I'm going to write a chapter dedicated to him, and I set that idea in mind from the very beginning of the work.

He is an ordinary person at the most basic level, a very inconspicuous village cadre, but he also represents a special group - rural grassroots security cadres.

You say they're cadres, but they don't get paid and they barely receive any subsidies.

At that time, there was basically no income at the rural village level, and the secretary and village chief did not leave production, not to mention the director of public security.

When they were engaged in a large collective, they were given some points for lost work, and they were all obliged after the fields were divided into households, but most of them were very responsible.

When we ask them to help us work, they will give up their personal work to cooperate with us.

Many times they were called back by their families with their trouser legs rolled up, barefoot, and half mud, and they found someone to lead us to deal with things, and they had to solve the problem of our lunch at noon.

Eat small dishes at Lao Xu's house, and we will eat whatever they eat, but he will definitely ask his wife to prepare some wine.

Lao Xu also likes to take a sip, and he will brew a large vat of rice wine.

This kind of rice wine is delicious but has stamina, generally drinking two bowls is almost the same, Lao Xu does not persuade much wine, unless he talks about some of his past, when the interest is strong, he will fill another glass.

Lao Xu had a proud youth.

At the age of 18, he became a militia company commander, and served as the leader of the youth commando team on the Tangao Reservoir construction site.

At the county three-level cadre conference, the model worker was evaluated and advanced, and it was a moment of glory.

The uncles and aunts in the village all wanted to marry their daughters to him.

According to Lao Xu's own words:

"The threshold of the house has also been crossed!"

In the end, she got married early at the age of 20. Not long after getting married, he was selected to work in the township, and later became a public security commissioner.

At that time, the number of public security policemen was very small, and one person was in charge of one or two townships.

He has a verbal saying:

"Carrying a gun, riding a horse, every village has a mother-in-law!"

It's about his experience as a commissioner, going to the countryside to work, going there, eating and living there.

However, it is a bit exaggerated, there are no horses in the south, so you have to be a commissioner on the grassland, and you can only run on two legs here.

We often joke with him:

"Then you have a lot of mothers-in-law?"

He always scares us with his face:

"Little crooked, don't talk nonsense."

In fact, we all know that he is a very family-oriented person, otherwise he would not have given up his public office and returned to the countryside.

"I'm your senior, either for the sake of the family or the leader of your leadership."

This is true at all, and his colleague at the Juexi Police Station is already the director of the Xiangshan Public Security Bureau.

At that time, when he was at the Juexi Police Station, it was still a small fishing village, and the traffic was very inconvenient.

The four children were very young, the family had no labor, and his low wages were not enough to cover the money owed to the team for food.

couldn't withstand the persuasion of his family, so he went back to his hometown.

When he was about to leave, his colleague at the time, the current head of public security, kept him in tears.

He was very resolute:

"I have to let the family survive first, I can't be too selfish!"

In the first two years, when solving the problems left over from history, his old colleagues did not forget him, and took care of his non-agricultural household registration, and gave him a monthly subsidy of more than 10 yuan.

"I am the only farmer in the village who eats imperial grain!"

He smiled all day long and was very optimistic and grateful, and took our affairs as his own business, and ran to our office twice in three days.

When I was studying in Hangzhou, he wrote a line in his own handwriting at the top of the first page of Qiu Shiliang's letter to me: "Xiao Zhang, you must come to Qiancang to see us!" ”

Then the name was stamped with a red handprint.

I think he must have been very hard, because the mimeographs were so heavy that the fingerprints looked pasty.

More than 10 years later, I went to Xiangshan to investigate, and through Wang Guomin, who was the director of the Dancheng Industrial and Commercial Office, I found him on night duty in a vegetable market and chatted for most of the night.

I bought him two cigarettes and was moved:

"How can I smoke your cigarette?!"

I wonder how this cigarette can match the mellow aroma of the clear rice wine he brewed in that era of poor materials!

A few months ago, I learned that he had gone to another world last year, and in my grief I prayed that he would be well in heaven, and that he would be a security officer again, or a commissioner with a gun and a horse!

You are a great person who made me learn to laugh at life!