Huang Erwa scolded: "Whoever escapes, whoever retreats in the face of trouble will be no man. Secretary Song has a big deal. I will come back after I go out for an hour."

"What should we do? Wait for so long?"

Huang Erwa: "You guys play chess, one hundred yuan per game."

"What's the point of playing chess? Forget it, let's go and go back quickly, wait for you... wait, leave the cigarette, and when you come back, buy two packs from Zhuhua."

"What are you buying? Secretary Song asked him to do business and he could not give him cigarettes. Isn't the 51 packs of cigarettes in his bag fragrant?"

When Huang Ming ran to the scheduled location, Song Qingyun happened to arrive.

Song Qingyun: "Huang Ming, I heard you were a scout before?"

“That’s a must.”

"By the way, how about you climbing a tree to the house?"

Huang Ming was alert: "Secretary Song, you can't fool people. I have never done bad things. I am a revolutionary soldier. I have been educated by the Party for many years and are very upright."

Song Qingyun: "No, no, you misunderstood. I want to ask you for help if I have something, but I don't know if I can do it well."

He told Huang Ming in detail about installing his mobile phone at two intersections of Luonan's house.

Although Huang Ming is a man who likes to bet and is unruly, he is actually of bad quality and has a sense of justice. He immediately patted his chest and said, "Song Qingyun, don't worry, I just want to catch this bad guy. I'm paralyzed. He is a widow and life is sad. How pitiful. You are throwing stones at someone. Is this what people do? There's nothing to say, I'm responsible for this matter. By the way, can this phone be photographed by this phone?"

"Yes, yes." Song Qingyun took out the two mobile phones and taught him how to use them, saying: "There is night view mode."

Huang Erwa irritated and exclaimed: "The current technology level is so advanced, and you can see it so clearly at night. Alas, we couldn't touch the night vision device a few times a year when we were training. But would that bad guy still throw stones?"

Song Qingyun: "It's hard to say."

Huang Ming: "It doesn't matter, I just come every day, I don't sleep much at night anyway."

Song Qingyun looked at him suspiciously, not sleeping much, that was just playing cards.

Huang Ming was ready to beat him: "I have patience. Once I catch this bastard, I must beat him to death. Our villagers are ruined by this birdman, so I can't help but breathe."

As he spoke, he could Song Qingyun do it together and tied his two mobile phones to two secret intersections.

Huang Ming said that he would turn on the machine every night at twelve o'clock, collect the one at 3 o'clock and drive the other one at 6 o'clock.

Don't worry, no one will notice this. God knows you and I know this. Huang Erwa patted his chest and promised.

Everything is complete, only the east wind is gone.

In fact, Song Qingyun was also unsure because you didn’t know when the criminal would come.

If he turns his heart and turns to be a newborn, will he be in vain?

When Huang Ming left, he swept away three packs of cigarettes from Song Qingyun's bag, saying that staying up late requires improvement, and catching bad people requires courage. He is very brave!

"You are timid, your courage is just a sweet potato." Song Qingyun shook his head and smiled bitterly.

There were too many things that happened tonight. Song Qingyun glared at once again. Although it was eleven o'clock, he was not sleepy at all.

He saw the fire in a family next to him, singing and laughing, and was curious. He leaned over and saw that many villagers were sitting inside, chatting, and they were all old people.

This is an old wooden house with a house of fifty or sixty years old, and it looks crumbling.

The owner of the house built a new tile house next to it, and this old house is used to store unused houses.

It was cold and the villagers had no entertainment at night, especially the elderly, so they gathered here and burned a brazier to smoke bacon while chatting around the fire.

Song Qingyun looked outside and felt that there was no safety hazard and was about to leave when the topic was chatting inside made him stop.

"When the New Year is over, it will take two months to harvest wheat. In this way, you can still plant a season of rice."

"Yes, you can be harvested in mid-April, and you can't drag the wheat to the beginning of summer. Don't eat the beginning of summer water!"

"The wheat is growing well this year. I just chased the fat. Not to mention that the chicken shit in Xingou's family is very fertile."

"I haven't grown wheat for many years, and I can finally eat wheat cakes this year, but I always feel a little uneasy."

"Well, it's good weather, why don't you be solid? Let's keep your mind in your stomach first, or worry about how to deal with the orange stalks after harvesting the wheat?"

"Oh, this is not easy to deal with." When talking about wheat straw, the old men and women sighed at the same time.

Song Qingyun was curious and walked in: "What's wrong, why are you sighing?"

"Secretary Song, I want to give you some advice." An old lady said fiercely: "If you offend you, you are not allowed to take it to your heart."

Song Qingyun: "You said, if I do something wrong, everyone will scold me casually, and I will not only not refute but also correct it immediately."

A villager handed Zhang Xiao stool over, Song Qingyun sat down, Xiang Huo, so comfortable.

The firewood crackled in the brazier, the fire was red, and the bacon on his head smelled fragrant, which was a bit like a bonfire party.

The old lady cursed, "The officials in your town are just messing around, saying that they can't burn wheat straw. If they burn, they have to be arrested and locked up at the police station. Now we don't have a stove to cook. There are so many wheat straws, and there is no place to throw away the straw, and there is no place to use it. What do you want us to do?"

