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Chapter 179

At the end of July, the rice in the fields is in the wax ripening period. Seeing that the crops that have been carefully served for half a year are about to usher in a bumper harvest, the people of Ping'an Village are tired and happy.However, all of this came to an abrupt end in the rainstorm.

A large area of ​​rice was blown down by the strong wind, and the torrential rain poured down. Chen Jianjun braved the rain and dug the mouth of the ridge of the field to the maximum, but the speed of the water flow still could not keep up with the rising speed of the water surface.

It can be seen that the yellow rice is slowly being submerged by the water, and the faces of the crowd are covered with despairing eyes.Peasants point to the crops to eat, and now they see their hopes in vain, and their hearts are as painful as cutting their flesh.

Now there are only newly harvested corn in the warehouses of every household, and they are all waiting for the rice harvest in mid-August to have a full meal.

God is going to starve us to death!The villagers stood in the rain beating their chests and feet, and Chen Jinjin waved his arms: "Cut the rice!"

Even if it doesn't dry out in the house and become moldy, it's better than rotten in the field.

So people, big and small, in Ping'an Village got busy. The rain was so heavy that people couldn't open their eyes, so they cut with their eyes closed. If the rice couldn't be lifted by water, they carried it in bundles, and harvested as much as they could.

The rice in the field has been snatched back half, and the ground of the main house and the side of the street are paved layer by layer. The sky is not clear, so they lit a fire in the stove, holding back the tears and pouring pot after pot of rice. Dry it and put it in a bag.

It doesn't matter whether the rice that comes out after doing this is good or not, just make sure there is some to eat.

All the children were detained in the house by the adults to prevent them from playing near the river ditches and the foot of the mountain. Ping'an Village lost the joy and laughter of the past.The old people looked at the sky at home and wiped their tears. How happy they were when the land was divided, how sad they are now.

Everyone's face is full of sadness.

"How is it?" Zhou Mei helped Chen Qianjin take off his coir raincoat and hang it on the wall, "We won't be required to pay public food this year, right?"

"Several families in one group have run out of food, so what to pay, isn't that fatal?" Chen Qianjin shook his head and sighed, "I believe the higher-ups won't treat us like this."

Just after Chen Qianjin finished his meeting in the brigade, a group was facing the river, and the rising water spread all the way from the farmland to the houses. Not to mention the food, all the belongings were completely flooded, and the commune could not be contacted. Several group leaders in the village discussed how to do it. Let's help each other to overcome the current difficulties.

"Dad, the radio said that the higher-ups sent troops to Nancheng for disaster relief." Chen Xing took the college entrance examination last year. Her initial choice was the Nanfang University of Finance and Economics where Chen Wan was, but as her horizons broadened, she felt that she should see the outside world. , Later, with Chen Wan's support, he applied for a university in Beijing and became the first Beijing University student in Linxi.

"Did you say which unit it is from?" Chen Qianjin's eyes lit up. The only news the family has obtained from the outside world is this radio that has been used for several years. I don't know how the situation in the city is, whether Chen Wan and the others are doing well.

"The army in Beijing." Chen Xing slowed down his speech, "Dad, do you think Uncle Three will be inside?"

"If your third uncle can come, he will definitely come." Chen Qianjin's dignified dark expression slightly relaxed, "Is there any news from the city on the radio?"

Chen Jinjin didn't have the time to stay at home. When it rained a little, he had to go to each house to check one by one. Most of the villages were made of mud and tile houses, and the rain leakage was minor, so don't hit people.

"No." Chen Xing thought more than Chen Qianjin, and analyzed, "The radio is not broadcasting, which means the city is still safe, uncle and the others will be fine."

"Chen Xing is right. There is no news that nothing happened. According to Dashan's temperament, the family must have enough firewood and food to carry it." Uncle De echoed, "Go ahead, go into the house and change your clothes. I asked Damei to cook soup to remove the cold, and you can drink two more bowls."

The disaster was the most serious along the banks of the river, and a group of people evacuated in. Chen Qianjin took Uncle De over. He was old and it was too dangerous to live alone.

Nowadays, there are two families crowded in one house on average. Regardless of whether there was a rift before or not, in the current situation, a friend in need has developed.

The rain was repeated, and Chen Qianjin divided some of the grain out. Zhou Mei soaked the crushed corn in water for a whole morning, and used a stone mill to crush it together with the wheat and bake it into cakes. The aroma is not overwhelming to eat.

Uncle De's teeth are bad, so Zhou Mei broke the cake and boiled it until soft. Chen Yongyang glanced at the rotten cake soup and turned his head disinterestedly. He was not picky about food, and he ate deliciously with every bite of cake and small pickles.

Rescue troops arrived at the disaster-stricken area and quickly dispersed to carry out rescue work.

"Jianjun, you are familiar with Heyuan, you will lead the team here, pay attention to safety, and don't let me down." Chen Jianjun understood what Meng Hai said, he took the order, counted the manpower, and took the lead big truck.

The place name of Heyuan is taken from the Yuanshui River in the city that almost runs through the whole county. Even after experiencing countless big scenes, Chen Jianjun's heart sank suddenly when he saw the scene in front of him.

Looking around, the mother river that people depended on has turned into a yellow purgatory, and the sights are full of mess. Under the command of Chen Jianjun, the well-trained soldiers either built walls with human flesh, or used anything that could The tools used were waded into the water and the trapped residents were moved to a safe place.

The rescue area expanded around Heyuan County, and the streets of Linxi Township turned into a turbulent stream. The formerly thriving supply and marketing cooperative was already submerged in water, and the Tuqiao River between the town and Ping'an Village overflowed, and no trace could be found. , the road ahead is completely cut off.

