"Have Lao Dian opened a hot pot restaurant? Why haven't he heard him say it?" After coming out of Chen Zhonggui, Song Qingyun was confused when he remembered what Xu Shuang said just now.

After thinking about it, he mostly discussed with Liu Yonghua about the matter in the village during this period. At most, he asked Chen Jianguo to verify the situation, but he did not see other village committee members.

As for Gong Zhenxin, the old man's health seems to have had another problem recently. He was sent to the city by Tang Xia and his wife the day before yesterday. It will probably take several days to come back.

He walked towards Laodiao Inn and walked outside the Liu Grandma's house.

This is the core area of ​​Hongshi Village and is also a tourist attraction for check-in.

It was noon and a group of tourists took photos here.

Grandma Liu was rummaging through the trash can, picking out the plastic bottles inside one by one, flattening them into a snakeskin pocket, and preparing to sell them for money.

Seeing that the trash can was stinking so badly that she was turning it over, Song Qingyun was helpless.

Her son Liao Qiming and daughter-in-law Huo Ma were not without her milk, and eating was not a big problem. But this mother-in-law just likes to pick up the garbage home and keep it.

The village cadres went to him several times and said, "Mrs. Liu, you did this to destroy the environment in our village. The tourists were disgusted when they saw it. Did it destroy the major plan for our village to develop tourism? Besides, you only picked up a lot of garbage in a day. Our place is far away from the city, and the little money sold is not enough to pay for the travel expenses."

Grandma Liu calmed down a little.

Song Qingyun was wondering how to persuade her not to do this in the future, but she didn't expect that the rural minibus would be opened to traffic and she could go into the city for five yuan. The sixth mother-in-law applied for an elderly card again, which was free. In this way, it would be convenient to go to the city to sell waste, and the old lady became even more aggressive and became more and more excited to pick up waste.

Every three or five days, she would take a large bag of scraps to the car.

But the bus master was very good, so she helped her put the bag on the roof and tied it with a rope. In order to facilitate the passengers' luggage, the roof of the miniature car was equipped with luggage racks, making it look pretty.

Song Qingyun: "Mrs. Liu, are you using renewable resources again?"

The sixth mother-in-law trembled slightly: "Secretary Song, I haven't eaten meat for half a month, I'm so bitter!"

Song Qingyun: "Old man, I saw you go to the city to sell scrap the day before yesterday. How much did you sell?"

"I asked Secretary Song to sell it for thirty-six and fifty cents."

"My blessing is not very valuable."

"Secretary Song, I haven't eaten meat for a month."

The old lady was a little confused, and Song Qingyun was amused and crying: "Didn't you sell all the money? Are you cutting your own flesh?"

"My son is unfilial, and my wife wants to thunder and will not give me money. I have no meat to eat."

"Okay, I can't talk to you anymore." Song Qingyun thought of the contamination of Wushuidou, and his heart moved and asked, "Grandma Liu, are you still eating well water? What's the water quality recently?"

Whether it is Maogen or Xu Shuang, the reason for the contamination of the ditch is attributed to inns and farmhouses. Song Qingyun also thinks this is very likely. Otherwise, why did the water in the village have good water sources before? How did the water quality become worse when rural tourism is developed?

Water and electricity safety is one of the main tasks of village cadres.

Hongshi Village used to eat well water, boiling coal and firewood from the mountains. A few years ago, the country fed the village to tap water and asked them to use electricity to cook. However, because there were too many poor households in the village, many people felt sorry for the water and electricity bills, or had developed the habit of saving, and still ate well water to boil the grain grass.

Whether to eat well water or tap water depends entirely on voluntary action, Song Qingyun really can't control it.

As a village cadre, Song Qingyun had no choice. You could not take people to the house to seal the well and smash the stove, right?

The Hongshi villagers are tough and do that, they must fight you.

Hearing him ask, Grandma Liu: "What is water quality?"

Song Qingyun: "Is the well water delicious? Is it the same as before?"

