MTL - The Era of Hard Work-Chapter 5 Lv Jianren
Chapter 5 Lv Jianren
After eating, Hu Chunlan urged Lv Dong to go to the river, and at the same time brought some pickled monkeys to the uncle's house.
Maybe it was because I was too excited to see the old lady again, and I forcibly endured it. When I left the orchard, my right eye was uncomfortable. After rubbing it a few times, my right eyelid twitched.
Lu Dong went to the uncle's house in the south of the village first.
The eldest aunt was at home alone, and Lu Dong asked specifically, the lobby brother Lu Chun would not be able to return from the university town until the afternoon after tomorrow, and the second cousin was in the army, and he would not go home to visit relatives until the Chinese New Year.
Lu Dong didn't stay much longer, walking north along Jijie Street from the south of the village, thinking about the university town he was familiar with.
If I remember correctly, the university town was officially opened in September this year. Many universities in Quannan city will be relocated, at least some of them will be relocated. In a few years, the university town will become a high-tech industrial city in Quannan City, together with Qingzhao County. Qingzhao District.
The emergence of a new city is always accompanied by countless opportunities.
But Lu Dong is more clear that only those who have the ability to seize are opportunities.
I used to fool around until I was in my thirties before I really knew how to be pragmatic.
Therefore, Lu Dong first reminded himself to keep his feet on the ground and not to float.
Having said that, there was a time when a person who was 34 or 5 years old and only got enough down payment for a three-bedroom apartment in Quannan New Town had no floating capital.
Jijie Street is the widest street in Lujia Village, which can accommodate two old Jiefang cars running side by side.
There were seven or eight trucks and tricycles pulling sand and gravel and other supplies, parked on the east side of the street. Lu Dong asked someone to ask, and most of them came spontaneously from nearby Bulinhe villages to help.
In a large car, the driver in the driver's seat looked out at the north entrance of Jijie Street, and could only see a lot of people busy, and asked the middle-aged man in the co-pilot: "Brother Quan, the mason of the Lu family is fighting with us in the university town for a job. "Why do we still send something?"
"Use your brains!" The middle-aged man nodded the driver's head: "Our Liuwan Village is just south of the Lu family. The Qingzhao River has become a river on the ground. The Lu family is on a high terrain. Will openings flood us?"
The driver thinks about this.
The middle-aged man taught another lesson: "How many daughters-in-law are married to the Lu family in our village? How many daughters-in-law are married to the Lu family?"
"Uh... yes." The driver suddenly realized: "Brother Quan, you still have that... Yes, look at the big picture."
The middle-aged man took out his cigarette: "Call the secretary! The secretary! How many times have you said it? Can you remember it?"
The driver said quickly: "Remember, remember this time."
The middle-aged man shook his head, not as knowledgeable as a fool. He got out of the car and went to smoke in the bright light of the street. Lu Dong happened to come over.
This person, Lu Dong, looked familiar. After thinking about it, he remembered that he was the parent of a classmate and took the initiative to say hello: "Uncle Quan."
The middle-aged man looked at Lu Dong's familiar face, but couldn't name his name: "You are..."
Lu Dong said with a smile, "I'm a classmate of Zhao Di, is Zhao Di correct? Did you pass the exam?"
"What's the use of taking the top spot? Marry sooner or later." The middle-aged man has been stagnant for many years, and habitually said: "I'd rather be the last kid."
Lu Dong is not easy to answer, but he can think of this middle-aged man because his daughter, that is, classmate Liu Zhaodi, is the No. 1 Scholar in the 1998 College Entrance Examination County.
I have a vague impression that Liu Zhaodi also has a younger sister.
One can imagine the depression of middle-aged people in rural areas where patriarchy is stubborn.
"Fujiko!" Someone called him.
This man came lounging from the south, with a decent appearance, tall and tall, with his shoulders drooping, the soles of his walking shoes mopping the floor, making an unpleasant squeaking sound.
"Seventh Uncle!" Lu Dong beckoned, this is the third grandfather's big family, big Lv Jianren.
Since he was a child, he followed Uncle Qi into the river, fished, dredged loach, and swarmed leeches...
Lu Jianren took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, took out one to give to Lu Dong: "Come here?"
Lu Dong rubbed his right eye, didn't answer, pinched his nose: "It smells so good."
