Chapter 281 Alchemical Waste
Slag The sewage was directly discharged into the river, and the slag and waste sand after refining were dumped on the spot, and some were simply used as paving materials.
As soon as it rains, the sodium cyanide in the alchemical waste enters the river with the rainwater.
Countless livestock in nearby villages have died from drinking poisoned water, and more than one or two villagers near the alchemy have died from eating poisoned food.
He saw with his own eyes a young mother sitting on the side of the road, crying and laughing.
The woman's name was Su Yu. Her husband went into the mountains with a private gold-mining team. He ate rice cooked with water containing sodium cyanide and died.
In order to prevent her son from suffering the same calamity as her husband, Su Yu tasted every meal and every bottle of water before drinking.
But on a sultry day, when his 11-year-old son came home from school, he was taking a bath in a puddle on the riverbank... He accidentally choked on the water, and when he got home he died with foam at the mouth and bleeding from his nose.
The doctor we invited shook his head and said, "It's sodium cyanide poisoning. There's no hope of recovery."
After that, Su Yu went crazy.
Whenever she saw a boy of the same age as her son, she would hug him tightly, crying and shouting lovingly: "My son, come home with mommy."
After listening to what the driver said, Ling Yicheng's heart twitched.
After that, the woman named Su Yu often appeared in his dreams, crying and laughing, and repeatedly saying, "My son, come home with your mother."
Then I was awakened by a nightmare, covered in cold sweat and with tear marks on my pillow.
All the disasters and sins there seem to be related to gold.
A gold miner must mine at least 50 grams of gold during each gold mining season, otherwise he will not be able to make ends meet.
They are all short-sighted and quick-success-seeking people. They pick the rich and abandon the poor, and only pick the high-quality areas and throw away the low-quality ones.
One after another, the good gold deposits were destroyed beyond recognition and could no longer be mined formally.
The technology and workmanship were very backward. Even if rich gold deposits were mined, not much gold could be found and most of the gold was thrown away.
According to standard technology, the recovery rate of mineral deposits is at least 70%, but those people use primitive methods to mine...
The recovery rate is pitifully low, only 0.01% or even less.
The rest was still mixed in the sand and was washed away by a heavy rain.
The amount of gold thrown away each year amounts to tens of billions of yuan.
Prodigal son! He doesn't have any mines, or some places are not placer gold, but vein gold, which cannot be dug out by hand.
Those individual gold miners had no geological data, no rock drilling equipment, and no explosives and detonators.
What to do if you can’t make a fortune? At least you have to get back the travel expenses.
So he teamed up with a group of people to rob and steal. Explosives were stolen, wires were cut, and ore was stolen. They even took gold ore from the pillars supporting the gold mine...
As a result, the "golden dream" was not realized. Tens of thousands of cubic meters of rocks collapsed and he died.
Unimaginably fierce conflicts over the so-called "red gold platform" have long become commonplace in private gold mining sites.
He walked on the yellow land. The loess, riverbed and stones had long been dyed red and then dried into brown by the wind.
Even nightmares are reddish brown.
Ling Yicheng, lying on the bed, frowned more and more tightly, and his handsome face seemed to be frozen by the cold current.
The individual gold miners with bulging wallets started spending money like crazy, and their five vices reached their extreme.
When several "gold diggers" were gambling, they didn't count their money with their hands, but measured it with a ruler; when some mothers died, they didn't burn paper money, but burned a big unity...
The area around the gold mine is full of all kinds of low-level gangs and black dens that provide negotiation venues for swindlers.
The "old man" didn't care at all, and even half-jokingly suggested opening a few more gambling dens there.
Ling Yicheng felt a sharp pain in his stomach at that time.
After trying every possible means to persuade the old man to only accept the gold and not do anything else, he finally left that den of evil wolves.
The police are trying to play the long game and catch the big fish, so he can only send in information and then wait.
Even if we hear the news of the crackdown in the future...looking at his current miserable state: going astray, playing too big, and losing himself, I'm afraid there's no hope for him anymore.
The thoughts and fantasies during insomnia are not only silly, but also fantastic.
Compared with the current Su Xiaoli who is shining with golden light, Ling Yicheng feels that he is just a pile of alchemical waste.
Ling Yicheng's chest was filled with unrelieved depression and he was almost on the verge of exploding.
I really don't know when I can't bear it anymore. If I really explode, then so be it, to save both sides from suffering.
He sat up suddenly, took out his cigarette box and lighter, and took out a cigarette.
Before I could take two puffs of my cigarette, there was a knock on the door.
who?!
The knock on the door stimulated Ling Yi's nerves which were already stretched to the extreme.
He was so frightened that he almost jumped up on the spot. The smoke choked him and a stream of air rushed into his lungs, causing pain in his lungs.
Ling Yicheng put out his cigarette, took out the switchblade from his waist, quietly walked to the door, and looked out through the peephole.
incredible.
It was Su Xiaoli.
How did she find her way here?
There was no one else following the girl, so Ling Yicheng quickly put away the knife and opened the door.
There was no expression on Su Xiaoli's face, but she wrinkled her nose when she smelled the smoke.
"Pack your luggage and come with me." Su Xiaoli just glanced at him lightly, very calmly and concisely.
Ling Yicheng was stunned.
"Are you leaving or not?" Su Xiaoli's expression changed, his eyes became sharp, and his voice became even colder.
A real little wild beast about to bare its teeth.
All that was written on her face was: I, your sister, have limited patience, so if you don’t want to die, move quickly.
Ling Yicheng weighed the pros and cons in 0.01 seconds.
He packed up hastily, not daring to say a word of resistance.
It is important for people to know themselves - I am most afraid of her cold face.
Fortunately, the luggage was simple, just a handbag and a small suitcase.
Su Xiaoli just stood there quietly waiting for him, without even sitting down.
The moment the lid of the small suitcase was closed, she turned around and walked out the door, as if her patience had finally run out.
Ling Yicheng had no choice but to hurry up and catch up.
In the elevator, Su Xiaoli directly pressed the button for the B1 parking lot.
Ling Yicheng: ...
Although he had no idea where to go and despite being a scoundrel, Ling Yicheng knew that he should go to the hotel front desk to check out first.
He coughed lightly, mustered up his courage and said, "We have to go to the front desk first..."
Before she finished speaking, Su Xiaoli cut her off coldly, "The bill has been paid, just give me the room key."
"..." Ling Yicheng was speechless.
Just like a cigarette that had just been lit, it was put out without any warning, and the smoke didn't even have time to float out.
In front of her, there are no bones.
You can only wait for your fate.
Su Xiaoli got into the driver's seat of the jeep.
Ling Yicheng obediently sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and gently placed the box behind the seat, not daring to make any noise.
I felt uneasy.
"I'll show you the way." After saying this, Su Xiaoli never spoke again.
Ling Yicheng had a lot to say, but all of it disappeared under Su Xiaoli's low pressure.
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