The Era of Hard Work

Leveraging the tension of the rope, Lu Dong climbed up the embankment, wiped the water on his face, it was covered with fine sand, gasped for breath, and without waiting for anyone to ask, he said directly, There is a big hole under the water.

Lu Dong walked on the embankment to mark his position, and it soon turned into a khaki layered bottom, and every time he landed, some yellow soup sprang out: From here to here, it is estimated to be more than two meters long and half a meter high. The deepest part of the pit , more than 50 centimeters into the embankment.

Several people from Lu Jianshe ran over at this time: Uncle San, there is no seepage on the backside of the embankment.

Lu Zhenlin's bushy eyebrows twitched and said, Fortunately, there is still time.

The situation wasn't particularly bad. Lu Dong checked his hands first, and found that there was nothing wrong. He took off his shoes and poured out the yellow mud soup.

Lu Zhenlin is still planning for the worst: Jianbin, Jianshe, bring someone to the venue to pull the light cord, I won't be able to sleep tonight!

Lu Jianshe was about to leave, and the iron rooster hurriedly gathered up the rope: Wait a minute, I'll take the rope back.

Lu Dong put on his shoes and said, Uncle Tie, the rope may still be usable.

What time is it! Lu Zhenlin shouted.

The headlights were turned on under the embankment, and the chug sound of the tractor was extremely loud, and Lasha was coming!

After a while, there were already hundreds of families on the embankment of the river, large rolls of fertilizer bags and cement bags were thrown on the side of the road, and the women were holding shovels, ready to go into battle.

Lu Zhenlin directed Zhuang Laoli to line up five rows up and down, and passed the sandbags up directly after a while.

Under the light of the headlight, Lu Dong saw his mother, Hu Chunlan.

Carrying a thick roll of woven bags, she came from the north along the dirt road under the embankment.

There is an apple orchard contracted by his family, not far from Qingzhao River. Every year when the weather gets warmer, my mother will move to live in the orchard, which is also the main source of income for the family.

In the countryside, it is not easy for a woman to raise a child alone, even with the help of her uncle's family and Lu's family.

The tractor engine roared, the dump truck dumped yellow sand, and the women began to get busy.

Five lines lined up and gathered on the embankment. Lu Zhenlin came over and patted Lu Dong: There is progress!

Lu Dong smiled, the impression he gave people before was too bad.

As time went by, people who had arranged family affairs came to the river one after another, and more and more people worked, and the first woven bag filled with sand was passed to Lu Dong.

Lv Dong was strong enough, so he lifted the embankment alone, and threw it down along the outer edge of the sandstone.

Plop——

Under the light of the miner's hat, huge water splashes turned up, and the sandbags seemed to be washed away by the water?

Dongzi, don't be dazed! Continue! The people behind urged, Lu Dong took the sandbag from him and threw it down again.

This time, I looked carefully. After the sandbag fell into the water, it rushed to the outer part of the north.

Plop - plop -

Some people also threw sandbags into the water in other positions, which also caused the rapids to rush away from the position.

It's not right. The uncle behind also found the problem.

Lu Zhenlin came over and asked, What's wrong?

Lu Dong said directly: The water is too fast, throwing the sandbag down and rushing away.

My uncle agrees: Yes!

Lu Zhenlin waved his hand to the back: Find a big bag and try.

A sandbag full of chicken feed bags was picked up by two people and thrown down.

Lu Dong stared at it all the time: It seems... that it went off the rails again.

The water is too big and it is still rising. In addition, it is outside the gentle area of ​​the dam, and the water flow is very fast.

clatter——

Suddenly there was a voice, Lu Dong subconsciously pulled Lu Zhenlin and my uncle back, and shouted at the same time: Back! Back! Where did it fall? Where did it fall?

Everyone's face turned pale, they were ruthless!

A piece of the water has collapsed! Someone from the south shouted with a flashlight: There is a hole! Be careful!

Lu Dong and the others dispersed and changed places, their faces ugly.

Just above the pit that Lu Dong found, a hole the size of a long winter melon collapsed, and under the light of the flashlight, you can still see Gululu bubbling.

