> Chen Mo, an ordinary young man from a small town, walked into the county government compound carrying a snakeskin bag and an old suitcase, starting from the lowest level as a clerk. He doesn't understand officialdom. He doesn't know how to give gifts or take sides. He can only honestly write materials, go to villages to investigate, and chew hard bones. When the old city was being renovated, the 19 households that were in trouble were silent. He changed out of his uniform and put on an old cotton-padded jacket and squatted at the entrance of the alley, listening to the people's sincere words. I found that the land planning data did not match up, so I went through the archives alone for three days and wrote a note and tucked it into the materials. I helped farmer Lao Ma run agriculture-related funds, delivered materials to the city, and broke four pairs of shoes. When applying for economic development zone projects, he spent three months writing hundreds of pages of plans. If the data was not solid, he would go to 13 departments again for verification. Someone reported him, and the Discipline Inspection Commission came to investigate. After the investigation, it was found that he had done nothing wrong - it was clean. From section member to deputy section chief, from temporary deputy mayor to county office director, every step is not done through connections, but through doing things one by one and solving problems one by one. On the day when his temporary post expired, the villagers of Qingshi Town chased him to the county to see him off. He didn't say anything, he just repaired the road in the town. This is an epic of growth for grassroots cadres. There is no golden finger, no background, only a heart that wants to do something and a pair of running legs. Deep in the mountains of Qingjiang County, a newly built road is extending. And his journey has just begun.
