Villagers in Qianjin Village, Zhangqiu Town, Huashan District, Xiling City, or residents of Qianjin Community in Xiling Economic Development Zone, held banners with slogans such as ¡°Control industrial pollution and return our green mountains and green waters¡± and ¡°There is a shady secret behind land acquisition and the occupation of basic farmland¡± , proceed along the highway towards Mudan Bridge. They are more familiar with everything about being villagers than their current status as residents. Our ancestors have lived in this fertile land for generations, and if we work hard, we will be rewarded with abundant rewards. Although I may envy the life of people in the city, I am equally happy to go out to work, farm at home, greenhouse vegetables, raise pigs and chickens. After the abolition of agricultural taxes, life in the countryside has become more prosperous day by day. "It's a pity that such days are gone forever. Qianjin Village and many nearby villages have been classified into new development areas, the land has been expropriated, and the original villages have become communities. Perhaps in order to reduce resistance and advance the project quickly, the compensation for land occupation is not low. The local government and Media Asia Group concentrated on building houses, and the original villagers and new residents who lived in the buildings joked with each other. Now it was all in vain. Wrong city people. There are only a few old people who are not at ease, and there are some well-informed young people who are also opposed to the development, but their voices are not loud enough, at least not as attractive as the promises of the government and Media Asia Group. The resistance of just a few households is not enough. There is no stopping the roaring bulldozers. Unfortunately, the development of things went against the ideas of most villagers. Facts have proved the opponents right: the newly built cement factory in the industrial development zone raised dust all over the sky, the chemical plant discharged black and yellow sewage, and the clear small river ditch turned into fish There are smelly ditches with no shrimps, the vegetables grown in the ground have strangely yellowed edges, and even the water pumped out of the machine-pressed wells. It also has a disgusting smell. As the environment deteriorates, the elderly and children fall ill one after another. The villagers couldn¡¯t bear it anymore and started a long petition. After countless attempts at kicking the ball in official style and pushing hands in Tai Chi, they finally began to adopt more radical methods. A red basketball vest inside. Wearing a faded camouflage uniform, a stocky middle-aged man walked at the front of the team. He was Zhang Minghan, the original village director of Qianjin Village. Looking at the Peony Bridge with only cars running and no pedestrians walking in front of it, Zhang Minghan was overjoyed: "Okay, this time the city and district cadres didn't have time to react, so we got ahead of them. Come on, come on, folks, get to the bridge." , the road is blocked!¡± The men, women, and children in Qianjin Village were like soldiers who had heard the charge and rushed to the bridge one after another. This bridge is the choke point connecting the new administrative district and the main city. The villagers have a "strategic advantage" by occupying this place. They all laughed and said: "The officials won't solve the problem for us. We only know how to worry. If we block the road now, we will also make them anxious!" The villagers passing by carrying burdens and bamboo poles on their backs were all from the countryside, and they joked with each other about the non-vegetarian nature of the villagers. Sorry for the cars, we will stop them all and ask you to go home. The driver tried to apologize and said nice things, but it was useless. I had no choice but to go back and take a detour, drive a little way, roll down the window, and throw some national curse words at the group of villagers. Many villagers saw Qi Ran and Lin Yan in the Qiaotou Garden. The sunny boy and the pretty girl would attract attention at any time. But obviously this pair of boys and girls from the city. It has nothing to do with the reasons and demands of the villagers for blocking the road, so no one pays attention to them. Only a few left-behind children who have not yet entered elementary school cast their admiring eyes on Lin Yan, and then looked at Qi Ran. Little boys and girls whispered: Are this beautiful sister and handsome brother a couple? Most of my parents work in coastal areas. The children were left in the care of their grandparents, and people from every household in the village came to block the roads. The grandparents brought the children with them. However, compared to the adults' demands for interests, the children didn't understand what was going on. They stayed on the bridge with no interest. They were all bored and quickly focused on Qi Ran and Lin Yan. Finally, there was a little girl wearing a floral dress and a braid. Encouraged by her companions, she turned back and walked towards her beautiful sister. Lin Yan and Qi Ran smiled at each other and were thinking of ways to contact these villagers, when the opportunity came. "Little sister, what can I do for you?" Lin Yan knelt down and looked at the little girl walking over. The little guy's fat face turned crimson, and he turned to look at the group of narrow-minded friends behind him, and finally summoned the courage to ask Lin Yan: "They, they asked me to ask my sister if she and that big brother are a couple. " Qi Ran was speechless as he listened. These little kids have watched too many idol dramas, right? Then she picked up her spirits and listened carefully to Lin Yan's answer - even if she lied to the children and said they were a couple, it would still make the young man happy. "So what if it does, so what if it doesn't?" Lin Yan asked with a smile, and at the same time raised her head and glared at Qi Ran angrily. The young man sneered and scratched his hair, wondering what the little lover in his dream meant when he glared at her just now. The little