Song Qingyun looked at a few women washing vegetables. After they finished washing, the water was poured directly into the eaves next to them.

The eaves of Laodiao's house go directly from a sewer entrance beside the wall.

The hole was about one foot square, and a layer of mud was accumulated at the bottom of the ditch. Oil flowers appeared on the water surface, and the water color turned into a strange blue color. The stench came to the nose, and mosquitoes buzzed and flew around.

Song Qingyun was not busy talking about this and asked: "Lao Dai, when did you learn how to make hot pot? Why haven't you heard you say it before? How does it taste?"

Lao Dian said, "Who am I? The old cadre in Hongshi Village has naturally tasted very good. It seems that it is noon, so let's just have hot pot and drink together."

Song Qingyun smiled and said, whether the cooking is delicious or not has nothing to do with whether you are an old cadre. According to Secretary Gong’s last meeting at the village committee, everyone grew up eating corn rice, and the pigs cannot be eaten carefully, so don’t be sloppy.

Lao Dian then laughed and said, Secretary Song, tell you the truth, this hot pot is really simple. There are hot pot bases sold in the supermarket. If tourists want to eat it, we can put it in and cook it. If you are more particular, you can make some soup for you. I am unhappy and use tap water directly. Don’t say that those bases are really good, and there are all brands and all kinds of flavors.

High-spicy, medium-spicy, slightly spicy, Dezhuang, CQ hotpot, save one hand, Qianjiao and Baiqiu, Haidilao, pickled fish...

Every time I enter the city, I go straight to the supermarket and buy dozens of bags of base materials back.

Song Qingyun was speechless: "You can think of it... It's really a good idea."

Lao Dian laughed and said, "Who am I?"

"You are an old cadre, you are a member of the village committee." Song Qingyun asked again: "The base material problem has been solved. How did you make other dishes?"

"There are fat beefs, meatballs, crab sticks, chicken wings and so on in the supermarket. They made them back and cooked them in a pot. I picked some vegetarian dishes in the field, and tourists said they were fine after eating them."

"It's really good. By the way, your hot pot is not made of old oil, right?" Song Qingyun asked as if nothing had happened.

"How can I use old oil?" Lao Dian jumped up as if the cat with his tail was stepped on: "I am a cadre, I understand policies, and using old oil is illegal. I use fresh rapeseed oil every time. Song Qingyun, you may not be able to joke around."

Song Qingyun: "Do you pour out the leftover hotpot soup every time the tourists eat?"

"Dumped."

"Where did it?"

"Nonsense, have you gone into the ditch?" Today, Song Qingyun asked questions when he came to his house, as if he was torturing the prisoner, which made Lao Xue feel a little uneasy and immediately impatient.

Song Qingyun nodded: "This sentence with you is enough, so I'll ask you for an explanation."

Lao Dian: "Song Qingyun, what you have in your words can be explained in detail."

Song Qingyun: "Old Dian, this is the case. I went to the ground to see the water diversion canal today. The water in the ditch was dirty and could no longer be used for irrigation. In addition, the groundwater in the village was also polluted, especially the well water, which had a kerosene smell. I suspect that the water was stained by you merchants, so come and take a look."

Lao Dian shouted: "You blame me for being dirty because the water is dirty. You said the well water has a kerosene smell. There is no kerosene in my hot pot. I want to find another family. Song Qingyun, do you think I have a good business and are not happy with me? "

Song Qingyun: "Old Dian, you are a village cadre. We have been working together for almost a year. You don't know who I am. Can I harm you in the whole village? The safety of water is related to the entire Hongshi Village. Think about it, you see so much oil and water poured into the ditch and poured into the mud. Who dares to drink that water?"

Lao Dian: "If you don't dare to drink, don't drink it. Can't you eat tap water? If you can't even afford to eat tap water, you deserve to die of thirst. OK, Song Qingyun, you said I have polluted the groundwater and come up with evidence."

Song Qingyun: "What do you deserve to die of thirst if you can't afford to eat tap water? Are you talking about humans? I have no evidence. When I find it, you have to talk about it."

At this moment, suddenly, someone outside shouted: "It's amazing, it's amazing, the sewer has exploded. Lao Dian, come and have a look, something happened."

"What sewer exploded?" Song Qingyun and Lao Dian were shocked and hurried out.

As mentioned earlier, Hongshi Village is an old house and street. In ancient times, it was a node of the Ancient Tea-Horse Road. A large number of merchants settled in it, bought houses and land, and also built a drainage system for dinner.

There are hidden ditches under the stone roads in the village, and some places are also equipped with ceramic pipes.

Song Qingyun and Lao Diao ran out of the inn, but saw that the ground at Lao Diao's door had already broken a hole, and the dirty water of black and yellow water was all wade all over the ground.

The condensed butter, rotten vegetable leaves, pepper crumbs, pepper granules, red, green and colorful. The smell is soaring into the sky, and the people in the middle are about to vomit.

The young man and woman who were singing folk songs in the yard just now had been so smoky that she hid back to her room, and no one picked up the guitar thrown on the ground.

Lao Dian was shocked and scolded the women who helped the workers: "I told you not to throw the garbage into the ditch. You don't listen. Now it's fine. So dirty, who dares to come in for dinner? Who dares to stay in a store? Deduct money, all the money. You are all wooden people. Come and take your house to clear the sewer. Bastards, you must have deliberately messed up when I see my wealth and jealousy."

