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It is very dangerous for the old man to ride a motorcycle, so he dare not take the old man there by motorcycle, anyway, the hospital is not far away.

Zhou Qian followed Qin Feng all the time, holding her hands in front of her chest.

Qin Feng helped Grandma Li into the health center. He originally wanted to find Hong Yue, but Hong Yue was on the night shift last night and was not there now, so Qin Feng found another nurse to bandage and apply medicine to the old man.

After bandaging, Qin Feng sent the old man out of the hospital.

"Director Qin, how much is the medical treatment? I'll give it to you." The old man said to Qin Feng.

"I've said it all. I'm the leader. I don't need to pay for bringing people here to see a doctor. It's free." Qin Feng lied to the old man.

"Grandma Li, walk slowly on the way back by yourself. I'll take care of all the oranges on your tree. I want to give them away. I need them urgently. You must not sell them to others, and you must not pick them out for sale again. Do you know?" Qin Feng was afraid that the old man would pick oranges for sale again, so he lied.

The old man left the hospital gratefully.

After the old man left, Qin Feng returned to the hospital, went to the payment office and paid the money himself.

Zhou Qian has been following Qin Feng, so she is clear about everything Qin Feng has done.

"Why?" Zhou Qian came over and asked Qin Feng as he was walking down the street.

"what why?"

"It's impossible for you to eat so many oranges by yourself. Why did you buy them all? The oranges cost two cents a catty, and they can't be worth 200 yuan. Besides, you lied to him that you brought her to the doctor for free, but You secretly paid for her just now." Zhou Qian asked a series of questions.

"You have [-] whys, why are there so many?" Qin Feng didn't have much affection for Zhou Qian, mainly because the two had a bad impression from the first time they met.

Qin Feng walked out in big strides, in a bad mood, not because Zhou Qian always bothered him, but because he saw Grandma Li coming out to sell oranges at such an old age, and her life was so difficult , So humble, he kept thinking about why this happened.

"Are you familiar with her? Why do you help her like this?" Zhou Qian kept asking Qin Feng.

Qin Feng stopped impatiently at Zhou Qian's question, turned around and said to Zhou Qian, "If she was your grandma, what would you do if you saw her like this?"

"Huh?" Zhou Qian was taken aback.

"She is 73 years old this year. Her son died in a car accident two years ago, her daughter-in-law remarried, and her husband jumped to his death a few months ago. Not only is she unable to work, she also suffered from a serious illness last year. You are taking medicine to maintain your life. Just tell me, if you encountered this kind of thing, would you help or not?" Qin Feng asked Zhou Qian.

After Qin Feng finished speaking, he strode out, walked to the side of the motorcycle, looked at the two big bags of oranges tied to the motorcycle, untied them, took out a few big oranges from inside and handed them to Zhou Qian, saying, "Taste it!"

Zhou Qian was also polite, peeled the orange and ate it: "This orange is very good, big, sweet, and full of water."

"Like to eat? Then I'll give you these two big bags of oranges later."

"Ah? Don't you want to eat?"

"Oranges...hehe, Bishan is short of everything, but there is no shortage of oranges, and oranges are the least valuable. See if the old man got up at two in the middle of the night and carried it for more than three hours, and his head was broken. It's just for two cents a catty, and it still can't be sold." Qin Feng sneered, and there was an unknown fire in his heart, which he couldn't suppress.

Originally thought oranges were quite sweet, but Zhou Qian suddenly felt that oranges were not sweet after being told by Qin Feng.

Qin Feng got on the motorcycle as he spoke, Zhou Qian quickly swallowed the orange, and then straddled Qin Feng's motorcycle.

Qin Feng rode a motorcycle down the village, and the first thing he went to was the family that had just applied for serious illness relief today. Qin Feng went to learn more about the situation, and before leaving, he took out 500 yuan from his pocket and gave it to the family.

Qin Feng walked in the village for a day, and Zhou Qian followed Qin Feng for a day, and drove away from Bishan after dark.

Qin Feng went to the Shannan County Transportation Bureau again the next day, wanting to inquire about the approval of the Niujiaoshan road construction application report, but no one gave him an answer after asking the transportation bureau all day. Angrily went home.

After coming back in the evening, he went directly to Yang Delin's house for a drink, and met some colleagues from the Civil Affairs Office.

Qin Feng worked desperately during the day, and at night he either went to drink at Yang Delin's place or at Li Dejun's house, and every time he got very drunk, he would fall into bed and fall asleep when he came back.

He arranged his time so tightly that he had no time to think about Hu Jiayun.But every night when he suddenly woke up from his dream at midnight, he would still be sleepless all night.

Li Jing hurt him the most, but Hu Jiayun was the woman who hurt him the most.

Qin Feng still went to work early in the morning, but instead of entering his office, he went to Li Dejun's office.

"What happened? I came to my office early in the morning." Li Dejun threw a cigarette to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng lit a cigarette, smoked and said, "I've encountered something in the past two days, and I feel uncomfortable. I want to talk to you."

Therefore, Qin Feng told Li Dejun in detail about the situation when he met the old lady selling oranges.

"There is no way. Our place is poor, let alone her. There are many people in their 90s and [-]s who still do heavy work every day. If you are poor, if you don't do it, you will starve to death. What can you do?" Li Dejun also sighed.

"I was thinking, what should we do in poverty alleviation work? If the so-called poverty alleviation work is to submit a lot of forms every month, it is better not to do it. And the monthly allocation for poor households Then a little money can't solve the fundamental problem, the poor are still poor, and the suffering is still suffering. Lao Li, do I think we should do something more?" Qin Feng said.

"But what can we do? You? Me? Or Xu Guoli and Wang Yunfei? There are some things that we can't change just by changing them. We are just the bottom of the pack." Li Dejun sighed again.

"I can understand your thoughts and want to do something for them, but this problem cannot be solved by you and me alone. You can ensure that every penny allocated from above will be sent to those who really need it on time and in volume There is already immeasurable merit in the hands of people." Li Dejun sighed for the third time.