Chapter 99 Chapter 99 Disasters

Hong Wenyong took advantage of Hong Dafu helping to move the household items, and looked around Heidonggou by himself. From a distance, he saw Lao Yang gesticulating and talking to the little secretary. Hong Wenyong is thirty-seven years old this year. He is taciturn and doesn't like to talk. It is because of this that the township government let him be the village head. However, Hong Wenyong is not as dull as he appears on the surface. The secretary of the long party branch is just a scumbag, and anyone who is unhappy can swear a few words to vent their anger. What is said on TV that the village committee leads the villagers to become rich and well-off, 們!

When Zhu Ziqiang saw him, Hong Wenyong touched his chin, stood in the rainstorm, and looked at the ditch water in a daze. Zhu Ziqiang stopped Lao Yang, pointed to Hong Wenyong, and the two walked over together. "Major Hong?" Zhu Ziqiang's voice was loud, piercing through the rain and bringing the dazed Hong Wenyong back to reality. "Secretary Zhu, it's raining too much. Go and hide in the house." Hong Wenyong's smile made Zhu Ziqiang involuntarily feel pity. A dignified village chief smiled so humbly, even mixed with a little flattery. Zhu Ziqiang nodded: "Let's go back together. How many years have you been the village chief?"

Lao Yang followed behind the two of them. Hong Wenyong failed to pass a few times, so he had to stand side by side with Zhu Ziqiang, but his hands were tightly leaning on his thighs: "Three years." Zhu Ziqiang turned his head to look into his eyes, but Hong Wenyong shyly avoided looking at him: "People in the village don't take this seriously, as long as they use their wages as hospitality expenses, anyone can do it." Zhu Ziqiang frowned, feeling a little hurt from the rain, "Lao Yang said that the people in your village are unwilling to clear the sand and stones in the ditch?"

Hong Wenyong did not speak, but slowly followed Zhu Ziqiang's pace with his head down.Lao Yang yelled: "You bastard! Secretary Zhu is talking to you, you are bored with a hammer!" Hong Wenyong glanced at Lao Yang, the corner of the other's mouth twitched a few times, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's not that the people in the village don't want to do it, but..." At this point, he choked back again abruptly. Zhu Ziqiang stopped, lowered his head, and stood in front of Hong Wenyong: "If you don't even dare to say what the villagers think, you are too incompetent as the village chief."

On the contrary, Hong Wenyong smiled indifferently: "Secretary Zhu, be careful about losing money and paying for this village chief. It's boring if you don't have everyone's approval. Now you are my village chief. I will say whatever you want to know." Zhu Ziqiang laughed loudly and said, "It's not up to me alone. I can't control whether you should be the village chief or not. It's the people in your village who have the final say. Lao Yang, don't play tricks, I very angry!" As soon as Zhu Ziqiang's words fell, Lao Yang happily bumped Hong Wenyong with his elbow: "Bonk, Secretary Zhu is a good person, have you seen it? Don't put on airs!"

Hong Wenyong heaved a long sigh of relief, and pointed to the half-mountain of Heidonggou: "There, Secretary Zhu, blow up a few big rocks there, pull a few bags of cement up to block the water in the ditch, and then dig the rocks from the left to divert water. It can't move the village at all." Lao Yang hurriedly added: "But the diverted water will occupy part of the land of the head of the township Ji." Zhu Ziqiang scolded Mao Chacha, you son of a bitch, the last sentence is the key, damn it, old man Yang didn't relax as soon as he came, and frequently posed difficult problems for Lao Tzu!

Zhu Ziqiang squinted his eyes for a long time, then turned and continued to walk forward. Hong Wenyong looked at Lao Yang with an extremely sad expression on his face, and Lao Yang shook his head seriously at him. Zhu Ziqiang suddenly asked: "What did the Jixiang family say before?" Lao Yang smiled wryly and said: "Secretary Zhu, I'm not afraid of your wild thoughts. After all, you and Mayor Ji are on the same team. When it comes to this, don't blame me for talking nonsense. Mayor Ji is a cadre. What can he say? The people in his family have said that they want the dark water to be diverted, yes, Tianba Village will pay for it. Secretary, he is a hero..."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Zhu Ziqiang turned to Hong Wenyong: "What's the economic value of that land?" Hong Wenyong said hastily: "It's all stone cliffs, and nothing can be grown." The three of them went to the village, and Zhu Ziqiang went to look at the relocation site. It was almost done, and there were only a few empty houses left. "Old Yang, have you received the forecast from the County Meteorological Bureau today?" Lao Yang nodded and said, "Yes, there is also a call from the Flood Control Office of the Water and Electricity Bureau."

