After dinner, Hu Chunlan urged Lu Dong to go to the river and also gave his uncle some pickled cicada monkeys.

Perhaps I was too excited to see me again and endured it. When I left the orchard, my right eye was not very comfortable. After rubbing it a few times, my right eyelid thrust and thrust.

Lu Dong first went to Uncle's house in the south of the village.

The eldest aunt was alone at home. Lu Dong asked specifically. The cousin Lu Chun would not return from the university town the afternoon after tomorrow. The second cousin was in the army and went home to visit relatives for the New Year.

Lu Dong didn't stay for long, walked north along Ji Street from the south of the village, thinking about the university town she once knew.

If you remember correctly, the university town will be officially opened in September this year. Many universities in QuanNS District will be moved, at least part of the relocation will be brought here. In a few years, the university town will become the high-tech industrial city of Quannan City, and Qingzhao County will be designated as Qingzhao District.

The emergence of a new city is always accompanied by countless opportunities.

But Lu Dong knew better that being able to seize the opportunity is the opportunity.

I once stumbled until I was in my thirties and truly understood being pragmatic.

Therefore, Lu Dong first reminds himself to keep his feet on the ground and not to float.

Having said that, a person who had been thirty-four or five years old and had enough money to pay for a three-bedroom down payment in Quannan New City, had no capital to float on.

Ji Street is the widest street in Lujia Village, and it can accommodate two old cars driving 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 were nearby Bulinhe Village who came to help spontaneously.

In a big-headed car, the driver in the driver's seat looked at the north entrance of Ji Street, and could only see a lot of people busy. He asked the middle-aged man in the passenger seat: "Brother Quan, the bricklayer of the Lu family is fighting with us in the university town, why are we still giving things?"

"Put your brain!" The middle-aged man pointed the driver's head: "Our Liuwan Village is just south of the Lu family. Qingzhao River has become a river on the ground. The Lu family is in a high terrain. Will it flood us if you open the hole?"

The driver thinks that's the reason.

The middle-aged man taught another lesson: "How many wives are married to our village by the Lu family? How many daughters are married to the Lu family?"

"Uh... is it." The driver suddenly realized: "Brother Quan, you still have that...yes, the overall view."

The middle-aged man took out a cigarette: "Call Secretary! Secretary! How many times have you said it? Can you remember it?"

The driver quickly said, "Remember, remember this time."

The middle-aged man shook his head, not as good as a fool, got out of the car and came to the open street to smoke, and Lu Dong happened to come over.

This man, Lu Dong, looked back and remembered that he was a classmate's parents, and took the initiative to say hello: "Uncle Quan."

The middle-aged man looked at Lu Dong's familiar face and couldn't name him: "You are..."

Lu Dong smiled and said, "I am Zhaodi. Did Zhaodi get the test right? Is it okay?"

"Even if the top scorer is the best? Get married sooner or later." The middle-aged man has been depressed for many years and is used to saying: "I would rather have the last kid."

Lu Dong is difficult to respond. He can think of this middle-aged man because his daughter, classmate Liu Zhaodi, is the top scorer in the 1998 college entrance examination.

I had a vague impression that Liu Zhaodi also had a sister.

In a rural area where boys prefer girls and stubbornly, the depression of middle-aged people can be imagined.

"Dongzi!" Someone called him.

The man walked swaying from the south, with a good appearance, tall and big horse, but his shoulders were hanging down. When he walked, his shoes were mopping the floor, making a harsh stinging sound.

"Uncle Seven!" Lu Dong called out. This was the eldest son of Grandpa, Lu Jianren.

Since he was a child, he followed Uncle Qi to the river, fished, digged loaches, and ate lees...

Lu Jianren took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, pulled out one and wanted to give it to Lu Dong: "Come on the root?"

Lu Dong rubbed his right eye, stopped touching it, and pinched his nose: "It smells so good."

Lu Jianren yawned: "Check and drink in your hands, worrying about it!" He lit the cigarette and asked Lu Dong to walk towards the gate. Water flowed in front of him: "The beard is growing, and you don't smoke or drink, you are not considered a man."

Lu Dong squeezed his right eye: "A real man doesn't look at these."

Lu Jianren looked at him: "What's wrong with his eyes? The dirty thing on his body?"

Lu Dong had no choice but to fight back: "You don't understand, right eye twitches money, I can pick up a big wallet today."

"Fuck!" Lu Jianren spit out a big mouthful of cigarette: "Uneducated, right eye stutters! Do you understand?"

Lu Dong was not showing any weakness: "Uncle Qi, how old are you, and you still engage in feudal superstition?"

"Me!" Lu Jianren held a sip of smoke in his throat.

Lu Dong speeded up, and the more water it went forward, and soon arrived near Jijie Gate.

In this section, the river channel is east and west, and the bridge spans north and south, connecting the gates on both sides.