Grandma Liu: "Water is like that. What's the difference? It's just...it seems to be a little bit funny?"

"Huakou, what is Huakou?" Song Qingyun was puzzled.

At this moment, a villager passed by them and answered: "It's just a loud voice."

Only then did Song Qingyun realize that the so-called flower mouth is a special word in the local dialect. It specifically refers to the strange smell after being stored for a long time, and the throat was very uncomfortable with the horseshoe crab when eaten.

That's not bad. Song Qingyun realized the seriousness of the problem and hurriedly ran into Liu's grandma's house, hung a bucket with a rope to get the water. When he saw that there were a few stars of oil on the water.

He tasted it again, with a hint of strange kerosene smell.

This...can this be eaten?

Song Qingyun looked around in the village again, feeling worried.

Hongshi Village is surrounded by mountains and a canyon in the middle, where villagers live on the flat dam at the lowest point.

The water flows to the lower part, and the water around it will eventually gather here.

It is the peak tourist season again. A few days and hundreds of tourists live in the village. Everyone eats, drinks, defecation and scatters, and eventually they are poured into the mud and turned into groundwater. Over time, the water quality deteriorates and everyone has problems with their health, so the responsibility is great.

The water is not polluted early or later, but after developing rural tourism in Hongshi Village, the taste becomes strange. The biggest suspicion is the inns and farmhouses in the village.

Song Qingyun hurried to Laodian's house.

Some days I didn’t see Lao Dian. When I arrived at his house, I found that it was very lively and tourists were coming in and out of the yard.

A young man was playing guitar under the fig tree of the old house, and a little girl was singing folk songs softly there, but she couldn't understand it.

The inn invited several women from the village to help, and they were picking vegetables. Four dustpans were placed on the ground, looking green and green.

Lao Diao held a teacup made of glass canned bottles and directed everyone to work. "Pick the vegetables for me, leave all the tender leaves, and don't even want old stalks. Don't offend customers to make this little money. We rural people must be conscientious in doing business and be generous."

"What's going on with your nails? It's so long, it's covered in black mud. It's almost cut and clean with a brush. It's not like that. When you serve the dishes, isn't that disgusting?"

"Are you cooking the soup? There are two tables of hot pot at noon and three tables of hot pot at night. I'll deduct your salary if it's too late?"

He is domineering.

Song Qingyun smiled and said, "Old Dai, two tables of hot pot at noon and three tables at night. Your business is really good! No wonder you haven't been to the village committee recently and are busy making a fortune!"

Lao Dian: "Secretary Song, you are here. What wind blows you?"

Song Qingyun: "I'll take a look at the situation in your store."

"It turns out to be an inspection work. Secretary Song, please come in." Lao Dian laughed and said, "I am also a member of the village committee. I understand the policies, so I will definitely not make any mistakes."

"Why, what do you mean is that I'm here to make trouble for you? If I say that, I'm really going to look for it."

Lao Dian: "Secretary Song, I'll take you to the store to take a look."

Laodiao Inn originally had eight rooms. Because of the good business, the old couple vacated their bedroom again and simply renovated it into a guest room. They went to the old house next to them.

There are six double rooms in the nine rooms and three triple rooms, which are now fully occupied. Moreover, the guest paid for two months' room payment as soon as he arrived, and it seems that he was planning to escape the summer heat here.

Not counting these guests, there are still many individual tourists who come to him to eat hot pot.

Lao Dian was full of energy and said, "Secretary Song, it's not bragging. My family ranks first in the village business. Who said that we are a member of the village committee and understand policies!"

Song Qingyun smiled in his heart: Your good business has nothing to do with whether you are a village cadre or not. The key is that your environment is good, and the food is delicious, but you don’t have to worry about customers.

Laodian's family is all old houses, with antique colors and no fragrance, and the pastoral atmosphere is coming. After a simple decoration, it will have a different charm. Today's urban literary youths like this tone the most.
Chapter completed!