ​​our county is more than 300,000 hectares. The free-range cows are all the poor varieties, and the quality of the milk is relatively poor. Well, I plan to set up a milk powder processing factory to purchase fresh milk from dairy farmers and then process them into milk powder. This will help increase the enthusiasm of dairy farmers. Moreover, the value of milk powder is much higher than that of milk, but the transportation cost is much lower. Overall, it is very profitable to make money!"

"Well, this is great. As for the processing of milk powder, you can contact Huangnigang County and strive to cooperate with them. Only in this way can you make your career bigger. As for the production line of disposable chopsticks, you can put a few lines first. You must seize the time to form an industrial monopoly, rely on the price advantages brought by a large amount of procurement to defeat competitors, and move quickly and quickly!"

"I know Secretary Zhang." Yang Dafu wrote Zhang Yan's words in his notebook.

"Yeah, there's nothing else, you can go and do it first!" Zhang Yan sent Yang Dafu away, stood up and moved his hands and feet. Then he felt very uncomfortable all over. I don't know when the sun was getting sunny from the west, and the office was so hot that it was so hot that Zhang Yan turned on the air conditioner, which made him feel a little better.

Sitting in the seat, feeling the cold wind blowing from the air conditioner passes through the skin little by little, taking away the heat and irritability from it. Zhang Yan took out his notebook and wrote down what happened today, thinking about whether there was something wrong. In fact, the county party secretary's job is difficult. It is not a simple and hard work, but a two eggs with one hand. Not only do he have to control but also have skills.

After taking a look at the day's events, Zhang Yan gently made a red pen and wrote below that there was no requirement to clarify the progress and milestones of the project implementation, so it was not grasped in this way. He turned around and urged Yang Dafu to make up a report to clarify the progress of each project. After remembering these, Zhang Yan closed the notebook and gently rubbed the sun. Although it had exceeded many people's expectations, Zhang Yan still worked hard and grew up firmly and orderly. Perhaps in less than ten years, he would grow into a leader who was close to perfection.

"Ergou, see if there is anything tomorrow?" After resting in the seat for a while, Zhang Yan opened his eyes. A little fatigue disappeared, replaced by bright eyes. If you were not expected wrong, the most important thing recently should be flood prevention and drought relief. July is a dangerous month. There are more rainfall, less rainfall, and fewer good weather and rainfall.

This year, the situation is that there are too many rains. Zhang Yan has urgently prepared 100,000 sacks to prevent floods. But he didn't know what God meant, and he couldn't help but envy Huangnigang County. The place is far away from the river, and he was worried that he would not have to sleep enough. No matter how heavy the rain was, he didn't have to fight against the floods. Unlike Qiufeng County, a big river runs through the whole county. Although he was not worried about drought resistance, once it rained heavily, the whole county was shocked, fearing that it would cross the embankment and flood the whole county.

"Well. Tomorrow is Sunday, and nothing else is done." Wang Ergou checked the calendar before saying affirmatively.

Zhang Yan slapped his head in fear and laughed: "Look at my memory, what is Ergou going to do on Sunday?"

Wang Ergou blushed and whispered: What can I do? I'm going to go home. My family has told me a partner and keeps urging me to go back."

"Hahaha, that daughter?" Zhang Yan couldn't help but smile. Before Wang Ergou met him, no one wanted him. The family introduced him to many partners. He either looked down on others or others looked down on him. He just looked at the person who was about to go to four, and was still a bachelor, which made Wang Ergou's parents worry, but looking at what he meant today, it seemed that Wang Ergou was still looking forward to it.

"I heard that I am a teacher at a central primary school. I don't know if there are too many." After Wang Ergou said that, he was afraid that Zhang Yan would ask again, so he asked differently: "Captain Zhang, should you go back and take a look? Now our township has changed a lot. The house is so beautiful, much better than here."

Wang Ergou's words aroused Zhang Yan's thoughts. After driving the car from Yeminling, Zhang Yan never went to Yeminling again. The main reason was that he didn't have time, so he naturally had no choice when he went abroad. After returning to China, he took office immediately, and piled up messes, and was busy with all his energy. It seemed that he was going back to take a look.

