Zhou Sanmao shook his head in confusion. "Yiwei, why are you doing this? If you are the one who took the credit, I would be happy to die of exhaustion here. But what's the problem? Did anyone in the county ask about us? "
"Brother Sanmao!" Lu Yiwei had the same question in his mind, but he insisted. "The county did not forget about us. They might not be able to find the way. Go down the mountain and find them. Bring them up and replace the villagers who are staying overnight."
"Sigh!" Zhou Sanmao got up helplessly and shouted to the villagers who were resting against the tree. "Those who are over 50 years old, follow me down the mountain."
Liu Kecheng did send someone to look for Lu Yiwei and the others. But the person he sent was like a tourist. He went up the mountain to look for them, but he could not find them and went down the mountain again. He went back and reported. "I've searched, but I can't find anyone!"
Liu Kecheng immediately said to Zhang Zhiyuan. "See, I told you. Lu Yiwei is a bad person. I don't know where he is now. Why would he dig the isolation belt? Besides, is he going to do it alone? "
"Impossible!" Zhang Zhiyuan's body warmed up a little. He did not believe that Lu Yiwei would do this. He asked the person who reported, "Are you sure you didn't see anyone?"
"Of course not. We didn't even see a rabbit!"
"Forget it. Let's not care about him. With or without him, this fire will soon be extinguished. " Liu Kecheng said disdainfully. "We will go up the mountain later. If there is nothing serious, leave a few people on duty and withdraw the rest."
Zhang Zhiyuan still refused to believe it. He grabbed the collar of the person who reported and said fiercely, "Say that again. Are you sure you didn't see anyone?"
The man was frightened by Zhang Zhiyuan's fierce eyes. He said timidly, "Yes … I didn't see anyone."
Zhang Zhiyuan let go and leaned on the sofa. An ominous feeling rose in his heart.
At ten o 'clock in the morning, there was basically no open fire on the mountain. Liu Kecheng was quite proud of himself. Fortunately, he insisted on his own opinion. If he had listened to Zhang Zhiyuan and dug a bird isolation belt in a place where even rabbits were unwilling to go, he would have probably burned the Red Cliff by now. He stretched his back, picked up the walkie-talkie, and asked Qi Xiaoshan, the director of the Forestry Bureau, who was on the mountain, "What's the situation?"
Qi Xiaoshan looked at the rising black smoke, patted his chest and guaranteed: "Secretary Liu, please rest assured, it has been completely extinguished."
Liu Kecheng said happily, "Send a few people to stand guard. The rest can go down the mountain. Let them go home for the New Year."
On the mountain, the firefighters went down the mountain one after another, their faces covered in dirt. Some of them had holes in their clothes, while others had their coats burnt away. Liu Kecheng was like a warrior who had returned triumphantly. He warmly shook hands with the firefighters, and his nerves that had been tense for the whole night finally relaxed.
Zhang Zhiyuan was still worried about Lu Yiwei. He did not believe the man's words, so he picked up his phone and called Xiao Dingyuan, asking him to lead the team deep into the mountain. He must find Lu Yiwei.
Xiao Dingyuan's team was also exhausted, but he did not dare to disobey Zhang Zhiyuan's order. After a simple rest, he took some dry food and moved according to the designated location.
At this time, the villagers were wearing new clothes and going to people's houses to pay their New Year's greetings. It seemed that the fire did not affect their mood for the New Year. Lu Yiwei, who was deep in the mountain, was still organizing the exhausted villagers to continue fighting.
Liu Kecheng left, but Zhang Zhiyuan was still standing guard.
After lunch, the second isolation belt had basically taken shape. Lu Yiwei's hands were covered with several large blisters, and the cracks spread from his arms to his arms. The blood that seeped out immediately solidified, and when he exerted force, it kept oozing out.
His face was scratched by pine branches, and his originally handsome face was now completely gone. He looked like an old farmer. The sweat on his scalp mixed with the mud, froze and melted, and exploded one by one, leading the fashion trend.
His clothes were even more unsightly, and even his singlet had been pierced. Lu Yiwei could feel the burning pain on his back, and the blood that flowed out stuck tightly to his clothes. With a slight movement, the pain of tearing went straight to his heart.
His pants had become the popular bell-bottoms, and his clean new leather shoes had become poached eggs. They were beyond recognition, and his little finger was exposed, suffering from the biting cold wind. His whole body was like a beggar, and there was not a single part of his body that was intact.
Just like that, Lu Yiwei did not complain about being tired, nor did he complain about the insensitivity of the county. He quietly led the regular army, which was not a regular army, and more than a hundred people did the work of more than a thousand people.
After the second line of defense was completed, Lu Yiwei once again mobilized the villagers to retreat another ten kilometers and dig the third line of defense. But this time, almost no one responded.
Niu Fuyong was as tired as a dog, and he could not move. He said weakly, "Brother Lu, why are you still digging? If you continue like this, people will die."
Lu Yiwei looked at the people in ragged clothes, and their faces were covered in dirt. They used the shovel to support their chins as they stood there, resting listlessly. Some of them even fell asleep. Lu Yiwei's heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife. He licked his lips that were frozen to a dark brown color, and said, "Fuyong, bring the people down the mountain. Hai Dong, stay here."