Lv Jianren yawned: "Tobacco and alcohol are in hand, worry about rolling the ball!" He lit a cigarette and beckoned Lv Dong to the gate, when water dripped in front of him: "My beard has grown, I don't smoke, I don't drink, it doesn't count. man."
Lu Dong squeezed his right eye: "Real men don't see this."
Lu Jianren looked at him: "What's wrong with the eyes? Dirty things on the upper body?"
Lu Dong was helpless and shot back: "You don't understand, your right eye jumps for money, I can pick up a big wallet today."
"Fart!" Lv Jianren spit out a big mouthful of smoke: "No culture, right eye jumps disaster! Do you understand?"
Lu Dong did not show weakness: "Seventh uncle, how old are you, and you still engage in feudal superstition?"
"Me!" Lu Jianren held a cigarette in his throat and eyes.
Lü Dong speeded up, the more water he went forward, the more water he got, and soon he arrived near the Jijie gate.
In this section, the river is east and west, and the bridge spans from north to south, connecting the gates on both sides.
The gates built in the 1950s naturally have no rising and falling gates. This is the road leading to Majia Village opposite the bridge. The river embankment leaves an intersection here, and two small dams are built with stones. For the slideway, a piece of wood with a suitable length is inserted into it, and it becomes a gate.
There were gaps in the temporary gate, and it could not be said that it was strong. The people of Lujia Village piled up four or five rows of sandbags with the height of the river embankment behind it to prevent the river from pouring in.
There was also a little water infiltrating along the sandbag gap. On the road near the gate, the water submerged the ankles.
Lv Zhenlin's eyes were red, he was standing on the small dam, and he was directing the people on the embankment to use sticks and bamboo poles to pick them in the water. Occasionally, the leaves of water hyacinth could be seen flying into the air.
"Old Seven, where did you drink yesterday?"
"Be careful Third Uncle peels you!"
There are a lot of people around here, and Lv Jianren became the focus as soon as he arrived.
"Brother Dong!"
"Brother Dong!"
The two younger boys smiled at Lu Dong with some caution.
Lu Dong nodded, no nonsense, and climbed directly onto the sandbag dam. The turbid river had long since passed the new bridge leading to Majia Village. The bridge had a chest-high stone guardrail, which blocked a large number of debris, mainly water hyacinth, only the top one. A layer was faintly revealed.
Debris seems to be light, but in fact it is extremely harmful. It accumulates on the bridge and becomes a garbage embankment, which seriously hinders the flow of water.
Especially when the heavy water washes down the heavy objects, if the debris is blocked, it is very likely to sink to the bottom and block the bridge hole.
will die then.
Lv Zhenlin was instructing people to pick up the trash.
Across the river , people from Majia Village are doing the same thing.
"What a huge amount of water." Lv Jianren's voice was right next to him, mixed with the smell of alcohol and smoke: "The fish is indispensable, I forgot to bring the net!"
Lu Dong was speechless, what time was it, and he was still thinking about fishing.
"It won't work like this." Someone on the top of the small dam shouted: "Uncle Third, you can only pick near the bridge head, it's not a big deal."
How long can a bamboo pole be? It's not easy to exert force, and the number of picks is limited.
Lv Zhenlin has no shortage of determination: "Find the rope and go into the water!" His eyes fell on Lv Jianren: "Seventh, what did you do last night, bastard?"
"Going upstream to dig the embankment." Lu Jianren threw away the cigarette butts and smiled hilariously: "Open your mouth upstream, we are now safe!"
There were so many people around, all of them looked over, but Lu Jianren didn't care, grabbing Lu Dong's arm: "Let's go."
Lu Dong knew that Seventh Uncle had been drinking too much yesterday, otherwise he would have suspected him of digging other people's dikes for his own village.
Someone brought a few large plates of rope, and when they came out last night, Lu Zhenlin had them checked first.
Lu Dong stared at the water hyacinth and garbage piled up on the bridge. The river bank was saved last night, and the fate of Lujia Village has been rewritten, but the flood is still raging, and no one can guarantee that there will be no more problems.
Poor water flow will cause the water level in this section to increase.
This water level cannot be higher.
Lv Jianren squatted on the small dam, looked at the bridge, and said, "Third uncle, there are too many water hyacinths, one batch is cleared and one batch is returned, and the guardrail will be smashed!"
