MTL - The Era of Hard Work-Chapter 1 emergency gong

   Chapter 1 Emergency Gong

   "Why am I here?"

  The night shrouded the old river embankment made of rammed earth. Lu Dong turned on the switch of the iron flashlight, the yellow light circle fell, and the turbid river water was just over a meter below the embankment, rolling over the water hyacinth.

   This is a flood that may break the embankment at any time!

   Looking back, not far behind the embankment, the hometown of Lujia Village was hidden in the darkness.

   This is not 2019!

Lu Dong remembers very clearly: when Typhoon Likima hit in 2019, the Qingzhao River in his hometown flooded, he went back to help fight the flood, and fought by the river for three consecutive days. When he left, he drove through the highway under the bridge hole. Because he was too tired, he rushed into the bridge hole. In the water, and then you don't know...

   Ninety-nine percent of people had a car accident at the highway bridge hole.

   In the end, he woke up outside the embankment of Qingzhao River, still young.

   When he climbed up from the outside of the river bank, Lu Dong felt the change, his big belly disappeared, and his body was very strong.

   At this moment, I glanced down with the tin flashlight, and my clothes were turned upside down.

  The feet are covered with mud-stained melaleuca bottoms. There are small windows in front of both shoes, and the big brother hiding in the back is especially cool—ventilated, breathable, and water-permeable!

  The legs are coarse cloth pants, high-end atmosphere, hand-stitched!

   On the top is a light blue short-sleeved T-shirt, fat enough, big enough, and old-fashioned in style, with its own ugly halo, and four words on the chest: Qingzhao Yizhong!

   Lu Dong has the impression that the last time he wore a school uniform was in the summer after the college entrance examination.

   I remember when the college entrance examination was over, the flood raged, the Qingzhao River burst its embankment, and Lujia Village was destroyed!

   Lu Dong has been bombarded by the Internet age, so he has some guesses about the current situation.

   Back to the past? Back to the summer after the college entrance examination? Younger? Greasy middle-aged fat man turned into a strong guy?

   The spirit is still in a trance, the iron flashlight tapped on the forehead, it hurts!

  Lü Dong looked into the distance, there were lights flickering under the night, and there were faint shadows swaying, and there were people on duty at night on the riverbank.

   More than 200 meters away from the southeast, the lights are the brightest. A bridge connects the central market street of Lujia Village and the opposite Majia Village, which is also the closest place to the river in Lujia Village.

  The gate at the bridge head is already on the gate, right?

   This surging river with turbid waves passes close to the north of Lujia Village. Once the embankment bursts, the consequences will be disastrous.

   "Come on, come on, meet Ninety Eight."

   Ye Feng's singing was filled with murmurs: "Come on, come on, meet in 1998..."

   Behind the dimly moving flashlight aperture, a person walked along the river bank.

  No one arrived, and a stench hit Lu Dong's nose.

   Lu Dong is a child of a farm family and can smell the stench of chicken manure.

   Compared with pigs, cattle, sheep and horses, the stench of chicken manure is stronger and pungent.

   "Fuyuko!" came the words in a local accent: "I told you to patrol the river, where are you running!"

  As the person got closer, Lu Dong could clearly see the person behind the flashlight halo.

  The man was about forty, and his face was full of the roughness of a peasant man. He held a flashlight in his right hand, a small radio on his left wrist, a gong on his finger, and a rag shoe tied to the gong.

  Lu Dong remembered who it was: "You are...Uncle Tie..."

  Uncle Tie's surname is Lu. He is a chicken breeder in his hometown. He is a bit stingy. He was called Tie Rooster in the 1980s. After a long time, he started to be called Tie Ge when he was younger, and the younger generation was called Tie Uncle.

   screaming, many people don't know what his big name is.

   Uncle Tie stopped and looked at Lu Dong: "You melon, don't you even know Uncle Tie?"

  Lu Dong suddenly didn't know how to answer the call.

  In my memory, on the second day after the college entrance examination, the Qingzhao River burst its embankment in the early hours of the evening, and the flood water rushed towards Lujia Village. The chicken farm in the north of the village was the first to bear the brunt.

and also!

