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Someone came from above and notified Qingshang Village of the transfer.

It turned out that there had been two rains in the upper reaches. When the flood peak passed, a **** was built and a village was flooded. Now that the flood peak is coming to their city, it is estimated that the evening will arrive.

It was getting dark and gloomy now, and there was no sign of sunshine at all.

The village chief of Qingshang Village was shouting everywhere, and the horn kept shouting all the time.

"Hong Feng is coming soon, everyone will transfer immediately!"

"Go to a relative's house! Don't move things! It's good to live anywhere, the higher the better!"

The throats were screaming, and some people were opening the barn to transport food outside.

They lived in a relative's house, and their lives were saved, so they wanted to come back to transport some things.

"Don't die!"

For those who have no relatives nearby, the village party secretary of Qingshang Village has visited several high-lying villages.

Songjiawan didn't agree with their past, and they didn't know each other well, and they were far apart.

There are also those who are willing to accept a few, but all of them can only provide a miscellaneous room without a stove.

The village party secretary was so angry that in the end he had no choice but to bite the bullet and come to Lankeng Village.

It's not that he doesn't like Lankeng Village, but it's because the name of Lankeng Village has been too loud over the years.

How poor.

All are foreigners, and there are beggars.

It is said that he bought a house and kept his roots, but he is not a local, and his relationship is not good.

Not to mention the sudden arrival of Lu Huai'an, the factory has also started up, and they deal with them on weekdays by begging Lu Huai'an to accept vegetables or something.

The villagers are looking forward to this income to support their families.

But in a pinch, the money is put aside for now.

The village chief who went first to the village party secretary was here, and the village party secretary of Lankeng Village happened to be here too. When he saw him coming, he immediately stood up: "Where have you been!"

"Ah?" The party secretary of Qingshang Village was stunned by the question, and subconsciously said: "I'll go, go to Songjiawan..."

Remembering that their village had a bad relationship with the people in Songjiawan, he closed his mouth again.

"Where are you going, they will help you, hurry up, Director Lu has arranged a place for you here, don't run around, and quickly arrange your villagers here."

Apart from the bungalows in the village, the rest of Lu Huaian and the others were covered.

Now they have also built a lot of houses, leaving many empty rooms.

But they are all real people, and there is no such thing as ruining the house, so now they are tidying up, the house is still fresh and refreshing, and people can live at any time.

Not to mention that they are garment factories themselves, so it's not a matter of minutes to cut sheets and quilts?

"I, we have eight families here..."

With a wave of his hand, the village chief said cheerfully, "It's all arranged, hurry up!"

I didn't expect such a good thing, the village party secretary didn't touch the stool, and immediately jumped up: "Hey! Good!"

Wearing a mino jacket and covering his hat with his hands, he drove desperately to the village all the way.

The river water, which had previously flowed over the embankment, had only flowed over the instep, but now it had reached the ankle.

The village party secretary hurriedly sent the eight families to Lankeng Village, and instructed the young men in the village to carry soil and fill the embankment.

"Fill it as much as possible!" The village chief wiped his sweat and went over to dig with a hoe: "Fill as high as you can."

I can't take care of that much, the river bank is really going to collapse, and their village will be finished, not to mention the fields, even this house is afraid that there are not many left.

After all, they are all adobe houses, covered with tiles on the top, so it's fine if it rains, but no one can say if they will fall down if they get soaked.

"I sent them all over!" The village party secretary carried a bag of sand and soil and put it on the river bank with difficulty: "Their houses are good! They are all brick and tile houses! And the terrain is also high, the director Lu is really smart. already."

The village chief sighed and nodded: "Good luck to their village!"

It was a well-known poor village, so how could he meet such a powerful person as Lu Huai'an?

If Lu Huaian was in their village, he might be able to help them build a canal, think of a way.

"Oh, don't think about it, just move!"

The old, the young, the sick, and the disabled were properly placed, and the young and strong people dug sand and bagged them together to block it.

How high can be one meter is one meter.

It was just that it was getting dark and there were no moon stars, so everyone realized that they had forgotten to take their flashlights.

Hearing the sound of rushing water, I felt a little panic in my heart.

"Don't go too far! Be careful!"

Everyone shouted, for fear that something would go wrong.

Step up the speed, all the rice bags are filled with sand.

But this is just a drop in the bucket for deeper and deeper waters.

"Could such a large amount of water be the Hongfeng mentioned above?"

The village chief shook his head and took a deep breath: "Hong Feng hasn't arrived yet, he will arrive at night."

Where is this going?

After hearing this, many people felt a chill in their hearts.

"Village Chief! No bags!"

The village chief was stunned and anxious: "How come there are no bags!?"

When I turned around, I realized that they had already piled up so far away.

It's just not high enough, far from enough.

In the low place, the water has slowly come up.

"What to do? How can this be good..."

All the bags in the village, those that can hold things, are all used for sand.

When everyone was anxious, there was a rumbling sound.

The village chief's eyes darkened: "Wouldn't it be Hong Feng coming?"

No, it's not time yet.