Niu Fuyong saw that Lu Yiwei was treating him like an outsider, so he threw the shovel on the ground and said, "Brother Lu, do you think I am that kind of person who is afraid of death? We are brothers, and if you are not leaving, I will not leave either! "
Lu Yiwei persuaded, "Fuyong, I completely understand what you are thinking, and I am very grateful. But as you said, with such high-intensity work, and the villagers being hungry and cold, I am afraid that I will let everyone down if this continues. "
Niu Fuyong immediately turned around and asked the villagers who were sitting together to keep warm, "Who needs to go down the mountain?"
"Wah!" Almost all the villagers stood up and fought to be the first to speak, "Me! Me! "
Lu Yiwei said emotionally, "My dear fellow villagers of Beihe Town, your heroic deeds today will not be forgotten by history. They will be deeply engraved in this Mountain God Temple. It was you who used your flesh and blood to protect these tens of thousands of acres of forest. It was you who used your iron will to resist the cold and race against time. I, Lu Yiwei, thank you all!" With that, he bowed deeply and did not get up for a long time.
The people were the most simple people. They understood feelings and were loyal. Seeing Lu Yiwei's actions, the people who had been eager to go down the mountain now stood there motionlessly.
Li Haidong suddenly shouted to the villagers, "The villagers of Dongwa Village, come out and make a statement."
Lu Yiwei had worked hard in Dongwa Village for five years and had eaten at the homes of the villagers. They knew Lu Yiwei very well and had feelings for him. The villagers of Dongwa Village took a step forward and said, "We will stay."
Lu Yiwei seemed to hear a familiar voice. He looked up and tried to find the source of the voice, but the villagers' faces were all dark and he could not tell. Lu Yiwei called out softly, "Uncle Honest?"
"I am here!" The old village elder of Dongwa Village, Honest, stood up and showed his white teeth.
Lu Yiwei stepped forward and grabbed him. He said sternly, "Uncle Honest, didn't you ask everyone over 50 to go down the mountain in the morning? Why are you still here? "
Honest said, "Although you have been promoted and have gone to the county, the villagers of Dongwa Village still think of you as the village secretary. Everyone is still waiting for you to lead us to wealth!"
Honest's words pierced Lu Yiwei's chest like a needle. His lips trembled and he did not know what to say.
Now was not the time to be emotional. Lu Yiwei adjusted his emotions and said to Niu Fuyong in a commanding tone, "Brother Fuyong, time waits for no man. Immediately organize people to go down the mountain and bring Uncle Honest with you. If there is still time, bring another group of people up. If anyone is willing to stay and fight with me, I will thank everyone! "
Niu Fuyong looked at Lu Yiwei's haggard appearance and cursed the county's inaction. Then he made up his mind and said to the villagers, "Those who are willing to go down the mountain, please follow me."
More than half of the people left, leaving only 30 to 40 people. Lu Yiwei carefully identified most of them as Dongwa Village villagers. Honest had also stayed, and a trace of warmth seeped into his heart.
Just like that, Lu Yiwei silently led this group of people deeper into the mountain.
In the Xiaoyu Village government compound, most of the people had returned home for the New Year. Zhang Zhiyuan was still worried and stood guard. At this time, good news came from Xiao Dingyuan. They had heard from the villagers who had gone down the mountain where Lu Yiwei had gone and were doing their best to support him.
Lu Yiwei was still standing guard! Zhang Zhiyuan immediately heaved a sigh of relief. He said excitedly, "Old Xiao, hurry up. You must meet up with Lu Yiwei and the others. I will send people to support you."
After hanging up, Zhang Zhiyuan found that there was no one available. Those who should come were here, and those who should go were gone. The command was completely out of order. He suddenly thought of Tao Anguo, the mine manager of Shuyang Coal Mine. He immediately called him and asked him to organize a group of people to support them no matter what.
The coal mine was on holiday, and the workers had all gone home for the New Year. Now that Zhang Zhiyuan was in trouble and needed his help, Tao Anguo decided that this was a great opportunity to flatter him. Therefore, he mobilized the villagers near the coal mine and directly raised the working fee to 1,000 yuan per person. This incentive mechanism was quickly responded to. In less than half an hour, Tao Anguo led more than 200 people in the direction of Xiaoyu Village.
At two o 'clock in the afternoon, most of the villagers had already had lunch and began their day of entertainment. Some played mahjong, while others played cards. Life was so boring and monotonous.
The wind was blowing from the northwest again. The fire had only been emitting green smoke earlier, but at this moment, it was suddenly reignited. A spectacular tongue of fire leaped up, and unscrupulously leaped into the deep mountains. This time, the fire was even more intense. In an instant, it jumped to the other side of the mountain.
When Zhang Zhiyuan saw this scene, he thought of the countermeasure that Lu Yiwei had told him. He was both frightened and relieved. But where was Lu Yiwei now? He had no way of knowing.
Soon, the fire was like a flood that had burst a dam. It burned fiercely and raged, advancing quickly into the deep mountains. It dyed half the sky red and pierced the clouds.
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