  Fa Xiao Li Wenyue was on duty on that section of the embankment at night, and it was gone.

   At that time, he was the most powerful scholar in Lujia Village, and he failed to see the 211 notice.

Except for the section where the Qingzhao River joins the Yellow River in the northernmost part, the rest are all within the territory of Qingzhao County, Quannan City. Quannan is famous for its spring water, and Qingzhao County is no exception. flow down.

The    river is not big, and it will stop flowing in the dry season in winter. In the normal rainy season, it is only ten meters wide and more than two meters deep. The river water is lower than the flat land outside the river bank.

   This part of the river flowing through the north of Lujia Village is an "S" shape with a length of several hundred meters.

   It was the last sharp bend of the river bank that collapsed.

The embankment of the Lujia Village section is nearly three meters above the ground. The wide part can run light trucks, and the narrow part can also pass agricultural three-wheelers. It is made of rammed soil and built in the late 1950s, but Lu Dong has not seen maintenance repairs since he was a child .

   This is related to the fact that since the founding of the People's Republic of China, there has been no flood in Qingzhao County.

   Before this flood, no one would associate Qingzhao River with flood resistance.

The guess turned into reality, and what Lu Dong had seen and heard gradually came together in his mind: the turbulent river roared and roared; The embankment collapsed and created a huge gap, and the turbid waves rushed out.

  The flood peaks swept thousands of miles, rushed into the village behind the gap, and swept through large fields of farmland orchards.

   His home, his uncle's home, the apple orchard contracted by his family, and even all the homes in the entire Lujia Village, were mostly washed down by the floods and collapsed!

   The village that gave birth to him and raised him suffered the greatest disaster since the founding of the People's Republic of China!

   Lu Dong's trance quickly dissipated, and he made a final confirmation: "Uncle Tie, what date is today? Gregorian calendar!"

  Many people in rural areas are used to talking about the lunar calendar.

  Uncle Tie seemed very surprised, the flashlight shone on Lu Dong: "The tenth of the solar calendar!"

   "98 years?" Lu Dong asked.

  Uncle Tie was surprised: "Can you still fail in 1999? You just came back from the college entrance examination yesterday! You forgot it? I haven't asked you yet, how was the exam?

  If Lu Dong didn't care about the latter, he bought it in high school, and he messed around for three years without mentioning his grades.

   His mind is completely on the other side. The college entrance examination was over yesterday? Today is... July 10, 1998!

   Lu Dong knew, he really went back to 1998!

   But no time to think about it.

  This embankment, the section that collapsed, is at 3:30 in the morning tonight!

   The turning point of the fate of Lujia Village!

  Lu Dong didn't bother to say more, he stepped forward to grab Uncle Tie's gong, and ran towards the north.

  Uncle Tie was caught off guard, and shouted to Lu Dong, "You're eighteen, and you're still in trouble? Leave the gong!"

The    man ran so fast that he couldn't do anything about it, so he shouted again: "Fuyuko, slow down! Don't fall into the river, this big water, your water is not good enough!"

   Lu Dong didn't look back, didn't have time to explain to others, and didn't have time to think about other things. The flashlight illuminated the river bank, stepped on the uneven hardened three-heaped soil, and ran to the north.

  Uncle Tie shook his head in disappointment: "Jianjun is a hero, why did he give birth to a bastard? He also has strength, nothing else matters, sooner or later he will become a bastard..."

  The river bank is not a straight line, and it was night again. Lu Dong was so anxious that even if he ignored the other watchmen he met, he couldn't run very fast.

   Holding a flashlight in his right hand, and with his left hand, he wanted to push aside the jujube sticks protruding from the outside of the river bank. Lu Dong simply hung the rope that tied the gong around his neck.

   On the left is a gong, which is larger than those used by sesame oil vendors.

  The cloth shoe on the right has dry and hard black mud soles, and the stench that floats up indicates that it is the broken shoes worn by Uncle Tie in the chicken farm.

  Cloth shoes pulled the gong on the other side of the neck, and the layer of dried chicken manure was full of two pounds.

