My wife was reborn, and the first thing she did was to hold on to the transfer order to the city that I was about to sign.
She pointed to the beautiful mountains and rivers outside the window and said to me: "Honey, let's not fight for fame and fortune, but do practical things for the people at the grassroots level. This is better than anything else!"
I nodded repeatedly at the advice, and under her personal guidance, I embarked on a practical path of taking root at the grassroots level.
While others were busy writing big talk materials in the office, I, under my wife's planning, took the lead in building canals and special greenhouses in the valleys.
A speculative businessman wanted to deceive the town with illegal and high-risk projects. My wife took out the policy and compliance manual in advance and politely asked him to leave with a smile.
The more I don't live up to my reputation and the more I stick to the fields, the higher the pile of thank-you banners sent to the town by the common people.
From getting rich through specialty agriculture to improving people's livelihood in old neighborhoods, I have solved the urgent problems and worries of the masses in a down-to-earth manner, and have become a nominal pioneer in the province.
Until the red-headed document of commendation from the province came to my door again, I held the heavy medal and looked innocently at my wife who was eating fruit.
"Daughter-in-law, we agreed to work low-key at the grassroots level. How did you accidentally become a model public servant in the province?"