Such a loud noise, how much water must be!

"No, it's a tractor!" The village party secretary narrowed his eyes and saw a light in the distance: "Look, it's a tractor!"

Rumbling, coming from the slope.

It drove very slowly, completely different from when they came to collect vegetables in their village.

At that time, they always liked to bang bang, and the black smoke came out.

But now they are driving so slowly, why is there still such a **** smoke.

The village chief came to his senses and threw away the hoe: "It's broken, it's broken, it's hard to get past."

He hurriedly ran to the front, waving his hands to stop the car: "Stop! Stop! There's no way ahead!"

Tractors are not cheap! What if you fall into the river!

Fortunately, the tractor stopped at the persuasion. Shen Maoshi jumped from the top, and a few people jumped down from the drag bucket: "Village chief! Why don't you use flashlights!"

"Hey! I came out in a hurry, I forgot!"

Shen Maoshi snorted. Fortunately, when they went to Dingzhou to pull the sewing machine, they brought a lot of them along.

"We have it here, here it is."

When the flashlight hits, everyone's heart is a little cold: but after such a delay, the water has almost overflowed the sandbags they piled up.

Lu Huai'an interrupted their thoughts and shouted, "Hurry up! Brothers! Come on!"

Only then did the village chief realize that Director Lu had actually come.

As a result, no one could care to speak, bit the flashlight and carried sandbags in the past.

"It's all the sand we used to build the house, and we've also stocked up a lot, and it's all stuffed here."

It was originally the house Gong Hao planned to build for Cai Qin. After all, Cai Shengyuan was not too young, so it was inconvenient to live with her all the time.

As a result, the sandstone was just dragged back and the foundation was not laid, and this happened.

Simply move it over to use it first.

Cai Qin didn't say a word of nonsense, she fully supported them, and even helped pack the bags.

"This bag..." The village party secretary picked up the bag and realized something was wrong as soon as he held it with his hand, and was shocked at the time.

Lu Huai'an snorted and rushed forward with a bag of sand: "Don't worry about the bag, hurry up! Hong Feng is coming soon!"

That's not the amount of water it is now!

This place is a full 300 meters. As long as the 300-meter embankment is filled up, their village will be able to survive this crisis safely.

The sandbags on the tractor were thrown down at no cost, and people carried one bag and ran forward like crazy, compacting it.

Stack up!

I can't wait for my life to pile up!

A car was quickly piled up, but it was far from enough.

"Another car is coming soon!" Shen Maoshi jumped into the car, quickly backed up, and drove the car back to the promised place.

The embankment is not easy to turn around, so it was agreed in advance that he stopped and flashed the lights three times, and Cui Er drove another tractor over.

Cui Er came soon, and complained when he got out of the car: "I've been waiting for a long time!"

The third child is habitually silent, carrying sandbags with his head down.

Several trucks were transported in a row, and the whole section of the river embankment had three floors and three floors, and it really piled up a lot.

No one said a word, and when they came, they carried the sandbags and smashed them up.

After a while, it doesn't matter whether it is heavy or not, the pile will be finished.

Just as Lu Huai'an threw down a sandbag, he suddenly listened and took off the flashlight in his mouth: "Withdraw! Hong Feng is here!"

"Hong Feng is here!"

Everyone ran wild.

Cui Er desperately started the tractor and called them: "Get in the car if you can't run! I'll take you out!"

After pushing a few people who lost their strength to get into the car, the others stepped directly on the sandbags and ran: "Hurry back! Run!"

The village chief and the village party secretary ran at the back, shouting that the party members were last.

Rumble.

It sounded like a tractor, but everyone knew it wasn't.

Because the two tractors stopped at the high ground peanut field.

The peanuts that have been planted have been milled and milled many times, and they have long since faded, but no one has mentioned them.

Everyone gasped, standing on the ground of peanuts one by one, praying secretly.

The flashlights hit the river embankment in unison, illuminating the embankment as bright as day.

The first huge wave, with a bang, hit the embankment, shot a sandbag, and it was swept away in the blink of an eye, not a single wave was seen.

What followed was wave after wave.

The water is still surging up, and it has already been more than a meter higher than the original embankment.

Many people in Qingshang Village turned blue.

If the embankment had not been raised, the river would have already rushed into the village at this time.

But even if the embankment was raised, the water still did not stop, and the water level was still rising.

Continuously rising~www.wuxiamtl.com~ One after another sandbags were washed away and swept away, but they could only watch helplessly.

The water level is still rising, one meter, one meter two...

Eventually, the river flooded overwhelmingly over the embankment and over the reinforcement.

"why!?"

"what!!"

Many people in Qingshang Village were desperate, squatted on the ground, covered their eyes in pain and dared not look.

With such a large amount of water, once the embankment is washed away, their village will instantly become part of the river and become a vast ocean.

"It's gone." Lu Huai'an stared at a bamboo standing on the edge of the river bank, which he brought here specially.

It will also flow over the bamboo joint of the reinforced dike, and will not rise any further.

For a moment, everyone's eyes widened, and all the flashlights hit the bamboo.