   Lu Dong ignored the odor and glanced at the turbid river water not far from the top of the bank, hoping that it would be too late!

  No one wants to be homeless!

   From 1998 to 2019, for 21 years, he had mixed, tired, cried, and fought. Although he was not very successful, he even became a big leftover, but he also understood his hometown and responsibilities.

   The three-jointed soil bumps of the people under his feet, and the painful sour jujube sticks hanging on the outside of the river embankment, all told Lu Dong that this was not a dream!

   Lu Dong's more and more memories emerged. It hasn't rained since the college entrance examination in the central and northern parts of Qingzhao County. However, heavy rains continued to fall in the southern mountainous areas. Several large reservoirs could not bear the pressure and released floods downstream, resulting in an overall emergency in the middle and lower reaches.

  Lack of experience in flood control and a serious lack of prediction of water potential. In this situation tonight, there were only a dozen people scattered on the river bank in Lujia Village, and they had paid a heavy price.

   Running along the river bank to the last sharp bend, Lu Dong saw Li Wenyue.

   This handsome big boy was born with deficiencies. When he grew up, he could be tall, but he was very thin. He sat on the corner of the curved triangular dam near the river, and asked in surprise, "Dongzi, why are you here?"

   Lu Dong did not respond, and continued northward across the triangular dam. The flashlight fell under the river, searching for possible abnormal places.

   Li Wen is getting weirder and has always been unreliable. What is this for?

   Before he could think clearly, Lu Dong had already gone out nearly 20 meters, and Li Wenyue quickly followed.

  Puff—

   Something seems to have fallen into the water? Lu Dong quickly stopped to check, except for the turbid river water, there were some water hyacinths mixed with all kinds of garbage.

   "Dongzi, I seem to hear something?" Li Wenyue was also looking carefully.

  The sound is not too loud, you can't hear it at all from a distance.

   Another faint sound came from below, and at the place where Li Wenyue's flashlight was illuminated, a piece of soaked three-heap soil shattered and fell into the water.

   "Is there anything wrong?" Li Wenyue took two steps back: "This bend is the thickest embankment, and there is also a triangular dam..."

   Lu Dong combined some memories, and his face was ugly.

   I once heard someone mention the analysis of water conservancy experts, why this section of the river bank collapsed.

  Under normal circumstances, the embankment of this bend is the thickest, and the sharp corner of the triangular dam is splitting and rushing straight, so there should be no problem.

However, according to water conservancy experts, the triangular dam splits the rapids, reducing the direct flow of the current, and forming a buffer zone on the north side of the dam, but the shore on the north side of the buffer zone has underwater vortices due to changes in water flow, resulting in a gentle The flow of water outside the area is faster and more complex, posing a deadly threat to the old embankment.

   Of course, the biggest reason is the disrepair.

   Lu Dong pulled Li Wenyue up, quickly retreated to the solid triangular dam, and said, "Wenyue, go find the third grandpa!" The third grandpa is a senior village official: "Tell him to come and have a look!"

   Li Wenyue looked as if he had changed his face, and determined that this was not a crime, so he immediately got off the river bank and ran to the southeast.

   This river bank once engulfed Li Wenyue's life, but now he finally got out.

   Waiting for Li Wenyue to disappear into the night, Lv Dong took off the gong hanging around his neck, held the gong in his left hand, grabbed the heel of the rag shoes with his right hand, waved his arm vigorously, and the sole of his shoe slammed against the gong.

  咣—

   Countless black debris flew up and landed on the river, on the bank, and on Lu Dong.

  咣—

  More black **** flew up, and the smell hidden in it stimulated people's spirits!

   Lu Dong sounded the emergency gong!

   In the past two months, I have been preparing a new book, but the new book is difficult to produce, so it is only released now.

   This book is not an entertainment article. To be honest, this is the most serious and meticulous book since the coding. I will not mention the outline. As for the detailed outline of the chapter, it is about 600,000 words.

   Many of the flood fights in the first few chapters of this book came from what I experienced and heard in my hometown last August in Lichma.

   Finally, ask for support!

   (end of this chapter)