The Era of Hard Work

The ear-piercing sound of the gong spread far and wide in the dark night, awakening the sleeping village, countless lights were lit, and Lujia Village woke up and came alive!

Boom—boom—

Lu Dong continued to beat the gong with his broken shoe while thinking about what to do next.

Who is knocking the gong! There was a roar from the southeast: Who is knocking the gong!

Lu's Village is right by the river, and the guards on the north side of the village and on the river have already run over.

Among them is Uncle Tie.

Dongzi, what are you doing beating the gong! Uncle Tie came along the embankment: This is not a joke!

Seeing people coming one after another, Lu Dong yelled loudly, The north side of the dam is covered with soil. Wen Yue and I saw it with our own eyes!

Before he had time to pay attention to the time, Lu Dong specifically asked an uncle of his family who was walking in front, and he was somewhat relieved to learn that it was not yet half past ten, remembering that the dam collapsed at 3:30 in the morning.

Twenty or thirty peasant men gathered quickly, some with sleepy eyes, some temporarily confused about what happened, and the dam was a bit chaotic.

At this moment, Li Wenyue's voice came: The third grandpa is here! Dongzi, the third grandpa is here!

Everyone found the backbone at once, and turned their flashlights and eyes to that side.

Li Wenyue trotted along closely behind an old man with short hair. The old man had a strong body, and his back was straight when he propped up his real shirt, so he ran smoothly and powerfully.

The most eye-catching thing about him is the two sword eyebrows, although they are covered with a little hoarfrost, they are still thick. Every time Lu Dong sees them, he inexplicably thinks of Uncle Jiu in the movie.

The old man strode up the embankment along the aisle, and everyone greeted him one after another.

Third Uncle!

Uncle San!

Lu Dong also called out, Third Grandfather.

Um.

This is Lu Zhenlin, a senior official in Lujia Village, the third cousin of his generation. Since Lu Dong can remember, he has helped his family a lot.

What's the matter? As soon as Lu Zhenlin opened his mouth, the others consciously shut up.

This was not the time to talk too much, Lu Dong quickly answered: There is a dike more than 20 meters north of the dam, and there was a section of embankment that fell down with three pieces of soil just now. He said emphatically, Wen Yue also met.

Lu Zhenlin turned his gaze to the side, and Li Wenyue hurriedly said, Dongzi and I saw it with our own eyes.

The surrounding atmosphere froze for a moment.

Lu Dong is no longer an impulsive eighteen-year-old boy, and he will not have any objections because everyone believes Fa Xiao's words more.

Having said that, this is also what he did in the first eighteen years of fighting and doing all kinds of unreliable things.

Everyone present, even the oldest Lu Zhenlin, has no actual experience in fighting floods, but Lu Zhenlin must calm down: Those who are on duty at night, return to their respective places and continue to guard! Keep your eyes open!

No one objected, including the iron rooster, and hurried back to their respective posts.

Lu Dong whispered, Let Uncle Tie stay? His chicken farm is close and has a lot of tools.

Lu Zhenlin glanced at Lu Dong, slightly surprised, but didn't care, and said directly: Jianbin, you stay!

Li Wenyue looked at Lu Dong, changed his sex? In the past, if you don't make trouble, you can burn high incense!

Lu Zhenlin continued: The others are waiting. Wen Yue, give me the flashlight. Dongzi, Jianbin, Jianshe, the three of you, come with me.

Lu Dong handed the gong to Li Wenyue, and he took the lead.

When they came to the place before, Lu Dong flashed down his flashlight, and at the same time reminded: Stay far away, everyone, don't gather together!

Lu Zhenlin stopped one meter away from Lu Dong, looked down, and said, Listen to Dongzi.

The iron rooster speeded up, and when it was two meters ahead of Lu Dong, Lu Jianshe fell behind.

Under the light of the flashlight, at the place where the embankment is close to the water surface, not many slags of Sanhe soil fell into the river like the sparse light rain that stops now and then.

It doesn't seem to be a big deal. Lu Jianshe muttered behind him.

Lu Dong hurriedly said: The slag on the top means that the water is soaked.

This is of course based on memory.

Iron Rooster's chicken farm is not far away: I don't dare to gamble.

Lu Zhenlin doesn't know much about water conservancy. The last time the river was built was in the 1950s, which is too far away.

This time, when I went to the town for a meeting, I just talked about releasing water from the upper reaches. The villages attach great importance to flood control, but how much attention is paid to how to prevent it. People who have not experienced floods in decades do not know.

Check it out! Lu Zhenlin said, There are more than a thousand people in the village...

Everyone knows that professional people do professional things, but what about non-professional people?

At any rate, Lu Dong has read some information about the 98 floods, and fought for several days with his fellow villagers and soldiers to survive the 19-year typhoon Lekima. One, is it considered a little experience?

This is not the time for modesty, either!

Third Grandpa, I've been watching TV for the past two days, and the south has started to flood. Lu Dong found a plausible reason to increase his credibility: The news has said that the levee is about to have an omen.

Lu Zhenlin didn't believe that Lu Dong was unreliable, but he believed in the news: Tell me!

He doesn't understand, but he has the ability to judge.

Lu Dong first pointed to the slope on the outside of the embankment: Experts say that before an accident occurs on the embankment, there will usually be water seepage or piping.

Lu Zhenlin had a vague impression, as if he had seen it on TV, and ordered: Jianjian, call some people and take a closer look.

Lu Jianshe responded and ran back.

Because of the sound of the gong just now, more people gathered near the dam.

Lu Dong turned back into the river again: Go down and see if the dike under the water has burst out of the hole? If so, how big is it? Where is it...

Although the person who said this was unreliable before, Lu Zhenlin's rich life experience is enough to make a judgment.