Qianjin Street used to be the administrative division of the town, but now it has become a street, and the people cannot change their words for the time being.

Song Qingyun explained, mother-in-law, do you think the scenery in Hongshi Village is good? Good, that is quite good. It’s not bragging, not to mention that at our city level, it is in the entire area, with a radius of thousands of miles, all of which are first-class, just like tourist attractions.

Especially the air here, it is quite fresh. By the way, mother-in-law, you are Gui Geng this year.

The old lady replied: "It's eighty-six."

Song Qingyun sighed and said that it was a long life, and said, "Old man, why do you live so long is because of the mountains, rivers, and air here. Think about it, as soon as the wheat straw burns, it is chaotic and the environment is polluted, people will get sick?"

The old lady disagreed, what, what disease did we get? In the past, we used grass here to cook. We used grass for hundreds of years, but we never saw anyone getting strange diseases. Why can't we burn grass now?

Song Qingyun shook his head. Even if he is not sick, he can't stand it. He can't affect others just because you can handle orange stalks alone. Mother-in-law, are you right?

The old lady opposed it again, saying, "Who has it been smoked? The mountains here are high and the wind is strong, and the smoke will be blown away as soon as it comes out."

When she said this, Song Qingyun was speechless again.

Indeed, the altitude here is high and the air pressure is low. Moreover, it is in the valley-pingba area, which happens to be a wind vent. The wind will get strong in the afternoon, and the clothes he hung are blown away several times.

In this way, it seems that burning orange stalks does not pollute any environment. Unlike the plains in the city, when the city was not in charge of burning grains and grass, every summer harvest, farmers in several townships around the city burned grass. The smoke did not dissipate from morning to night, and directly spread into the city.

The entire county town is shrouded in a thick layer of clear smoke, which makes people cough and cry. At the worst, cars must turn on anti-fog lights.

In view of this, the city stipulated that no one was allowed to burn grass, and at one glance it was changed to return the fields. In addition, the firewood stoves in rural areas were gradually changed to burn gas and electricity, and in mountainous rural areas such as Hongshi Village, anthracite was changed to burning.

But there are still farmers who don’t understand the secret burning of grain and grass. Therefore, every time at that time, cadres from all streets and townships would send cars to inspect the city. They found that they were punished with heavy punishments, and fined them thousands of dollars, and were arrested and detained for five days.

Song Qingyun participated in an operation this year and took a car for a few days and was so hot.

"Mother-in-law, even if the wind blows, your cigarettes are blown to other people's territory! Besides, isn't the country paying for everyone's straw and grass to return to the fields now? Then I'll contact the streets to see where there are harvesters. The harvesters are good now. They thresh and crush the straw and return it to the fields, without having to worry about it. The cost is actually not high, and everyone should be able to bear it."

An old man shook his head and objected: "What kind of field should I have? Who dares to use the broken machine? If you use it a few more times, everyone will be hungry. It's better to harvest it with your hands."

Song Qingyun was surprised and asked: "It is impossible for machines to be as good as manual labor. How can we get hungry?"

"Last year ago, we used a harvester to grow rice, which was a small Futian. We also responded to the national call. What was the result? As a result, the paddy fields at home almost couldn't grow grain."

"Yes, this is just a matter of nonsense." When the old man spoke, the others interrupted, as if they were very angry.

After a long time, Song Qingyun understood it after a word of your words.

It turns out that the altitude here is high, the temperature difference between day and night, the ultraviolet rays are strong, the air is fresh, and the environment is so good that it is not a good thing for returning orange stalks to the fields.

In the past few years, after the straw was turned into small sections and returned to the field, I didn’t know what evil was involved. I just couldn’t rot any longer. I buried it in the field for a winter. By the second year, when I was releasing water to plant seedlings, they all floated up and finally failed to harvest.

After the farmers suffered this loss, they stopped returning the fields. Of course, they did not dare to burn the grass, because they would be caught. There was no way, they could only make haystacks and put them on the open space in the fields, and love whoever they loved.

Straw is easy to decompose, and the fibers of wheat straw are longer, harder and less likely to rot. When everyone hears about returning to the field, they are afraid.

An old man said again: "In the past, after we harvested summer and autumn, we had to cook, straw, or rapeseed stalks, either cooking and burning fire, or just piled up in the ground. The wood ash is also fertilizer, and after burning the ground with fire, there were fewer insects. Now, the insects are getting more and more pesticides, and they have to spend dozens of dollars more. I think this is not allowed to burn wheat straw, grain grass, it is just a mess."

"That's right, this is your officials who deliberately punish us farmers."

"Why should you urban people suffer if you have to breathe fresh and clean air? "

Everyone made sense, Song Qingyun smiled bitterly: "Grandpas and grandmas, you can't say that. You are not talking about this in the countryside. You old people live in the countryside and farm in the city, and young people work in the city. Many people settle down there. You don't have to be so clear about it. You don't want your children and grandchildren to be smoked into hot pork, smoked pork in the city, right? By the way, what else can you do with grass and wheat straw in the past?"
Chapter completed!