There are more than 100 families in the village, as many as hundreds, all of whom live in dirty, old and small old-fashioned triangular tents, and some even have five or six people in one tent. Li Rui has lived in this kind of tent, knowing that if one person lives in it, the space is enough, and it is very crowded to live for two people, it is really difficult to imagine how five or six people can live, and he is secretly surprised, the victims of the disaster are actually placed like this? What is even more surprising is that he didn't find it when he lived here before?

Each tent was equipped with two thin blankets for military use, one covered and the other covered. If there are many people in the tent, you can get an extra one. These thin blankets are also worn, and there are traces of insect and rat bites, and you can tell that it has been some years at a glance.

When Song Chaoyang saw this scene, he seemed to have returned to the three-year difficult period, his face was very bad, and he asked a thin old man in his sixties and seventies how he was eating and living in this resettlement site.

Before the old man could open his mouth, a man in his thirties stepped in next to him, and with a smile on his face, he hurriedly said: "Food and lodging are very good! Since the flood occurred, the leaders of the county and town have paid special attention to our Xishan Village, and have made on-the-spot arrangements for disaster relief and resettlement work on many occasions. Under the correct leadership of the county and town leaders, our village adopted the method of centralized resettlement to resettle 115 households with a total of 426 people. Each household is given basic household items such as blankets, toiletries, drinking water, utensils, food, etc. At the same time, the county leaders also distributed condolences to the people affected by the disaster: 300 yuan for each household, 1,000 yuan for each household, 2,000 yuan for the families of those who died or disappeared due to the disaster, and 5,000 yuan for the families of each victim due to the disaster. At present, the mood of the affected people is stable, and they are full of confidence in overcoming the flood and post-disaster reconstruction. ”

After this person finished speaking, he laughed, looking at the smile is simple, extremely sincere,

Li Rui just wanted to kick it over. He happened to know this person, who was the party secretary of Xishan Village, and looking at what he just said, he knew that he had already prepared. Perhaps, the town has already asked the village party secretaries to prepare similar statements to memorize to Song Chaoyang and other leaders from the city.

Song Chaoyang glanced at him expressionlessly, and asked the old man, "Uncle, is what he said true?" The old man opened his mouth and was about to speak, but the man said: "Of course it's true, as the party secretary of Xishan Village, I am responsible for speaking responsibly, I must be responsible for the party spirit, and I must be responsible for the superior leaders." Song Chaoyang looked at him and said, "Are you responsible for the people of Xishan Village?" The man was stunned and said, "Of course you are responsible." Song Chaoyang said: "Okay, since you said that you are responsible for the people in the village, then let me ask you, there is a family of six people living in a tent over there, do you think you can live there?" The man was a little dazed on his face, and said: "It should be able to live, otherwise how did they get over these days?"

A grim smile appeared on Song Chaoyang's face, and he said, "It should be able to live? Tell me, which tent do you live in?" the man stumbled and said, "I...... I don't live here, I live in town. Song Chaoyang nodded as if he had realized something, and asked again: "How many people are in your family?" The man didn't understand what he meant, his face was a little puzzled, and said: "Five people, ......" Song Chaoyang said: "Okay, your family of five moved over, stay in this tent for a night, and show me if I can live?" The man's face turned red instantly, and he couldn't say anything anymore.

Song Chaoyang turned his face and asked Li Yulan: "Secretary Li, who is in charge of the resettlement of the victims here in Xishan Village? You bring him over for me, I have something to ask him." ”

Li Rui looked at Li Yulan a little nervously, hoping that she wouldn't say "I'm the person in charge", he originally wanted her to behave in front of the secretary of the municipal party committee, and it would be better if she happened to make meritorious contributions, but he didn't think that it might affect her at this moment. If I knew this, I would never recommend her to my boss.

Li Yulan was very calm and said: "Secretary Song, I am responsible for the overall rescue and disaster relief work in Xishan Village, and the comrades of the Disaster Relief Section of the County Civil Affairs Bureau are responsible for the resettlement of the victims. ”

When Li Rui heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he was afraid that Song Chaoyang would hold Li Yulan accountable for other responsibilities, such as poor supervision.

Fortunately, Song Chaoyang didn't have the idea of stabbing Li Yulan, and said in a flat tone: "Are the comrades from the Civil Affairs Bureau here?" Li Yulan said: "The head of the Disaster Relief Section, Chief Chen, seems to be in the town. Song Chaoyang said, "Can you call him over?" Li Yulan said, "Okay, I'll try." After saying that, he walked to the side and made a phone call.

After a while, Li Yulan walked back and said, "Secretary Song, he'll come over right away." ”

Song Chaoyang nodded, and asked the old man again: "Uncle, is what your village party secretary said just now true? The county also gave relief money to each of your families?" The old man looked at the village party secretary, but he didn't dare to speak. Song Chaoyang's face sank and he looked at the village party secretary.

The village party secretary was glared at by Song Chaoyang's fierce gaze, and said with a smile: "It's gone, it's gone." ”

Li Rui intuitively felt that there was something in this, so he turned his eyes to Li Yulan, gave her a look, and signaled that if she knew, it was best to tell Song Chaoyang. Li Yulan understood his gaze, but her expression was a little hesitant. Li Rui knew that she was afraid of being retaliated against by the county leaders, but there was no way, she had already been forced to do this, if she didn't come out to explain, Song Chaoyang's face would be gloomy, did he want him to persuade the old man, so he gave her a more resolute look.