Zhu Ziqiang said: "Then why didn't you say it when Secretary Ma was around?" Old Yang said: "Liu...the director and the others are also here. Besides, no one is sure how heavy the rain will be. If it rains like a normal heavy rain, then..." Zhu Ziqiang shook his head, stopped talking, and walked towards the village committee with a sullen face. The relocated people lived here first. Zhu Ziqiang visited from house to house, kept looking at his watch to calculate the rain time, and felt panicked. At this time, Yang Yu Zi and Jiang Chongjian also arrived. Looking at the mud on Yang Yuzi's body, Zhu Ziqiang's tense face relaxed: "Secretary Yang, you have worked hard, have you fallen hard this way?"

Yang Yuzi nodded coldly, Jiang Chongjian grinned, probably recalling Yang Yuzi's fall, Zhu Ziqiang blinked at him, and the two laughed silently. Yang Yuzi asked, "How is the situation?" Zhu Ziqiang said: "All the people near Mizoguchi have moved here. The rain is so strong that it is not supposed to rain heavily after the beginning of autumn." Branch secretary Hong Dafu was a stonemason, and he helped people repair graves during the slack season. Lao Yang said that this man could carry three hundred catties of stone slabs on his shoulders.About fifty years old, wearing an indan cloth shirt, tall and thin, with criss-cross wrinkles on his face, as if outlined by a black pen. The most characteristic feature is a pair of big hands with fingers like carrots.Zhu Ziqiang pushed away the paper-packed cigarettes he handed over: "Thank you, I don't know how to smoke."