But that night, Zhang Yan drove back to Yeminling. According to Zhang Yan's intention, he had to go and see Secretary Lao Zhao first. If Secretary Lao Zhao had not written a blood letter, his own affairs might not have been settled. However, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening when he arrived in Yeminling. Zhang Yan felt that it would be a bit disturbing to leave so late, so he drove the car directly to the township hospital.

After seeing Zhang Yan, Murong Xue's first words were: "Shitou, why do you have time to come here?"

"Sister Murong, I'm here to see you. Well, you've lost a lot of weight, so you should pay attention to nutrition!" Zhang Yan closed the car door, laughed and joked, and got out of the car.

"Boy, you're kidding me. Seeing that I won't tell your wife, I'll let you kneel on the laundry board at that time!" Murong Xue's face turned slightly red, and then returned to normal. He pressed Zhang Yan's head with his backhand. Under the faint light in the hospital, Zhang Yan did not see Murong Xue's expression change, and he said carelessly: "Sister, I'm hungry, get me some food. He drove over after get off work and hadn't eaten yet."

"I won't do it for you, it will make you hungry." Murong Xue said fiercely. The man had already walked towards the dormitory building, and Zhang Yan followed behind him, asking about the current situation of Yeminling. After entering Murong Xue's dormitory, Zhang Yan also learned about the current situation of Yeminling.

Since Zhang Yan was rehabilitated, Yeminling Road has been opened, but Zhao Erhu still refused to return to work at the county public security bureau. Surprisingly, no one urged him. Everyone tacitly avoided this young man. Jian Zhen still runs the canteen, and his husband comes with him for no reason. The two of them live so unclearly. Zhang Yan feels a little bit like peony cow dung.

However, in Murong Xue's opinion, even if she is a husband who is not good at being a good husband, she is Jian Zhen's husband. It is natural for women to be soft-hearted towards her husband. If she does not do anything bad to her wife, even if she is not good at being a good husband, she still has to be together. Do you have to separate and not be able to take advantage of this kid Zhang Yan?

There is also Hu Xiaoshui at the agricultural machinery station, but he has his own chance. Since this spring plowing is used, the fields in Yeminling are dizzy. The rice fields are flat and vertical, and the farming feels like embroidery, which alarmed the director of the Provincial Department of Agriculture. After seeing it, he praised it all. In addition, someone told Lao Hu about the matter at that time, and moved the director on the spot. A few days after he went back, he came up with a transfer order and transferred Xiao Hu directly to the Provincial Department and became the secretary of the director.

This news made Zhang Yan very happy. This was an explanation to Lao Hu who was underground. Then he asked the teacher about the matter. But Murong Xue didn't know much about this. Zhang Yan was sitting in the living room waiting. When he heard the sound of cooking in the kitchen, Zhang Yan couldn't help swallowing. Suddenly he remembered a question, can Murong Xue cook?

In Zhang Yan's memory, most of the people of his mother's generation could not cook. They went to the countryside and supported the border. They worked hard all their lives. In addition, they did not have any socialist dishes, no time or conditions to cook good dishes. Their wife could not cook, and they were afraid that the oil smoke would ruin their delicate face. Zhang Yan volunteered to cook.

Then... Murong learned how to cook? Zhang Yan thought of eating the dishes made by his wife for the first time. After that terrible experience, Zhang Yan became a little uneasy. It must have become a test product for Sister Murong!

Fortunately, when the kitchen door opened, the fragrance that came out from inside calmed Zhang Yan a lot. Then Murong Xue brought out two plates of braised pork and shredded potatoes. After Zhang Yan tasted it, his index finger was trembling. The wind swept the clouds to eliminate the two plates of dishes. Then Murong Xue did not eat it, but instead raised her chin and looked at him with a smile.

Looking at the three big bowls stacked in front of him, Zhang Yan blushed and said, "Sister Murong, what you cook is delicious, even better than the ones in our cafeteria. Let me wash it!" After that, he packed up the dishes on the table, ate other people's things, and it was also appropriate to wash the dishes for others.

"You don't need to wash dishes. Your men's dishes can't be cleaned. You have to wash them again. You can watch TV first!" Murong Xue snatched the bowl from Zhang Yan's hand, picked up the dishes and chopsticks quickly, and then pushed Zhang Yan to the living room. For this sister, Zhang Yan always felt that she couldn't do it, so she just sat on the sand and turned on the TV to watch.
Chapter completed!