Li Yulan was helpless, shook her head slightly, looked at Li Rui's eyes full of resentment, coughed lightly, and said, "Secretary Song, I know this matter." Song Chaoyang looked at her and said, "Oh?" Li Yulan said with a somewhat restrained expression: "The county does have this promise, but the relief money has not been issued." Not only Xishan Village, the hardest-hit village, but not a single village in the entire Jiupo Township has received relief funds. Song Chaoyang frowned and asked: "Why hasn't it been issued? Not to mention that the provincial and municipal levels have already allocated special disaster relief funds, let's just say that the county finance, can't you get such a little money?"

Li Yulan said embarrassedly: "I don't know the specific situation, but it is said that the county leaders think about it this way, saying that the roads in the disaster area are basically paralyzed, and the victims have no place to buy things even if they get relief money in their hands, and they live in resettlement sites, and the safety of their property cannot be guaranteed, so it is better not to send it, and wait for the normal life order to be restored before sending it." In any case, food and daily necessities are distributed uniformly, and the victims do not need money. Song Chaoyang said: "The reason is good, but I don't think the roads in the towns and villages have resumed normal traffic now? Why haven't they been distributed? Well, ordinary victims of the disaster can not be distributed, and have those families who died due to the disaster received condolence money?" Li Yulan shook her head.

Song Chaoyang didn't say anything, his eyes glared at the village party secretary like a torch. The village party secretary should have known his identity a long time ago, but at this time, his face was pale with fright, his body trembled, and he didn't dare to look directly at him.

Song Chaoyang asked, "Didn't you say it just now?" The village party secretary was speechless. Song Chaoyang said: "Didn't you just say that you are responsible for the party spirit and the higher-level leaders? I think you are only responsible for the higher-level leaders, right?" The village party secretary's face turned from white to red, and he stood there in embarrassment, like a student who had made a mistake and was punished for standing.

After a while, a Poussin sedan drove by. Li Rui looked over, thinking that it should be someone from the Shuanghe County Civil Affairs Bureau, but who knew that it was the county magistrate Luo Dawei who came down first.

Luo Dawei walked over in three steps and two steps, and said to Song Chaoyang eagerly: "Secretary Song, I heard that you asked the comrades of the civil affairs department to report on the resettlement and relief work of the disaster victims, and I am responsible for this part, and I am very familiar with all aspects of the situation, so I came with the car." Don't blame me, hehe. ”

After he finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a big belly stood behind him, with a smile of awe on his face, his eyes crossed the faces of Song Chaoyang, Du Minsheng and others in turn, nodding from time to time, showing extreme respect.

Song Chaoyang said: "It's good that you're here, I have something to ask you." After speaking, he looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "Are you from the county civil affairs bureau?" The man hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Hello dear Secretary Song, I am Chen Yiguang from the Disaster Relief Section of the County Civil Affairs Bureau, and I am currently the person in charge of the department. Song Chaoyang asked: "All the resettlement sites for the victims in the disaster area are under the responsibility of your Disaster Relief Section?" Chen Yiguang nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes." Song Chaoyang said: "How did you settle the victims? A family of six was allocated a tent, can this be lived?" Chen Yiguang was not in a hurry at all, and sighed: "Secretary Song, you don't know anything, the county finances are tight, and our Civil Affairs Bureau has no money in our hands." These tents are all accumulated in the past few years......" Song Chaoyang didn't wait for him to finish, and said: "You said you don't have any money, okay, then let me ask you, what about the special disaster relief funds allocated at the provincial and municipal levels, and what about the disaster relief materials from all sides?" Chen Yiguang's face was obviously a little stunned, and he said: "Uh......"

Luo Dawei interjected: "Secretary Song, I understand the situation in this regard, please allow me to explain it to you." Song Chaoyang looked at him. Luo Dawei said impatiently: "The provincial and municipal levels have indeed allocated disaster relief funds, but because of the problem of fund transfer procedures, it has been delayed for a long time, and we are currently actively dealing with it, and I believe it will be in place soon." As for the relief materials, the county's attitude towards the relief materials is that it is necessary to distribute them in the sunshine and implement the principle of 'four disclosures and one supervision' for all disaster relief funds. The four disclosures include an article, the total amount of disaster relief funds and materials is disclosed, which requires us to be cautious and careful in the statistics of disaster relief materials. However, in fact, due to the different arrival times of disaster relief materials, it has had a serious impact on the work of our civil affairs departments in statistical, collating and distributing them, and it has been delayed for a long time, resulting in the fact that the materials that should have been distributed have not yet been distributed. At this point, there is a certain mistake in our work. However, the people in the disaster area are very kind and simple, and they have expressed their understanding of the delay in the arrival of relief materials, and they are also very considerate of our work, which makes us very moved. ”

Song Chaoyang's face was very grim when he heard this, and said: "Let's talk about the disaster relief funds first, you said that there is a problem in the transfer, is there a problem in the province, or in the city, or is there a problem in your county?" Song Chaoyang asked, "What's the problem?" Luo Dawei's smile stiffened a little, and said, "It's the relevant links of the finance and civil affairs departments that have gone wrong." Song Chaoyang didn't ask any more questions, just looked at Luo Dawei with his eyes, and his eyes revealed that he was not satisfied with his answer. Luo Dawei was extremely embarrassed by his staring, and said: "Secretary Song, our county is indeed responsible, but please rest assured, the disaster relief funds will be in place as soon as possible, and the relevant responsible persons will also be dealt with." Song Chaoyang didn't ask anything more, and instructed: "The disaster relief funds must be put in place as soon as possible, and nothing else can be rushed first." Alright, let's go back to town. Luo Dawei seemed to be relieved when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Okay, good." ”