This is a very dangerous signal.

Lu Zhenlin was a little anxious: Block the sandbags, hurry up!

Lu Dong didn't move this time, the sandbag would miss the position when it goes down, I don't know how much to throw to be effective.

He thought of the Lichma Flood Fighting before crossing, and the long S-bend embankment also had a problem. The crane lowered several ton bags full of gravel and immediately stabilized the situation.

Big bags, cranes, don't think about these.

Lu Dong recalled the flood-fighting materials he had seen with his own eyes, and remembered one thing—the flood-control iron mesh cage.

One of the soldiers who fought against Lichma seems to have mentioned that this is one of the experiences summed up in the 98 flood fighting.

Beware of the cables! Beware of the cables! The iron rooster came over dragging the black cables, and the two people behind each carried long bamboo poles and held large 200-watt light bulbs in their hands.

There was really not much preparation for this battle. Lu Dong glanced at Li Wenyue who had followed Uncle Tie. He hadn't raised the alarm, and he might have fallen asleep without mental preparation.

Inexperienced and unprepared, the water kept rising.

It was terrible, but Lujiacun did not admit defeat!

Lu Dong found Lu Zhenlin: Third Grandpa, I looked carefully, and all the sandbags were thrown away. When the news reported flood fighting, I remembered that they used iron cages, which were filled with stones and sandbags. The water as big as the Yangtze River could use!

Iron cage... Lu Zhenlin cheered up, thinking carefully that this method is reliable.

Third Uncle! Iron Rooster hurried up the embankment, dangling the radio on his wrist: The cable is laid, and the pole will be lit when it is set up!

Lu Dong smelled the pungent smell of chicken manure, immediately thought of the chicken farm, and shouted: Uncle Tie!

Seeing Lu Dong staring straight at him, Iron Rooster subconsciously took a step back: Dongzi, what do you want to do?

Lu Dong did not talk nonsense: Uncle Tie, we need large iron mesh cages here. I remember that the chicken cages you used for raising laying hens are very big and strong.

Uncle Tie almost jumped up: You melon, why are you trying to take advantage of Uncle Tie! I'm new! What can a chicken coop do!

It's useful! Lu Zhenlin said loudly, What time is it! Go get it!

Many people around looked at this side, and Lu Dong hurriedly said: The water is too fast, and the sandbags will go sideways if you throw them down. If you put them in a big cage together, the water won't move.

The third grandfather is not lacking in determination, but the patriarchal style of the clan is also very strong. Lu Dong said more: Uncle Tie, the embankment is broken, and the nearest one is the chicken farm!

Iron Rooster is nearly forty years old, how can he not understand this simple truth, just think of the new chicken coop, and his heart twitches in panic.

With a crying voice, he clapped his hands: The wooden man can stay out of the matter, and he will die!

No one in Lujia Village can stay out of it!

I probably touched the radio switch, and the singing sounded with a buzzing noise.

You are always too soft-hearted, too soft-hearted, and take all the problems by yourself...

The iron rooster turned around and left, a whirlwind of chicken manure smelled in the decisiveness: More people, come with me to the field to carry the cage!

Lu Dong greeted the people around: Don't throw the sandbags, pile them on the embankment!

Most of the people looked at Lu Zhenlin. The chicken farm was very close. At this moment, Lu Zhenlin said, Listen to Dongzi.

He whispered to himself: I am fifty-eight years old, and I have never seen such a big water!

Lu Dong saw it twice, in 1998 and Li Qima, the water in the latter was even bigger, almost overflowing.

Second brother, come here. Lu Zhenlin called his cousin.

Lu Dong called out, Second Grandpa.

Lu Zhenlin lowered his voice: Second brother, you go to the office of the brigade and call the town and county for help. I can't leave. Once I leave, people's hearts will be moved. His voice was even lower: Talk about the seriousness of the situation and say The embankment is about to burst! Tell them to rush to the rescue. Also, call Dongzi and his uncle Jianguo, and tell him to bring people from the construction site in the University City, where there are dozens of laborers working night shifts in our village! Pull the gravel! This in the village is not enough!