girl didn¡¯t know how to answer. She was only over four years old. She came to ask Lin Yan and was encouraged by her older friends. With Lin Yan¡¯s intelligence, it was too easy to deal with a child. With just a few words, she caught the little girl who was about to run back and asked her name: Jingjing. "Come, take a picture for us," Lin Yan held Jingjing in her arms and pressed her apple cheek against hers. Qi Ran pressed the shutter, there was a soft click, and two beauties, one large and one small, smiled sweetly on the LCD screen. Turning the camera upside down to show them, Jingjing was so happy that she couldn't help but clapped her hands and giggled. Qi Ran shook the SLR and teased her: "Isn't this camera good?" "My uncle's mobile phone can also take pictures, and it will appear on the screen immediately. Just like your camera, you don't have to go to the city to develop photos!" Jingjing was not convinced! She said that because at this time there were not many smart phones in rural areas in the mainland, her uncle¡¯s mobile phone was worth showing off. The little girl pouted, her eyes flickered, and her expression was cute. Qi Ran took the opportunity to eat tofu, tugged at her chubby cheeks, and before the little guy puckered his lips, he took out a piece of chocolate from his bag and successfully bribed her. Seeing Jingjing having fun, the friends were so jealous that they left the large army blocking the road on the bridge and ran to Qi Ran and Lin Yan. The adults in the village saw that the boy and girl didn't look like bad people, so they didn't stop them and watched their children play with a smile. Qi Ran has been the king of children since she was a child, and Lin Yan, a beautiful elder sister, is even more popular among children. The two quickly became close to each other and played with the children. Speaking of these left-behind children, they are quite pitiful. Their parents have been away from them for many years, and they are taken care of by their grandparents all day long. Now they have two older brothers and older sisters who are willing to play with them, which makes them really happy. Taking photos, playing hide-and-seek, and scribbling on the sketch pad were all a great time. ¡°Anyway, the official stewards haven¡¯t arrived yet, and the villagers guarding the bridge and blocking the road are bored. Grandparents and grandparents usually hang around their grandchildren, and gradually they follow them to Qiaotou Garden. There is a play! Qi Ran looked at Lin Yan, and the girl was also looking at him. The villagers are more or less wary of unfamiliar outsiders, not to mention that Qi Ran and Lin Yan are a bit out of tune with them. Two young high school students can easily be looked down upon as talkative and ineffective. If they go directly to inquire about the situation, most people will ignore them. They start by taking the children to play, and then attract the children. Generally speaking, the elderly and children are easier to talk to, so they are easily accepted by the villagers. An aunt came over, smiled sheepishly, and patted Jingjing twice as she was drawing: "Sister, what are you drawing! Look, you've wasted all my brother's paper!" "It's okay! It's okay." Qi Ran touched Jingjing's head and said, "Jingjing paints very well and has great imagination. Look at what she painted, is it the moon?" "It's a banana!" Jingjing pouted and didn't buy it because of the chocolate. Already finished eating. Auntie smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed. When others praised her granddaughter, she was happiest when she was a grandma. There was no exception in the world. Lin Yan stood nearby, pursed her lips and secretly smiled. With her personality, it was okay to coax children, but it was not as good as Qi Ran to act like a good baby in front of the elderly. Qi Ran soon became acquainted with the old man and woman taking care of the children, and naturally asked about the reason for the road blockage. The old people are already empty, lonely and cold without their children around. If there are young people who are willing to talk with them and make the uncle and aunt scream affectionately, why not quickly pour out the words that have been held in the stomach for a long time? "Oh, it's not because of the plagued cement factory," Grandma Jingjing sighed and tugged on her collar: "That factory was covered in cement dust. My family lives nearby. When I go out to do some farm work, my hair and clothes fall all over. There is a layer of ash! All the vegetables are burned to death by the alkali ash!" A man next to him came over and said, "Hey, you are talking about the cement plant, let me tell you the chemical plant! The water in my well has a strange smell. No matter how hard we boil it, we are old and don¡¯t care. The little kid can¡¯t stand it, so I am forced to carry a pole up the mountain to carry water every day.¡± There was another little old man wearing a new and old Chinese tunic suit. Adjusting the old glasses on the bridge of his nose: "There is also basic farmland in Zhongxing Village. They have to use it for real estate development. I read in the newspaper that the national policy does not allow it." When Qi Ran heard this, he sympathized with the villagers. Our eyes were brightened when we encountered serious pollution, illegal land acquisition, and occupation of basic farmland. Behind the soaring GDP of Xiling New District, there were too many problems, but they were just covered up by Jiangshan Chenvia Group! But after all, paper can't contain the fire Looking hopefully at Lin Yan, the girl shook her head gently. Like a basin of cold water being poured on him, Qi Ran understood immediately. He is no longer an ignorant child. Environmental pollution and illegal land acquisition are not heinous crimes in mainland official circles. These problems exist to some extent in many places. With the energy of Jiangshan and Chen Weiya, they cannot be brought down. Just as he was about to continue to inquire about the situation, the police lights flashed on the highway, and a motorcade came speeding by. (To be continued) Chapter 308 Behind the Prosperity: