Present State, Dongxia.
There was no sunlight under the gloomy sky. In the darkness, there was only the sound of thunder. Dazzling lightning was brewing in the pitch-black clouds.
The heavy rain continued to fall from the sky, but the low sound of rain did not spread out.
This was because there was an even more soul-shaking sound in front of them.
The river.
The surging river surged rapidly under the dam. The turbid yellow river water could not be seen at first glance. There was only darkness in the depths. Even the huge searchlights could not light it up.
In this extremely bad situation, helicopters kept roaring past.
On the road between the hills in the distance, an endless convoy was trudging through the mud. The weight of the large amount of soil and stone caused the wheels to sink deep into the mud.
Accompanied by uniform shouts, the young people's faces were flushed red. They used all their strength to push the trucks forward bit by bit with difficulty.
There were even more people running around inside and outside the makeshift camp.
They patrolled up and down the dam that was dozens of kilometers long.
At the very front, a young man with unkempt hair and a dirty face was sitting on top of a sandbag, holding a bowl of noodle soup in his hand.
Slurp.
The noodle soup and noodles that could not be considered delicious were mixed into a ball and stuffed into his stomach.
There was no sign of the dignity of the Jinling Social Security Bureau's director. He also did not have his usual charm and bearing. He looked like a homeless man. However, even a homeless man looked much better than the others around him.
It was as if they had just climbed out of a quagmire. Those people were covered in water and mud. They lay on the blanket on the ground. Some of them were still holding bowls in their hands. They had already begun to sleep and snoring. Unless the assembly signal sounded again, no matter how deafening the thunder was, it would not wake them up.
Under this simple shelter, cold rain was still sent in by the cold wind from time to time, landing on their faces and heads.
"Is it raining heavily again?"
Chu Hongchen wiped his face and put the bowl in his arms.
Occasionally, when he looked at the vast river in front of him, his eyes gradually turned cold.
Under the illumination of the searchlights, the turbid muddy water surged forward.
In the wide river, impurities and sand were constantly surging. Those blurry shadows gathered together, as if forming a shadow that stretched for thousands of miles.
It appeared and disappeared from time to time.
However, at that moment, the shadow was blocked before the dam. No matter how hard he struggled, no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to break through the final line of defense.
"It's a big snake."
Chu Hongchen smacked his lips and bit his chopsticks. He sighed vaguely, "The Dragon Gate is right in front of you, but you can't cross it. You must be furious, right?"
Thunder exploded.
It was like the angry roar of a giant beast.
In the river, the blurry shadow spasmed again. Its formless body stirred up the current, causing the alarm to sound even more piercing.
That was the so-called 'snake'.
No, it wouldn't be too much to call it a Dragon Sin, right?
For a farming nation like the Eastern Xia, since ancient times, the rivers and rivers were the embodiment of hope and life. It was precisely because there was an endless supply of water that more land could be irrigated, more plants could be cultivated, and more people could be raised.
It was because of this that a totem like the dragon existed.
If the countless towering mountains were the bones of the dragon's veins, then the complex water system that covered the entire Eastern Xia was the body of the dragon. The endless rivers were like blood, covering the entire country.
Wherever it passed, all living things grew.
This was the dragon.
It was this generous gift from the dragon that allowed countless lives to flourish and flourish.
The so-called dragon's veins were like this — mountains, rivers, earth, and people were indispensable.
If the dragon was the one that nourished all living things and gave life, then this uncontrollable power and overflowing torrent was no different from a snake.
The battle between dragons and snakes had never stopped since ancient times.
It could be foreseen that it would continue into the future.
Now, the climate disaster that the flute player had brought to the world had already appeared. It was not only a drought and a storm. What it had brought out was this disaster that had been silent for many years.
When the material disaster combined with this silent disaster, it would bring the slumbering serpent back to life from nothingness and evolve into countless evil creatures.
It was not just at this moment. Here, here, a war that spread throughout the entire Eastern Xia had begun a month ago.
There was no smoke in the battle between humans and natural disasters. There was only thunder and the roars of countless people under the storm, as well as the battle between the disaster serpents that longed to become dragons and the Eastern Xia lineage in the shadows.
Under the shelter, Mo San, who was wearing a raincoat, hurried back. The fierce battle with the water monsters had consumed too much of his energy. The fire attribute stigmata was especially disgusted with this kind of weather. Even his face looked a bit pale.
After coming in, he sat down on a cushion, unable to get up.
