MTL - The Era of Hard Work-Chapter 6 Lu Dongmen

   Chapter 6 Lu Dongmen

  The sun hung in the sky, and their faces were flushed. Lu Dong and Lu Jianren smashed down another section, and more than half of the bridge guardrail fell down.

   Lu Jianren roared: "Dongzi, go back! The rest belong to the Ma family, don't do our business!"

  Divided by region, half of the bridge belongs to Majia Village, and the people of Majia Village have already entered the water.

"Walk!"

   Lu Dong threw away the sledgehammer and joined Uncle Seven. The two supported each other and walked back along the bridge together.

   At this time, he noticed the pain like needle sticks on his legs and arms!

   "What's wrong?" Lu Jianren asked.

   Lu Dong grinned: "The water hyacinth is full of leeches, maybe it's sucking it."

   Qingzhao River is mostly a wide-bodied golden leech, which cannot be easily hung on the body.

  The pain is short-lived and quickly subsided, but it means the leeches are starting to **** blood.

  In the eyes of people who grew up by the river, this is not a big deal, Lv Jianren laughed: "Leech can cure your eye twitching."

   Lu Dong's right eye really stopped jumping: "If there is a disaster, it will stop jumping."

   "Feudal superstition!" Lv Jianren hadn't forgotten yet.

On the small dam, Lu Zhenlin glanced at the newly arrived mayor, and the two rushed into the water and shouted, "Be safe, come back soon!"

  The two stopped talking nonsense, and hurried to the bridge head, people on the top pulled them, climbed up from the bottom, and went to the small dam without incident.

  Yang Liewen looked at the two people who climbed up. The face in front was a little immature. He was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and he was wearing the uniform of Qingzhao No. 1 Middle School.

   The sun-tanned face is faintly honest.

   It is estimated that he is a good student with excellent academic performance.

   He winked, and the propaganda officer who followed picked up the camera again.

   Lu Dong untied the rope around his waist, took off his school uniform, and threw it to the person next to him, shouting, "Who has a lighter?"

  Alcohol and soap will be gone for a while, so you can't take the sole fan, it's too bad.

   Yang Liewen was nearby, and he could see that there were insects on Lu Dong's arms, and the bulging insect body looked like a finger belly.

   This picture is a little scary.

   "My drink is soaked in water!" Lu Jianren tried it, but couldn't catch fire.

  Yang Liewen scoured his pocket, took out a plastic lighter, and handed it to Lu Dong: "Can you use mine?"

   Hearing the Mandarin with the accent of Quannan city, Lu Dong glanced at Yang Liewen, but he didn't know him. He was gentle and gentle. At this time, the lining was still tucked into his waist, and he didn't dress like a farmer...

   "Thank you." Lu Dong lit the lighter and went to burn the leeches on his arms.

   hiss—

  Baby, it hurts!

  The leech fell to the ground.

   Lu Dong will go and burn other things.

   This is tricky and not as scary as it looks.

   For people who often go into the water by the river, it is very common to **** on leeches and pull leeches. Lu Dong is considered a skilled businessman.

  People in Lujia Village are commonplace and don’t care.

  Yang Liewen came from the city. He was calm on the surface, but it was actually a little scary. He was a strong and honest young man. He didn't care about burning his body with fire.

   I have seen it in TV books before, but seeing it in reality is completely different.

   "Take it!" Yang Liewen instructed the propaganda officer behind.

   Just now, he had a conversation with the old secretary of the village and others, and also learned about the dangerous situation last night. The optimism and positivity of these people was unexpected.

   I didn’t actively save myself, I couldn’t hold on to it at all, maybe I collapsed last night.

   Yang Liewen's heart has gone a lot, and Lujiacun's performance has also boosted his spirits. Even if the flood that occurs once in 50 years, he must survive it!

   When he smashed the guardrail before, he consciously asked the propaganda officer to start taking pictures.

   Including the boy in front, etc. to overcome the flood, are all excellent propaganda materials.

   Yang Liewen got down from the office. Although the work has just started, he has a keen sense of smell.

  Click—

   The camera shutter sounded.

  Lu Dong raised his head, saw someone taking pictures, and quickly covered his upper body vitals: "What are you doing? What are you doing? Candid photos in broad daylight!"

   This is going to create a "Lu Dongmen", so shameless in the future?

   He still wants to be honest and honest all his life.

   An eldest brother from the Li family hurriedly grabbed Lu Dong's arm, fearing that he would be confused again, raised his chin and pointed at Yang Liewen and the following two people: "This is Mayor Yang and the town clerk."

  Yang Liewen nodded slightly to Lu Dong, and Wen Huanghuo said, "The charge is ahead, and you have a great sense of the big picture!"

  Lv Zhenlin is an experienced man and added some firewood: "His name is Lv Dong. He discovered the danger last night, and he also confirmed it when he went into the water. He is a hero of Lujia Village."

   Yang Liewen became more interested.

   Lu Dong is no longer a middle-schooler who doesn't know anything. He guessed that it might be a model promotion or something, faster than changing his face: "Do you want to pose? I'm fine, I can choose any pose."

   The propaganda officer said: "You can just continue."

   Lu Dong turned on the lighter and went to burn the leech on the other arm.

  Resolute expression, distant vision...

  Lu Jianren couldn't hold back: "Dongzi, take off your pants and shoot, the effect is better! Daughter-in-law is not worried about looking for it."

   There was laughter all around, and Lu Dong's tense face immediately collapsed.

   Yang Liewen was infected, and his tense mood was slightly relaxed. The villagers were optimistic and morale was high. At least there was no need to worry about panic causing vicious incidents.

