Liu Qingyu immediately connected the phone.

"Boss, today I found in the process of inspection that there are three very polluting enterprises hidden at the boundary of the high-tech zone, the black sewage is directly discharged into the Wula River, I am now 20 meters away from the river, you can smell a very pungent rancid smell, the grass and trees along the river are withered and yellow, there is a village not far in front of me that is surrounded by graves, and I can't see a few people in a huge village. Boss, I suspect that the environmental pollution problem here is very serious. When Tang Zhiyong spoke, his voice showed a strong sense of worry.

After hearing Tang Zhiyong's call, Liu Qingyu was really stunned.

He has always believed that the main reason why the development zone has been unable to attract investment is that the leadership of the high-tech zone is not effective, and now after hearing Tang Zhiyong's words, Liu Qingyu suddenly realized that I am afraid that the problem of the high-tech zone is definitely not only a unilateral problem of the previous leadership team, I am afraid that this environmental pollution is also a very important problem.

Liu Qingyu immediately said in a deep voice: "Okay, Zhiyong, you continue to inspect, what about the camera, right? ”

After hanging up the phone, Liu Qingyu's brows immediately furrowed.

At this time, Xia Pengfei saw that Liu Qingyu was so busy, and immediately said: "District Chief, then I will arrange a car for you immediately and send you over." ”

Liu Qingyu nodded: "That's it, you just took office, it is estimated that you haven't had a good relationship with those people in the driver class, and I will let Zhao Ran take you to the driver class to show your face and announce your position, during this time, you should look for a good job in the driver class to see if there is a suitable person, if there is, you can find a full-time driver for me." ”

Xia Pengfei immediately nodded and went out.

Ten minutes later, Liu Qingyu immediately drove out of the district government compound and rushed directly to the adjacent place of the high-tech zone and Lubei District.

When Liu Qingyu drove to the place called Fenglong Village that Tang Zhiyong said, he found that at the entrance of the village, Liu Xiaofei and his right-hand man Zhang Deyong and Tang Zhiyong were standing at the entrance of the village with a grim face, and beside them, there was a villager in his 60s, Liu Xiaofei and they were listening to the villager's story.

Seeing Liu Qingyu coming by car, the villager's face looked a little panicked, and he was about to turn around and leave, when Liu Xiaofei grabbed his arm and said: "Fellow, don't be afraid, this is the director of the management committee of the high-tech zone, including your village, which belongs to the management of the high-tech zone, he is different from other officials, he is here to call the shots for you." ”

The villager was stunned when he heard Liu Xiaofei's words, but his eyes were full of doubts.

Liu Qingyu was quite surprised to see Liu Xiaofei also appear at the scene, but he didn't show it, but immediately looked at the villager and said: "Fellow countryman, hello, I am Liu Qingyu, director of the Management Committee of the High-tech Zone, your village belongs to the jurisdiction of the Management Committee, you can report anything to me." ”

The wrinkled villager looked at Liu Qingyu with a yellow, lonely, and confused look and said, "You...... Can you really be the master of our village? Some officials and even reporters have come here in the past and said that they can call the shots for us, but in the end they still came to nothing. ”

As he said this, a trace of sadness and despair passed through the depths of the villager's eyes. He really had utterly despaired of all the officials. In his opinion, the officials in the world are generally dark, and no one will come out to call the shots for the villagers of their remote and poor village.

Hearing the old farmer's voice with a hint of desolation, Liu Qingyu's heart trembled.

He saw clearly the look in the eyes of the villager when he said those words just now, the despair, the sadness, made Liu Qingyu feel a deep tingling.

Liu Qingyu said in a deep voice: "Fellow, I don't dare to say that I will definitely be able to solve the matter for you, but I promise you that as long as I still have a breath, I will try my best to solve everyone's various difficulties for all the people in the jurisdiction." ”

For this old farmer who was already full of despair for officials, Liu Qingyu did not give an absolute promise, because he knew that the old farmer must have heard too much promise, but the result made him very disappointed, so his heart is almost desperate now.

After hearing Liu Qingyu's words, the old farmer glanced at Liu Qingyu with some surprise, there was a ray of hope in his eyes, and then he knelt on the ground with a puff, and said bitterly: "Lord Qingtian, please be the master of our Fenglong Village, otherwise, in less than 20 years, I am afraid that all the people in our entire village will die of speech." ”

Liu Qingyu was stunned after hearing this, he immediately helped the old farmer up, asked him to stand up, and asked very anxiously: "Fellow, what is going on, why would you say this?"