"Yuan Zhao, give me a cup of water! Yuan Zhao! Hm? Where's that kid Yuan Zhao? "
She looked around and frowned. "Isn't he supposed to be your guard? Did he skip work again? "
Chu Hongchen held back his laughter and pointed below the dam.
"There, isn't that him?"
Mo San narrowed his eyes. In the mud, among the figures moving back and forth, he searched for a long time before finding the young man covered in mud.
He was carrying a sandbag the size of a small mountain on his shoulder as he hurriedly ran behind the formation.
His originally handsome face was covered in mud and his hair was a mess. It was impossible to tell that it was him.
Mo San's expression looked a bit better, but he was still a bit unhappy. "Is this kid going crazy again?"
"I arranged it."
Chu Hongchen replied. "I'm a piece of trash that can't carry anything. I can only sit in the camp and slack. Why would I need a guard? I might as well go down and be useful.
But that kid is much more reliable than before. He's been running around like an animal for two days and he hasn't complained. "
"He's grown up."
Mo San's expression became slightly gratified. "Children will grow up. Isn't this much better than his sloppy appearance?"
"That's right."
Chu Hongchen nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with sympathy. "Unfortunately, in the world of adults, it's not only age that will increase, the amount of work will also increase … … He actually has time to pee? Later, get someone to give him more work. "
"… …" Mo San didn't say anything.
Everyone in the social security bureau already acknowledged that although big cousin was considerate when he was considerate, when he wasn't a person, he didn't seem like a person at all.
Unfortunately, when he wasn't a person, there were more times than when he was considerate. It caused the girls to privately discuss whether this was a new type of PUA method … …
"How's the situation upstream?" Chu Hongchen asked.
"It's still very tense." Mo San took a breath and replied, "The rainfall is still rising. The water level is about to reach its highest point in history."
"Keep an eye on it. Have everyone stay alert. Floods, droughts, plagues, everything is tense. We can't lose face at this juncture. "Chu Hongchen emphasized again." If something goes wrong, the losses will be incalculable. "
Mo San nodded solemnly. He thought for a moment and comforted, "The entire realm is tense. No matter what, we're better than those people who maintain the system."
"Can't you learn a bit?"
Chu Hongchen rolled his eyes and didn't mention this topic. He only asked, "What did Rain Master and Wind Count say?"
"They're trying to disperse the clouds, but it's not very effective. The rainfall upstream is really too high, "Mo San said softly. "When I came here, I heard people say that it's better to just take out Hanba's authoritative relic."
When Chu Hongchen heard this, he stopped eating and raised his head. His expression became even more solemn. "You think so too?"
"I'm not in charge of using my brain. What's the point of thinking about this?"
"Some people just think too much." Chu Hongchen sneered. "In order to solve a temporary emergency, to indirectly increase the degree of distortion … … What's the difference between that and drinking poison to quench thirst?"
Authoritative relics weren't just terrifying in power.
If that kind of thing wasn't handled well, there would be no end of trouble.
Not only would it waste Correction Points, it would also indirectly increase the burden on the realm.
Once Hanba appeared, there would be a thousand-mile drought. The floods would be gone, but there would be problems with food production for the next decade or so. When that time came, not only the cabinet, but even the Continuation Academy, who came to clean up the mess, would be cursing.
For so many years, everyone had abided by an unspoken rule. That was the restraint treaty of authoritative relics. Unless there was a large-scale distortion accident, they would never use that kind of thing in the realm.
Chu Hongchen took out his phone and glanced at the list on it. He began to make arrangements. "It seems that old man Xuanniao has been too busy recently and didn't pay attention to ideological construction. As a result, some people began to slide when he didn't care. Later, I'll have to open a few more classes and learn more."
After the education, they would be sent to the border to work for a few years. Then, they would know the importance of things. If they were still useless, then they would sit on the bench until they died.
"At this critical juncture, everything is tense. We have a big family and a big business. Don't be like a pauper who only knows how to gamble. We have to do what needs to be done. Don't do what you shouldn't do. "
Some people just didn't know how extravagant it was to do things properly. They liked to gamble whenever they had the chance. If they won, they wouldn't earn much. If they lost, they would suffer heavy losses.
What were they after?
Chu Hongchen shook his head and dispelled the irrelevant thoughts. He asked, "What about Kuafu? He didn't slip away, did he? "
"Although I'm not sure, he knows the importance of things. Don't worry," Mo San replied. "According to your instructions, I told him before coming that I hope to bring you along during the next social gathering. Stay in the eye of the sea obediently and don't move.