The gates built in the 1950s naturally had no lifting and falling gates. This was the road leading to Majia Village opposite the bridge. There was a intersection here, and two small dams were built with stones. There was a stone slide on the opposite side. The wooden boards of appropriate length were stuck in one by one, and then it became a gate.

The temporary gate has gaps and is not strong enough. People from Lujia Village piled four or five rows of sandbags high in the river embankment behind to block the river water from pouring in.

There was also a little water seeping into the gap between the sandbags, and the water penetrated across the ankles on the road near the gate.

Lu Zhenlin's eyes were red. He stood on the small dam and was directing the people on the dike to use sticks and bamboo poles to pick them in the water. Occasionally, the leaves of the water hyacinths flew into the air.

"Lao Qi, where did you drink yesterday?"

"Be careful of the third uncle peeling you!"

There are many people nearby, and Lu Jianren becomes the focus as soon as he arrives.

"Brother Dong!"

"Brother Dong!"

The two younger boys smiled at Lu Dong with some caution.

Lu Dong nodded without saying anything, climbed up the sandbag embankment directly. The turbid river water had long passed through the new bridge leading to Majia Village. The bridge had a stone guardrail with a high chest, blocking a large number of debris mainly water hyacinths, and only the uppermost layer was faintly exposed.

The debris seem light but in fact it is extremely harmful. It accumulates on the edge of the bridge and becomes a garbage dam, seriously hindering the water from pouring out.

Especially when heavy water rushes down something with a heavy weight, it is very likely to sink the bottom and block the bridge hole.

It would be dead at that time.

Lu Zhenlin is directing people to pick up garbage.

Opposite the river, people from Majia Village are doing the same thing.

"What a lot of water." Lu Jianren's voice was right next to him, and the smell of wine and smoke was mixed together: "There are no fish, I forgot to bring the net!"

Lu Dong was speechless. When was it time, and he was still thinking about fishing.

"This won't work." Someone shouted on the top of the small dam: "Uncle San, I can only pick you near the bridgehead and not take the trouble."

How long can a bamboo pole be? It is not easy to exert force, so it is limited to picking it away.

Lu Zhenlin made no decision: "Find a rope and go into the water!" His eyes fell on Lu Jianren: "Lao Qi, what did you do last night?"

"Go to dig upstream to dig the embankment." Lu Jianren threw away the cigarette butts and smiled: "Open the opening upstream, we'll be safe!"

There were so many people around him who looked over, and Lu Jianren didn't care at all and grabbed Lu Dong's arm and said, "Let's go."

Lu Dong knew that Uncle Qi drank high yesterday, otherwise he would have really suspected that he had digged someone else's embankment for his own village.

Someone brought a few large plates of ropes. When they were last night, Lu Zhenlin asked someone to check it out first.

Lu Dong stared at the water hyacinths and garbage piled up on the bridge. The river embankment was preserved last night. The fate of Lujia Village had been rewritten, but the flood was still raging, and no one could guarantee that there would be no problems.

Poor water flow will lead to an increase in the water level in this section.

This water level can't be higher.

Lu Jianren squatted on the small dam, looked at the bridge, and said, "Uncle San, there are too many water hyacinths, one batch will be cleared and another batch will be smashed, and the guardrail will be smashed!"

The man holding the bamboo pole said, "Lao Qi, the bridge was newly built in the county last year, and it was smashed. What should we explain!"

Lu Dong thought Uncle Qi was right and quickly said to Lu Zhenlin: "Third Grandpa, it's not a big deal to send people down. It's easy to talk about during the day, but it's dangerous at night."

"Go and find a sledgehammer!" Lu Zhenlin gritted his teeth with red eyes and said, "Smash! I'll carry it if you have something to do!"

Lu Jianren refused to let him go: "I'll go into the water!"

Lu Dong said, "I will go with Uncle Qi and I will take care of you."

Last night, Uncle Tie said something very right, no one in Lujia Village can stay out of the matter!

"Lao Qi, you drank high yesterday, okay?" someone asked with concern.

Lu Jianren grinned his teeth and said, "My wife and children, father and mother are all in the village, and you have to do it if you can't!"

He tied the rope around his waist, saw many people behind him grab the rope, took the long-handled sledgehammer, and said to Lu Dong: "Dongzi, don't be cowardly, follow your seventh uncle!"

After saying that, he jumped into the water and shouted: "Finish it early, fishing early!"

Lu Dong tied the rope on the rope, nodded to the person behind him, grabbed the sledgehammer, and jumped down.

The bridge was lifted high, and the two of them were tall and strong, and they couldn't reach their chests.

In the section close to the river bank, most of the debris have been picked up and there is no need to clean it up first.

Lu Jianren grabbed Lu Dong's arm and shouted: "You hit the west side, I hit the east side, you hit the first! Stay calm! Don't panic when the water rushes away, press me to hold your breath, you can pull it back!"

"Don't worry!" Lu Dong dragged the sledgehammer that fell in the water and walked towards the west.

With bridges and guardrails, the water flow rate on the bridge will not drive people away.
To be continued...