Several women in the store hurried out to clear the ditch and did not perform.

Song Qingyun pointed at the place of disgrace: "Old Dian, should you give me an explanation?"

Lao Dian: "What's the point? Do you still want to close my store?"

Song Qingyun: "I don't have the power to close your store. I just remind you that the water in this village is polluted, and you are also responsible for your old dating,"

"I'm not responsible, it's all my business. Song Qingyun, you have something to say, what exactly should you do?"

Song Qingyun: "Don't let the hot pot be done for the time being? You know that the hot pot is full of oil, and it will condense when it enters the ditch, and it will be blocked like this. You are a village cadre, so you have to set an example."

Lao Dian: "Who is a village cadre? Can I be a bad person if I am not a good person?"

"You are not doing it?" Song Qingyun widened his eyes in surprise.

"Yes, I don't serve you anymore. If we don't set an example, what can you do to me?" Lao Dian sneered: "It only costs a month to be a village committee member, and it also delays the work at home. It's not bragging, but I can make a profit after selling two tables of hot pot. Others are a treasure as village cadres, but I think it's air."

"What are you angry about? Is this just a matter of not doing it?" Song Qingyun shouted: "A village cadre must be exempted from one third of the village's request, and then a village meeting is held, and half of the people must vote to agree before they can be dismissed."

Lao Dian: "What are you doing with such a complicated thing? Can't I just give up the show? You Song Qingyun can still send someone to tie me up?"

"You..." Song Qingyun was so angry that he couldn't speak.

He took out his phone to tell Gong Zhenxin about this. Lao Dian was rebellious and was not afraid of anyone, but only feared Gong Zhenxin.

However, if this matter needs to be resolved by Secretary Gong, where is Song Qingyun’s power and how can he do his job in the future?

When Song Qingyun thought of this, he became depressed.

Suddenly, he remembered what Lao Dian said to him just now and immediately had an idea. He was not annoyed, but said with a smile: "Lao Dian, your hot pot business is good! As far as I know, there are several inns in the village that are not very good, such as Chen Zhonggui's family, which has not opened for several days. Your business idea is good, and that girl Xu Shuang is quite good, willing to work hard, solid, and clever. How about you give me some advice and make hot pot like this?"

Lao Dian's face changed drastically: "Song Qingyun, what do you mean? Are you trying to get my base heat?" This business is very simple, just buy the hot pot base and put it in the pot, pour the broth and cook the dishes. Don't learn it too easily. If every household makes hot pot, he will make a lot of money.

Song Qingyun smiled and said, "Be rich first and then wealthy, let's be prosperous together!"

"you……"

After a long time, Lao Dian said, "Forget it, you are cruel. I will pour the leftover hot pot soup into the toilet. As for other daily water, I have no place to drain it. I have to pour it into the ditch. Is this OK?"

Song Qingyun: "As long as there is no oil in the water, I can only pour it into the waterway for the time being."

Lao Dian: "Then you promised me how to make hot pot and can't you tell others?"

Song Qingyun: "You told me not to tell me, why did you tell me just now? OK, I use my personality to guarantee that I won't tell others your business secrets. Will you still resign as a member of the village committee?"

Lao Dan turned his head with a dark face.

"That's all, I'll do it. I'll find time to hold a meeting and discuss the rectification of sewage discharge in various inns. I hope you can speak enthusiastically then."

"What do you say? I'm getting tonsils."

"Lao Dai, aren't you going to treat me to hot pot?" Song Qingyun: "I'm really a little hungry."

After saying that, he burst into laughter.

Lao Dian is a man who is a ghost and never cooperates with Song Qingyun at work.

Today, our Secretary Xiao Song ate him tightly and felt extremely happy.

After coming out of Laodiao Inn, he was thinking about going back to the room to soak instant noodles and dealing with the lunch simply, and his aunt found him: "Brother Song, Brother Song, grandpa is making loach and drilling tofu, let me invite you to dinner."

Song Qingyun teased her: "I am the first secretary and can't go to the public for a meal. If my superiors find out, it will be bad."

Aunt: "You have caught loaches too. Besides, according to the rules here, go up the mountain to hunt, and you will have a share of the people you see. Oh, go quickly, if you don't go, I can't get a job with my grandfather."

After saying that, he reached out to grab Song Qingyun's sleeve and shook it endlessly.

When Song Qingyun thought of the dirty water in the ditch, he felt disgusting. How dare he eat it?

He was shaken by his aunt constantly, and his heart was about to melt when he saw the cute little girl.

Helplessly, I had to nod, "Don't shake it, my body is about to be shaken apart by you. Okay, I'll go. By the way, what other dishes did your grandfather cook besides loaches and tofu?"

"There is a bloody vegetable and a pot of meat."

When Song Qingyun heard the meat was re-cooked, he said, "Go away, I have to go!"

At worst, don’t eat loaches. Can’t I eat other dishes?

Lao Huang’s large piece of Lianshan’s double-cooked pork is awesome and should not be missed.

Lao Huang’s cooking skills are nothing to say, and Song Qingyun is really a little slandered.
Chapter completed!