The rescue in the county and town came later, mainly with materials. The Qingzhao River was hundreds of miles in Qingzhao County, and the river section of Ningxiu Town was dozens of miles. There are not many in Lujia Village.

   There are several villages in the upper middle and upper reaches, and the situation is no better than that of Lujia Village.

  The water level will not retreat, and the danger will not drop.

   Including Lu Dong, people from Lujia Village and several neighboring villages came to help and continued to reinforce the river bank.

   After being immersed in high water level for a long time, the dilapidated river embankment is in constant danger.

  When one side is in trouble, all sides provide support. Many people from the nearby villages rushed over, and some even sent the sand and gravel for their own new houses directly to the shore.

   Really want to burst, more than one Lvjia Village was flooded.

  Women carry gravel and men carry their pockets. In the face of the roar of nature, individual strength is small, and only unity can resist.

   Hundreds of strong laborers were scattered up and down the river bank of the Lujia Village section, extinguishing one danger after another.

   This is just a trivial microcosm of the 98 flood resistance.

  The catastrophe of wind and rain can never defeat the people who live in this land.

   Yang Liewen brought good news, the troops were contacted above, and the troops in Quannan City will be here soon!

   This news instantly lifted the spirits of all those involved in the war.

   Near noon, including Lujia Village, there are countless restaurants, restaurants and even steamed buns and steamed buns workshops.

   There were also some consignment stores that brought bread, instant noodles, ham and bottled water.

   Lu Zhenlin called the brigade accountant, Li Wenyue and others, and told them to do statistics one by one and record them all.

   Lu Dong wiped his body, stood shirtless on the side of the road, and the man in the bathroom smeared iodine where the leech bitten.

   The gong above the small dam suddenly rang, and Li Wenyue's father shouted at the top of his voice: "Thirty meters to the east, a hole has collapsed!"

   Lu Zhenlin dropped the lunch box and ran, roaring loudly: "Sandbags! Iron chicken cages! Quick!"

   Lu Dong put on his school uniform with gloves, picked up the sandbag beside his feet and rushed over there.

  The man in the bathroom threw away the iodine swab, grabbed another sandbag, and ran there too.

   Just behind Lu Dong, Yang Liewen followed with a slightly smaller sandbag, the white lining turned yellow and black long ago.

  The officer in the town picked up the sandbag and shouted at the propaganda officer with the camera: "Quick! Keep up! Take more shots!"

   The short lunch came to an abrupt end, and the people who gathered on the street once again threw themselves into the rescue.

  The river embankment built in the 1950s is too old, the S bend is naturally steep, and there are several places in emergency, and no manpower can be mobilized to support this side.

   The old slumps have not been blocked, and new slumps have appeared on the east side.

   And under the continuous fighting, fatigue is unavoidable.

In this unprepared and unplanned encounter, in order to protect their homeland, everyone was pressed up when there was a dangerous situation. There was no group to take turns to rest, and there was no reserve team. By two o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Dong was like this. It is recognized that the strength is strong, and it is almost impossible to carry it.

  Many people in their 40s and 50s stood still on the street, some even sat on the ground, not because they were lazy, but because they were powerless to move.

   From the morning and even last night till now, I have piled hundreds of tons of materials on the river with my hands and shoulders!

   The people who brought sand and gravel from neighboring villages, towns and counties also stepped up.

   When he came to the place where the gravel was piled up on the street, Lu Dong bent down and said to the person who was earning the pocket: "Auntie, give it away!"

   He didn't have the strength to carry it directly.

   Carrying a heavy bag on his shoulders, Lu Dong struggled to move forward while wading through the water that was about to reach his calf. Many people around him were like him, even if the sandbags bent their backs, they would not give up!

  The torrential flood washed the embankment, taking away pieces of embankment soil, leaving holes one by one.

   Carry on, there is hope!

   Give up, destroy your home and village!

   Every joint of Lu Dong is like rust, and it seems to make a sound when you move it. In this hot summer, the legs have been soaked in water for too long, and the bones are cold!

  Yang Liewen had already slumped on the small dam, and his heart was touched when he saw the disaster relief that went on and on.

   "Masters!" Right next to him, Lu Zhenlin, who had not slept here last night, yelled, his voice hoarse but still loud: "Hold on! The troops are here!"

persist in! persist in-

  woo-woo-

   The high-pitched cart horn sounded, and one after another, Green Jiefang came from the south entrance of the village.

  Lu Dong turned his head to look and stopped unconsciously.

   On the street, on the embankment, everyone is looking over there.

  The military car was parked in the middle of Jijie, and one figure after another jumped from the car.

   That is the most powerful aid!

   That's swipes of olive green!

Seeing the green figures rushing towards them with strong steps, Lu Dong smiled and relaxed. He couldn't hold the sandbag on his shoulders any longer. strength.

   "This wave is stable!" He laughed, he burst into tears, he was too tired and nervous, but this relaxation made his emotions out of control: "The flood of rough you, I won't kill you!"

   Li Wenyue's father couldn't hold back his joy: "The troops are here! The sky won't fall!"

   Olive green figures, carrying bags of sand and gravel, rushed towards the embankment along the stream of people.

   Not walking, but rushing!

   Just like their ancestors rushed out of the future for the country and the nation, they rushed forward without hesitation!

   "Who is in charge at the scene!" an officer asked loudly.

  Lu Dong pointed to Xiaoba: "The mayor and the brigade secretary are there!"

  The officer strode over there, Lu Dong took a deep breath, got up with support, picked up the sandbag, and walked towards the river bank step by step.

   (end of this chapter)