noon.

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

Yang Rui dropped the wheelbarrow for half a load and couldn't help rubbing his sore shoulder.

The "commandos" who were immersed in their work halfway through the mountain also walked down in twos and threes.

At the same time, a tempting aroma was already floating by the creek, which was a dozen large pots, and at the same time, when the lid of the pot was opened, the breath wafted out.

"Picnic." Yang Rui looked up at the blue sky and yelled smoothly: "Trash is put away, don't litter the trash."

Comrade Yang Feng was carrying a big horn at his waist, and when he heard what Yang Rui said, he raised it up, "Hey" twice, and said: "I have heard what my son, um, Comrade Yang Rui said, every village. The leader, the captains of the major teams, and the leaders of the groups, all take responsibility. Whoever throws away the trash, who puts it away, puts it in the trash collection place, oh, the trash dump here, we will take it away. "

At this moment, everyone understood, and agreed one by one.

Yang Feng lifted his chin to Yang Rui, walked slowly, and said, "If you see it, you have to be responsible for others. Talking all over the sky is useless. You have to be clear about who is responsible."

"Yes." Yang Rui allowed Comrade Yang Feng to explain his management science. Although he has not studied systematically, decades of political experience and training in township work have given Yang Feng a lot of dry goods.

Several people passing by, heard Comrade Yang Feng's experience, and followed them with interest.

There are no books today. The homogeneity of books in Xinhua Bookstore is very serious, and most of them are old books. It is not easy for people to listen to new things.

Yang Feng is also a good teacher, as if chatting, he continued with a smile: "Clear responsibilities can also help boost morale. For example, if you set a goal for a task force, if it is completed, then it is worthy of praise. It is not completed. It must be criticized. If the responsibility is not clear, isn't it a mess?"

"Correct."

"When we build this power line now, we have higher requirements for responsibilities, right? Everyone has their own duties. Well, this may not be possible. Even if the responsibility is to the team, each team has its own role. We reward those who are rewarded, and criticize those who should be criticized. Only in this way will everyone's morale be high."

"Yes."

"What you are doing now is not bad, but there are still shortcomings. Look at everyone, are they all tired? This is not possible. If this continues, the work in the afternoon will not be completed, but the workload of the day will be reduced. "

"Yep."

"At this time, we must go deep into the masses, have a chat with everyone, understand everyone's needs, spread our ideas, and don't do things with your heads stuffed, but let everyone understand the truth of what you do."

When Comrade Yang Feng said this, he cordially expressed his condolences to the old farmers who were resting on the sidelines.

The young people followed Yang Feng's buttocks and looked very happy.

Yang Feng said that he was happier, just not talking about his "imperial arts".

The old peasants who were comforted were also very cooperative. Listening to Comrade Yang Feng’s words, they simultaneously replied: "I am fifty-three this year and my legs and feet are a little awkward, but I still came here. I can help as much as I can. How busy."

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

"Don't worry, let's continue working in the afternoon." Yang Feng watched him rehearse twice before asking the old farmer to sit down.

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

"There is meat!"

"Big bones! And luncheon meat!"

A few happy shouts unexpectedly suspended the chatting of hundreds of people in the audience, and at the same time stopped Yang Feng's "roadside speech while working on the South-West Transmission Line."

After a few seconds, the crowd suddenly moved.

Everyone moved forward courageously, you go ahead and I go in, and you can't see the tiredness after labor.

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

The shovel fell to the ground, and the clothes were covered on the shovel, almost indistinguishable from one another.

The old peasant's movements are indistinguishable. He can't see where the clothes fall. He just twists his right foot and kicks his left foot, and the whole person shoots an arrow.

When the chaotic crowd still raised their necks, stretched out their hands, and walked fast while looking around, the old peasant's speed had already risen completely, and he disappeared into the crowd with crutches.

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

Are the legs and feet inconvenient?

How about the fifty-three-year-old who speaks?

Are you exhausted?

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

"Give way."

"Give way."

"Don't squeeze."

"Don't squeeze!"

In the col, there are all kinds of calls and cries everywhere, and it is like going to a market.

In an instant, Yang Rui and Yang Feng's side were emptied.

"The meat you bought?" Yang Feng touched his head, a little understanding.

Yang Rui nodded and said, "I told Xibao Roulian Factory that they sent some big bones to make the soup, and bought canned luncheon meat for everyone to try."

Nowadays, luncheon meat is not available in rural areas, so it is considered a rare commodity.

Of course, the luncheon meat from the Xibao Meat Union Factory is not something anyone can buy. It was also Yang Rui's request and they were sent.

Yang Feng twitched the corners of his mouth twice, and asked, "It cost a lot of money."

"The money that Huarui paid, I think it can increase morale and speed up the progress of the project.

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

I have worked so hard to talk to you about the experience~lightnovelpub.net~ how did you do it? Are you going to buy meat?

Buying meat can boost morale. Who doesn't know that eating meat will make you motivated. Can you afford it?

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

Yang Feng sighed for a long time and said, "You ate meat for everyone today. Everyone has to do it hard. Have you ever thought that if you don't buy meat in the future, do you have a psychological gap?"

"Why didn't you buy meat?" Yang Rui's eyes were full of curiosity, and the old man looked anxious.

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

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

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

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