The old peasant wiped a handful of tears, a black flower on his old face full of vicissitudes, and began to tell the tragic experience of their entire small village in the past ten years with a little sad sobbing in his voice.

More than 10 years ago, their small village was known as a wealthy village, with fertile land, and the Ula River, easy irrigation, and abundant fish and shrimp. Twelve years ago, however, a paper mill was built on the ground in the north area of the east bank of the Ula River, and soon after the paper mill was built, the water of the Ula River was no longer as clear as it used to be, and it was dark all day long, and it still emitted a pungent stench. In the first few years, the villagers didn't feel anything. It's just that it tastes a little bad.

However, nine years ago, on the west bank of the Wula River, a fertilizer factory and then a pesticide factory were built on the ground in the high-tech zone.

At first, the pungent smell of the fertilizer and pesticide factories made the villagers afraid to open the windows, but later, even if the windows were closed tightly, the pungent smell could not be stopped, and later the villagers had to cover their noses with wet towels when they slept. Over the next nine years, 108 people died of cancer in this small village of just over 280 people, accounting for 90% of all deaths in the village. More than 50% of cancer deaths occur under the age of 50, and the youngest patient dies from cancer before the age of 3.

There are a wide range of cancer types for patients with esophageal cancer, stomach cancer, lymphoma, lung cancer, liver cancer, uterine cancer, and bowel cancer. Even among the remaining living villagers, the prevalence of cancer patients is still as high as more than 50%, that is, the remaining 50% of the body also has this disease, and those young people with some ability have all fled the village to seek survival elsewhere.

As a result of the long-term use of sewage to irrigate the land, the soil has become more alkaline and compacted, and grain production has declined; the pigs raised by the villagers can only grow to more than 60 kilograms, and most of them still suffer from rotten hoof. The villagers did not dare to eat the grain they produced, so they had to sell it in the markets farther away, and exchange it for grain from other places to eat.

However, what really made the villagers of Fenglong Village feel very desperate was that they had repeatedly looked for the staff of the Management Committee of the High-tech Zone, but at that time, the staff of the Management Committee promised to help them solve the problem, but every time there was no follow-up, and the villagers of their village had gathered to go to the municipal government, but after the person in charge at that time listened to their report, he said a few words to them to guarantee the solution, and there was no follow-up.

Later, due to the death of people one after another, and many young people fled their homes, they could not do it even if they wanted to gather, and could only wait for death with despair.

After hearing the old farmer's sad and bloody voice, Liu Qingyu felt that the anger in his heart was unbearable, Liu Qingyu nodded lightly and said, "Fellow, can you take me to your house to see the well water you drink?"

The old farmer nodded, and took Liu Qingyu, Liu Xiaofei, and Tang Zhiyong into a tiled house not far away.

This tiled house still looks a little new, and the exterior decoration is not bad, but when entering the far gate, no one comes out.

At this time, Liu Xiaofei looked at the old man and asked, "Old man, what about your family?"

When the old farmer heard Liu Xiaofei's question, he burst into tears again: "I have no family anymore, I am the only old man in the whole family, my son died in an accident while working in a fertilizer factory, my daughter-in-law remarried and left, my wife and my 3-year-old grandson all died of cancer." ”

Saying this, the old peasant squatted on the ground and cried sadly.

At this moment, Liu Qingyu, Liu Xiaofei, and Tang Zhiyong all felt a wave of sadness coming, and the corners of their eyes were all moist.

No one thought that in this small village, such a tragic thing would happen.

Liu Xiaofei's face had become extremely gloomy at this moment, and there was a little more anger and dissatisfaction in his eyes when he looked at Liu Qingyu.

At this time, Liu Qingyu stood up, walked to the water pump next to him, opened the electric gate and pumped a bucket of water.

When the bucket of water was pumped up, Liu Qingyu smelled a strong pungent smell, and what really made Liu Qingyu feel angry was that the well water turned out to be red.

At this time, the old farmer had already cried and stood up, and said to Liu Qingyu: "Lord Qingtian, look at it, this is the drinking water of our village. Our well is quite deep, more than 30 meters, and even so, the water is still like this, and most of the wells of other villagers are not as deep as mine, and their well water tastes stronger than ours. So far, 18 of the 280 families in our village have died, 15 have only one or two people left, and almost every family has died of various cancers. ”

After Liu Qingyu listened, he gritted his teeth and said: "Fellow, don't worry, I Liu Qingyu is in charge of this matter, and I want to let these three factories ...... for a week No, all work will be stopped within 2 days! This is my promise to you, to all the villagers!"