The person with the bamboo pole said, "Seventh, the bridge was newly built in the county last year, and it was smashed, what shall we explain!"
Lu Dong thought Uncle Seven was right, and quickly said to Lu Zhenlin, "Third grandpa, it's not a problem to always send someone down. It's easy to talk about during the day, but dangerous at night."
"Look for the sledgehammer!" Lu Zhenlin said with red eyes and gritted teeth, "Smash! I'll take care of it!"
Lv Jianren did his part: "I'll go into the water!"
Lu Dong said, "I'm going with Uncle Seven, and there is someone to take care of."
What Uncle Tie said last night is quite right, no one in Lujia Village can stay out of it!
"Old Seven, you drank too much yesterday, can you?" Someone asked with concern.
Lv Jianren bared his teeth and said, "Wife and child, father and mother are all in the village, it's okay if you can't do it!"
He tied the rope around his waist. Seeing that many people behind him were grabbing the rope, he took the sledgehammer and said to Lu Dong, "Don't be a coward, keep up with your seventh uncle!"
After finished speaking, he jumped directly into the water and shouted: "Early finish the job, and fish early!"
Lu Dong tied the rope, nodded to the person pulling the rope behind him, grabbed the sledgehammer, and jumped down.
The bridge is high, and the two are tall and strong, so the water can't reach the chest.
In this section near the embankment, most of the sundries have been picked up, so there is no need to clean it up first.
Lu Jianren grabbed Lu Dong's arm and shouted, "You hit the west side with the water, I hit the east side, you hit first! Hold on! Don't panic when the water rushes away, hold your breath as I teach you, and the top can be pulled back!"
"Don't worry!" Lu Dong dragged the sledgehammer that fell into the water and walked westward.
There are bridges and guardrails, and the speed of the water on the bridge is not so fast that people will run away.
Regardless of Seventh Uncle on the other side, Lu Dong stabilized his body, picked up his sledgehammer, and slammed it down towards the stone guardrail.
The hammer head fell into the water, and its strength weakened, but Lu Dong was so strong that the sledgehammer still slammed into the guardrail with a thud.
Click—
The not-so-obvious crack sounded.
Lu Dong wiped the splash of water on his face, then smashed it hard with the sledgehammer, again and again.
The guardrail was washed overnight and suffered a few more hits, and a large piece broke off immediately.
Lu Dong made persistent efforts, and smashed it down with several hammers. The connected stone guardrail fell two or three meters with a click, and the water hyacinth and other garbage accumulated in front of him immediately washed away a large piece.
"Go forward!" Lu Jianren reminded Lu Dong: "Don't stop, go to Qingshui Gourd first!"
Lu Dong walked away, and Lu Jianren smashed the guardrail on the west side against the current. The speed of the water on the bridge suddenly accelerated, almost swept him away.
Lu Jianren steadied himself with the sledgehammer, and walked forward. At the same time, he rushed across the bridge and shouted: "Ma's family, don't make him a coward, what a shrewd turtle? Do you still have a handle? It's the man, hurry down. people!"
Lu Dong has been convinced by Uncle Seven's rude mouth. When is it time to start making fun of him?
A large number of water hyacinths and **** were washed away along the water, and Lu Dong kept pulling them up and throwing them out. In the middle, he encountered a little pig. I don't know how many days it died. The taste is indescribable.
Lu Dong cleaned up a section, and when he was about to smash the guardrail again, someone in Majia Village opposite also fell into the water, scolding and scolding: "Lao Qi, you are a mountain eagle, when the water disappears, we will settle the account!"
On the small dam, a few people climbed up, and the leader was a young man with eyes, about 27 or 8 years old, wearing long-tube black rubber shoes, a white lining tucked into his waist, and the head of his belt was reflective.
"Uncle Third, Mayor Yang is here." Lu Jianshe, who followed closely, reminded Lu Zhenlin who was staring at the river.
"Hello, old secretary!" Yang Liewen, the mayor of the town, stepped forward to shake hands and said, "Aid will arrive soon, but there is a problem with traffic conditions, so we need to take a detour."
Yang Liewen is very heart-warming. He has just been in office for a month and has encountered a flood that has not been seen in 50 years. He received a call this morning and rushed over in a hurry. He didn't see the flood, and was first dried up by the stagnant water in the bridge hole of the expressway...
The grassroots work is not easy to do, there are pits everywhere!
(end of this chapter)