Many rural clan relations are intricate, especially in a conservative and traditional province like Taidong.

Not just anyone can become the backbone in a village with complicated clan relations.

It takes more than seniority.

Also. Lu Dong's speech speed has been extremely fast: Woven bags and gravel, etc., bring them here soon...

Lu Zhenlin let out a breath, was silent for a moment, and made a decision: Prepare for the worst. He turned back to the Triangle Dam, and said as he walked, Jianbin, take a few people to the field to get tools, more ropes and shovels.

These are things that can be returned when they are used up, Iron Rooster hesitated a little: Ah, okay, I'll go right away.

Lu Dong ignored the iron rooster who got off the embankment and followed behind Lu Zhenlin.

Without any delay, Lu Zhenlin yelled at dozens of people up and down the river: Masters, the embankment is not safe! It affects the safety of the whole village! Guozi, Hongxing, drive your tractors, and bring the stones and yellow salad from the south entrance of the village! Get some people to help! Anyone who has woven bags at home, go get them! The more the better! If there is gravel, find an accountant to do the statistics!

The yellow sand I pulled the day before yesterday was still in the car before I sold it. Many people are not well-educated, but they also know the consequences of a river embankment breach. Hong Xing said anxiously: I'll pull it here first.

Lu Dong silently watched a group of people go to the south of the village. The big guys actually understood that they wanted to keep their homes, so they couldn't care about it at this time.

Lu Zhenlin was still yelling: Wen Yue, Li Lin, Lu Kun, Gang Zi, go to the village to beat the gong, and all the strong laborers will come over, and tomorrow's duty will come too! After a while, the bus will come, women pack bags, men go up Carry!

In this day and age, there is no need to think about machinery and equipment. There are not many trucks in the village, and tractors can be counted with two hands.

Not to mention Lujiazhuang, most of the floods in the south are rushed up by manpower.

Compared with Lu Dong, Lu Zhenlin thought more and more maturely, and specifically said to the few people who were beating the gong: Tell the young and old people in all streets to get up and go to the second floor of the newest one in each street. Go to the butcher shop Cheng Lifeng and Sun Qinghai, who was hosting the banquet, knocked on the door and told them to prepare water and food, and put the brigade's account first! If you are tired from work, you can't eat!

As soon as they left, Iron Rooster came back with a man carrying a shovel and some bundles of rope.

Lu Zhenlin glanced at the rope and shouted, Old Seven! Where's Old Seven? Hurry up, get ready to go into the water!

Someone replied weakly: Lao Qi was drunk in the afternoon, and he couldn't wake up even if he fired a cannon.

This bastard! Lu Zhenlin gritted his teeth and said, A bastard who has lost his way in doing things!

For some reason, Lu Dong felt that when the third grandfather said this, he seemed to have glanced at him.

In terms of crime, two of them are not as good as one Seventh Uncle, right?

Lu Dong was thinking wildly in his head, but his mouth was not slow: Third Grandpa, let me go down.

Lu Zhenlin looked at him with more surprise: You?

Not counting Uncle Seven, who in the village is better at swimming than me? Lu Dong consciously walked towards Uncle Tie: I'm not as young and strong...

Once and later, he truly understood the importance of his hometown, and understood that his father had long since disappeared in Laoshan, and that the Lu family had helped his family a lot.

Besides, with the rope, it's not too dangerous.

Lu Dong took the rope, put it around his waist, tied it with a knot, and walked north, when he suddenly thought of something, he turned around and said, Uncle Tie, you guys tighten the rope, let's try first.

The people behind quickly tightened the rope, Lu Dong pulled it forward with all his strength, and with a snap, the rope... broke!

Lu Dong's face turned green, Uncle Tie is so old, what year old rope did he bring?

An uncle of the family behind the iron rooster suddenly said: It's better to break it! It's better to break it! It's better to break it now than to go into the water and then break it!

Lu Dong was speechless for a while, and took another bundle of rope, and after trying it without any problem, he was ready to go into the water.

Seven or eight people were distributed up and down the river bank, grabbing the rope in their hands, and the last person simply tied the end of the rope to a big tree under the river bank just in case.

For those who work in the mine, a waterproof miner's hat is provided, which can not only provide lighting, but also serve as a safety helmet.

Lu Dong put on his hat, checked the knot at his waist again, faced the riverbank and grabbed the rope, and nodded to the person pulling the rope.

Put it down! The person in front acted as a temporary commander: Slow down! Grab it!

Lu Zhenlin, who was standing by the embankment, warned: Be careful.

The rope was let down section by section, and Lu Dong stepped on the Sanhe soil river bank and slid down, half of his body was submerged in the water. The rushing water rushed him immediately to the north, almost losing his balance.

Fortunately, Lu Dong was mentally prepared, and his water quality was also excellent. He stepped on the water with his feet, grabbed the rope tightly, and used the pulling force to stick to the shore as much as possible.

Nonsence--

I held my breath just now, but my lips were still covered with sand.

Lu Dong kept his balance, pulled away a few water hyacinths hanging on the bank with one hand, sank a little into the water, and touched the underwater river embankment with his hand.

When I touched it, the place where the river embankment used to be was empty!

He continued to feel in, but fortunately, he only stretched out more than half of his arm, and he reached the edge.

The bank of the river broke through a hole, but it was not deep for the time being.

Lu Dong wanted to determine how long it was, so he moved the embankment to the north, and his hand was still feeling the depth.

Suddenly, something greasy swam past, and the palm of his hand was pricked by a sharp and hard object, and Lu Dong cried out in pain.

The thing tumbled into the water and was washed away.

What's wrong? A voice asked from above.

Lu Dong shook his bleeding hand: It's okay, I was stabbed by Ga Yayu!

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