Yang Yuzi said anxiously: "It's almost two hours, we have to find a way, we can't sit still!" As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Dafu threw away his cigarette butt: "Here we come!" Everyone listened carefully with their ears upright. Sure enough, there was a distant booming sound, like a train speeding through a cave, and the sound of mountain torrents rushing away with rocks. Hong Dafu whispered to Zhu Ziqiang: "Secretary Zhu, let me go and see." Look?" Zhu Ziqiang shook his head: "Don't go, it's useless to look at it. Go and see that the resettled farmers are all from the same village. If they need anything, you will support them first, and then the village will make up for it. Chong Jian , come with me." Jiang Chongjian nodded, and Zhu Ziqiang walked to the office of the village party secretary, beckoning him to close the door, and the two sat down on a long wooden stool. Zhu Ziqiang looked at him: "I heard that you were the station master of the Forestry Station?" Jiang Chongjian nodded, but still didn't speak, Zhu Ziqiang thought for a while and asked, "Is there something wrong with Mayor Ji?" Jiang Chongjian said: "It's not a holiday. My ex-girlfriend, um, used to teach in Tianba elementary school and stayed with me for four years. She married Ji Minghua last year." Zhu Ziqiang looked at the big man with a blank face, and thought with his ass that it was not as simple as getting married, but he didn't want to talk about it, so he couldn't ask further. He nodded and said, "You have been working at the family planning station since last year?" "yes." "Still being the station master?" Jiang Chongjian smiled wryly and said, "The deputy station manager specially fines people. Those who don't have money will rob pigs and cattle, and arrest people for sterilization." Zhu Ziqiang said with a smile: "This is a job that offends people. Have you thought about going out to work?" Jiang Chongjian looked at him with some surprise: "How do you know?" Zhu Ziqiang said: "I have seen the ordinary world... You see, I encountered a heavy rain just as I took office today. I am not familiar with the place where I live, and I don't know how to carry out my work in the future. In a few days, I want to go to various villages. You focus on family planning and are very familiar with the terrain, I would like to ask for your opinion, would you like to accompany me for a while?" Jiang Chongjian looked at the secretary with a frank face, and the long-lost heat began to boil in his heart: "Secretary Zhu, aren't you afraid of offending the mayor Ji?" Zhu Ziqiang laughed and said, "How can you even call it an offense? Everyone is doing it for work. If this is considered an offense, then the mayor Ji is not a good cadre." Jiang Chongjian smiled and said: "Okay, I will accompany you for a walk." Zhu Ziqiang smiled and said: "No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I hope you can cheer up after this trip. Alright, let's go out and have a look." Jiang Chongjian nodded, and suddenly felt that this secretary was a bit interesting. Regardless of his young age, talking like this for a while made people feel kind. "Secretary Zhu, do you know about Heidonggou?" Zhu Ziqiang nodded and walked out of the room without saying a word. Jiang Chongjian was stunned and hurried to follow. As soon as I got outside, I heard Lao Yang's voice full of excitement: "The rain is finally light!" Hong Wenyong was also very happy: "The water didn't overflow, and the wall didn't collapse, it's still the second uncle's craftsmanship!" Hong Dafu said with a smile: "This is God's eye-opener, and we will pass the test this year." Zhu Ziqiang stepped in and said: "Everyone should strengthen the awareness of disaster prevention. Some disasters are invisible and intangible. Mountain torrents and mudslides are terrible, but people's hearts are even more terrible. Let's go, everyone, let me see the power of Heidonggou." A group of six people held three umbrellas. Next to Zhu Ziqiang was Lao Yang holding an umbrella, next to Yang Yuzi was Jiang Chongjian, and Uncle Hong held one. As we got closer, the sound of the roaring torrent became louder and louder. The rain was a little light, and the white water line fell vertically from the sky. The torchlight passed through the rain curtain and shone on the mountainside. A mud-red torrent was rushing violently Down below, the thick body rolled, splashing thousands of mud bubbles, rushing forward, over the rocks and through the valley, rushing forward like ten thousand horses galloping. Zhu Ziqiang stared blankly at the mountain torrent, how could Xiaogouzi be as gentle as before, the flood is better than the beast, this statement is true, Hong Dafu suddenly shouted: "Master Long, let's go!" Kneeling, Zhu Ziqiang rushed over and grabbed him: "Old Hong! This is not a dragon coming out of the mountain, don't fix this! You are the party secretary, how can you take the lead in engaging in superstition?" Hong Dafu's face turned pale, and he pointed to the mountain flood and said, "It is said by the older generation that there is a nest of dragons in the mountain, and every few years it will rain and flood, and the river will make waves! Secretary Zhu, I, I..." Seeing the bitterness on his face, Zhu Ziqiang took two steps back and turned away. There was the sound of kneeling behind him. Zhu Ziqiang stepped up the ladder.The ground in front of him was shaking, the flood was rampant, there was at most half of the water here, and the other half was sand, gravel and soil. Zhu Ziqiang didn't speak, and stood quietly beside the mountain torrent, like a dragon coming out of the mountain... Lao Yang and the others climbed up in a panic, no one said a word, the noise of the flash flood was too loud, Zhu Ziqiang looked at his feet, and he was half a meter away from crossing the flood wall. In about half an hour, the floodwater rose by more than ten centimeters. Zhu Ziqiang stretched out his hand, and the rain began to get smaller and smaller. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "It can't be overwhelmed. The embankment is solidly built!" After returning to the village committee, Zhu Ziqiang remained silent. He didn't say a word. No one knew what he was thinking. A short and sturdy peasant woman with a red face full of kind smiles, each holding two bowls of steaming hot noodles, Zhu Ziqiang and the others politely said a few words, and stretched out their hands to take them. There were eggs and tomatoes, and the noodles were very fragrant. Zhu Ziqiang finished a bowl in a hurry: "Is this this year's spring wheat?" Hong Dafu smiled and said, "Yes, New Wheat Noodles. Would Secretary Zhu have another bowl?" Zhu Ziqiang laughed and said, "Another bowl!" Even the girls including Yang Yuzi burst out laughing, and Jiang Chongjian called out, "Second Aunt, I want a bowl too, do you want Lao Yang?" Lao Yang shook his head: "Enough!" Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, "I'll go and see if there is any loss." Zhu Ziqiang nodded and chatted with a few people about how to eat noodles.