Lu Dong's uncle was an engineer at the old town construction station, that is, the No. 3 County Construction Company, and he was a retired engineer.

There may be no one in the town or the county. Lu Dong said at the right time: It's about ten miles away from the university town, and it takes only one meal. Let's call uncle first.

The caller went, and the iron rooster rushed back with six or seven large cages.

These large chicken cages are carried by two people. They are made of thick wire and are quite strong.

However, just after being lifted out of the chicken shed, chicken feces were still stained on it, and there was a stench on the embankment for a while.

But this is for life-saving, who cares about that.

As soon as the iron cage arrived, Embankment immediately got busy. Lu Dong got a pair of pliers, first unscrewed the chicken cage to the upper floor, and called for someone to put sandbags inside.

Filled cement woven bags, stuffed more than a dozen bags into it.

After the sandbags were piled up, Lu Dong, Iron Rooster and the others tied them up with wire, and everyone hung up the ropes, and slowly lowered them down along the outer edge of the river bank.

Plop——

Amid the sound of water, the iron cage fell steadily into the expected position.

It works! Lu Zhenlin shouted: Continue!

Lu Dong wiped the sweat from his forehead, still struggling with the iron cage, one by one sandbags were passed up, filled the iron cage, and then sent into the water to block the gap in the river bank.

After several iron cages were launched into the water, several trucks arrived. Dozens of people from Lujia Village rushed back from the construction site in the University City, and brought important relief supplies—sand, gravel and cement woven bags.

Busy enough to light up a line in the sky, using the obstruction of flood control iron chicken cages, a thick sandbag embankment was piled up on the inside of the river embankment, and even three layers were piled on the outside of the river embankment.

The inside and outside are thickened and reinforced, and the possibility of problems is greatly reduced.

Leaving enough observers, Lu Zhenlin asked everyone to rest quickly, because the water level has not dropped, and there is still a tough battle ahead!

Lu Dong went down to the river embankment, took off his miner's cap, rinsed the handle with a bucket, took a steamed bun from the lunch box Sun Qinghai sent, and sat on a sandbag by the roadside to eat.

Many people around were squatting or sitting, devouring food without knowing the taste. After a busy night, they had already used up all the food in their stomachs.

But compared to the tension before, the atmosphere was relaxed and there were laughter.

After Lu Dong finished eating the buns, he wiped his hands on the soon-to-be-khaki T-shirt, and glanced at the bright light in the east.

It's past four o'clock!

This section of the embankment has been preserved, and the flood has not receded. Lu Dong is not sure how it will develop in the future, but as long as the embankment does not collapse, the psychological defense of the people in Lujia Village will not collapse, and they will be united, optimistic, and survive!

A figure appeared next to him: I heard from your third grandfather that you did a good job.

Lu Dong subconsciously stood up: Uncle...

With a serious face, Lu Jianguo got on the truck in front of him: Let's go! Go pull the sand!

Lu Zhenlin came down from the embankment, stopped, and patted Lu Dong: You bastard, you've grown up. Hurry up and go back to rest. The water won't clear up for a while, and you'll have to rely on young people to support you.

Lu Dong nodded slightly.

The third grandpa had just left when the listless iron rooster got off the embankment. He turned his head after two steps, as if he was still looking at the chicken coop under a pile of sandbags. The radio hanging on his wrist was only noisy, and the station had no programs.

The village will reimburse you. Lu Dong couldn't help reminding: How can the third grandfather treat you badly?

Tie Rooster sighed, and said suddenly: Dongzi, you, Uncle Tie, have misjudged the person. Jianjun is a hero, and you are not bad either.

Lu Dong could only remain silent, and in the future...he couldn't follow the old path of the past.

Last year in Likima, my hometown was only one step away from the collapse of the river bank. At that time, I happened to be in my hometown. From 11:00 am to 12:00 pm, I couldn’t sit down when I carried sandbags to the station. Finally, I was so tired that I wanted to Let's just break through the breach, and I won't move when the water rushes over.

At that time, many people who worked outside the village went back. A few buddies drove hundreds of kilometers all the way from Hebei and ran back.

This is the most united I have ever seen in my hometown.