According to Xuanniao's arrangements, Bai Ze is still in Yanjing and won't move. Di Ting is still arguing with the Russian Federation and India. The old lady of the Qing Emperor is still in the northwest. Gouchen seems to have other things to do and is nowhere to be seen. "
She paused for a moment and sighed helplessly. "If Old Fu and Little White …"
Before she finished speaking, she noticed Chu Hongchen's serious gaze and stopped talking.
"This kind of thing can't be solved by one more person or one less person. Dongxia, Rome, Egypt, America … Everyone is having a hard time.
It's unrealistic to expect one person or one method to solve so many problems. We can only take it slow and steady. "
Chu Hongchen lowered his head and stirred the dry dough in the porcelain jar. He stuffed it into his mouth and wiped the corner of his mouth.
"Let's endure."
He looked at the rolling turbid current in front of him and the phantom of a huge snake that stretched for thousands of miles. He was expressionless. "Let's see who can endure who."
No one responded.
There was only the raging river under the towering dam.
.
In the distance, at the edge of another dam, beside the rolling turbid current, water splashed.
A piece of old waterproof cloth was propped up. The firewood burned vigorously in the high stove, causing the fragrance under the pot lid to grow stronger.
"The rain is beating on the pear blossoms, and the mud has fallen to the ground. Send the little red lady to Jian Xixiang, and the eastern pavilion will hold a banquet to get over the shock …"
Beside the boiling soup pot, an old man sat on a chair and looked at the river. He smoked and hummed an old melody leisurely.
After the lid was lifted, the sweet fragrance of the eel soup spread out. Not only did it make the passersby within a radius of several hundred meters swallow their saliva, even the rolling torrent seemed to be surging with shadows that were moving closer and closer.
It was difficult to hide the thirst.
The old man scooped a spoonful for himself unhurriedly. He took a sip and frowned slightly. "It's still a little bland … Forget it, I'll make do.
Little monkeys, stop looking. Come and eat. "
He knocked on the side of the pot and waved at the young people who were quietly poking their heads out from under the canopy not far away.
The young people hesitated for a moment and looked at the class monitor behind them.
The class monitor squatted by the side and smoked. He glared at them angrily. "Why are you looking at me? Look at the discipline. Do you still have any discipline?"
"There are also pancakes," the old man added. "Hot."
"…" The class monitor's expression twitched, and his stomach began to growl. He had not eaten yet.
"I'm a handyman in the cooking class."
The old man finally said with a smile, "Not part of the crowd."
"… Give me a bowl."
In the silence, the class monitor's hands trembled as he took out his lunch box.
This was the last straw that broke the camel's back …
There was no other way. The soup was too fragrant.
Soon, the pot of thick soup and two baskets of pancakes disappeared into the hungry young people's mouths. Before the horn was blown, the class monitor returned the stack of money and the baskets. "Thank you, sir. You should leave as soon as you're done. It's too dangerous here. I heard the water level will rise again in a while. "
"Okay, you guys go. I know." The old man nodded and smiled. "This pot of soup is not ready yet. I need to simmer it for a while."
The class monitor wanted to say something, but there was no time. He left behind a handcart and hurried away.
Not far away, Yuan Zhao, who was sniffing the remaining fragrance, peeked his head out. When he saw the stooped figure, he slipped and almost fell into the mud.
He subconsciously shrunk his head and wanted to slip away.
But the old man seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He waved his hand. "Hey, Yuan Zhao, come here."
Yuan Zhao froze in place.
After a long time, he reluctantly moved over. He nodded and bowed, squeezed out a smile, and tried to flatter. "Uncle … Uncle Zong, how are you?"
"Yes, I'm very good."
The old man smiled and nodded. "What a coincidence. I need a few fish to make soup. You look very good."
As if he could see the trembling Dragon Horse Stigmata, the old man smiled and asked the obvious. "Young man, how's your swimming skill?"
Suddenly, there was silence.
Yuan Zhao looked at the old man's pot of soup, and then looked at the bottomless turbid current next to it. There were countless huge shadows swimming in it.
He swallowed his saliva.
Suddenly, he had an ominous premonition.
And when the old man lifted the huge fishing rod that was big enough to hang a person … tears finally rushed out.
"With such a big bait, there must be something good on the hook, right?"
Just like that, in the midst of the screams, Guo Shouque smiled and cast the fishing rod.
He was full of expectations.
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