Soldiers from Shanshui rowed a simple boat to the opposite bank with difficulty. After traveling hundreds of meters, good news came back. The further they went, the weaker the water was.

Chen Jianjun was relieved. As a commander, he couldn't leave a group of soldiers to deal with private affairs, so he asked the person who delivered the supplies to bring a message to Chen Jinjin, intending to tell them that he was coming.

When the heavy rain stopped, when the first ray of sunlight illuminated the distant hills, there was a huge cheer from the top and bottom of Ping'an Village, it was over, it was finally over!

They hurried back to their flooded homes and moved the salvageable items outside to dry.The bed frame is intact, but the straw that has been soaked in water for a long time can no longer be used. At this time, there is no need to ask, and people who have dry straw will provide it.

There are only bare stalks left of the rice, and the crops in the land have been washed to pieces, just like their devastated hearts.

But people's perseverance is infinite. For farmers, as long as the land is still there, their lives will always have hope.

The high temperature in August quickly dried up the excess water in the soil. When Xu Kongshan and Chen Wan arrived home under the scorching sun, Chen Qianjin was leading the villagers to dig the ground. The sweet potatoes planted on the hillside survived the heavy rain. The harvest of sweet potatoes The season is from October to November. Finally, there is no unparalleled road. With these sweet potatoes, they are enough to last until next year's wheat harvest.

"The great famine in 50 and [-] came here, so where is it?" People in their [-]s and [-]s have never suffered so much. They are like thatch on the slope, with the most tenacious vitality, no matter how poor they grow No matter how severe ordeals the land has experienced, as long as the roots are still rooted, it will be able to radiate new shoots with full strength.

Zhou Mei poured the sweet potato vines saved last year mixed with swill into the pig trough, and the two half-grown piglets lying in the pen scrambled up and ate loudly.When digging sweet potatoes every autumn, the villagers will chop up the cut sweet potato vines and dry them in the sun, or put them in airtight containers as food reserves for piglets when they lack fresh pigweed.

"Wow, woof, woof!" The general kept yelling in the yard. Zhou Mei walked out and found a drenched old hen next to it. Looking carefully, it was the one that was lost at home the day it started to rain heavily. .

"Good dog." Zhou Mei touched the general's head. The general was hungry and thin because of the disaster. His pure black fur was not as shiny as usual. After being touched on the head, his tail was wagging more and more happily, like an electric fan. .

The old hen was drenched in the rain for several days outside, her eyelids half drooping, wondering if she would survive.Zhou Mei carried it under the eaves and sprinkled a handful of crushed corn, and looked at it later, the old hen with its dry feathers was already walking around alive and well, and there was not a grain of corn left on the ground.

She was a strong one, with a smile on Zhou Mei's face.

"Da Mei." Liu Qiang's mother's mournful voice passed through the courtyard wall. The general realized that he was an acquaintance, and quietly lay down under the eaves, sticking out his tongue to dissipate heat.

"Guihua." Zhou Mei's eyes fell on Liu Qiang's mother's crying eyes, "What happened?"

"Damei, can you let Qianjin think of a way to find out what the textile factory is like now?" Liu Qiang's mother finally stopped tears filling her eyes again, "I'm afraid that if there is no more letter from Liu Qiang, his father will I can't take it anymore."

"Don't worry, I'll tell him as soon as Qianqian finishes the meeting." Zhou Mei supported Liu Qiang's mother, "Why is Brother Liu not feeling well suddenly, I'll take a look with you."

Liu Qiang is filial, sending money home every month. Although Liu Qiang's mother is thrifty as always, she is very willing to give to Liu Qiang's father.Even if he has suffered in the past few days, he will not be so ill that he can't bear it.

The brick house of the Liu family was tidied up. On the right hand side of the main room was the bedroom of Liu Qiang's mother and his wife. The door was open. Zhou Mei stepped into the main room, and then Liu Qiang's father in the bedroom was coughing heart-rendingly.Liu Qiang's mother hurried over to pat him on the back, seeing Liu Qiang's father's expression, Zhou Mei was startled, with such a disheartened look, no wonder Liu Qiang's mother would say such a thing.

Liu Qiang's father stopped coughing, his throat sounded like a broken bellows, he greeted Zhou Mei with difficulty, and lay down on the bed.Liu Qiang's mother turned her head away to wipe the corners of her eyes, and signaled Zhou Mei to sit outside.

"It was fine for the first two days. I accidentally dropped a bowl while cooking the day before yesterday. He must have thought that something happened to Qiangzi, and then he ate less than one meal. Today, he can't even get out of bed. There is no way..." Liu Qiang's mother suppressed her crying, which made Zhou Mei feel extremely uncomfortable.

After sitting with Liu Qiang’s mother for a while, after Chen Jinjin’s meeting in the commune in the afternoon, Zhou Mei sighed and told about the matter. Seeing Chen Jinjin’s frown, her voice faltered: “It can’t be that something really happened to the textile factory. Bar?"

Chen Qianjin nodded slowly: "I just found out in the commune this morning that more than half of the textile factory was flooded. I heard... I heard that more than a dozen workers were washed away."

Zhou Mei took a breath: "A dozen? Is there a list? Liu Qiang—"

She wanted to ask if Liu Qiang was inside, but couldn't bear to ask.

"There is no list, and the specific commune is not clear." Chen Qianjin put on his straw hat again, "I will go to the police station to ask Zhang Cheng and the others."