More than ten years ago, Luoshui Town was still a town, but because it was located along the coast and near the port, it was designated as an economic development area by the government and slowly became a city. The locals still liked to call the city a town.
The origin of the name of Luoshui City was very interesting. There were three large rivers that converged here and flowed to the sea. Luoshui City was named after the meaning of "placing water".
It was located in the eastern part of Zhe Province and had a subtropical monsoon climate. Typhoons were not unfamiliar to the city, but compared to the calamitous Blue Creek next door, it was still considered good.
Blue Creek was a city that suffered from floods, and there was a flood almost every year. The people of Blue Creek loved and hated Lan Jiang. It destroyed the once rich city, and it was said that it lost hundreds of millions every year.
This year, Blue Creek was still unable to escape the devastation of the flood, but the people of Blue Creek did not panic at all. They went to work in boats and posted in their circle of friends that the flood this year was still so spectacular.
On the contrary, the flood of Luoshui City was far better than any other in history. It could be said to be a once in a hundred years occurrence.
At present, 70% of Luoshui City was submerged in water, hundreds of thousands of people were affected, the roads were paralyzed, water and electricity were cut off, there was no communication signal, and there was not enough food. Schools, units, and factories had all stopped operating. Even if it did not rain, the flood would take two to three days to recede.
Qin Ze and Wang Zijin held an umbrella and stood at the bow of the boat, driving on the main road of the city. Behind them were several large trucks, transporting some supplies and food.
Raindrops fell on the muddy water, creating circles of ripples.
The main road was drained, the water was not turbulent, and the depth of the water just reached the position of the balls.
The government invested a lot of manpower and resources in disaster relief. Other than the soldiers, there were also some volunteers and charity organizations. At this time, on the street, many disaster relief workers could be seen trudging in the deep water, pushing a basin and delivering supplies from door to door.
Some citizens were evacuated to the suburbs to settle down, while others were trapped at home, relying on food reserves and food distribution.
"Leader, is there a way to get rid of the water on the street?" Wang Zijin asked a district leader beside her.
This time, the district leader in charge of receiving them was surnamed Wu. He was a middle-aged man with parted hair. His trousers were stained with mud. He said helplessly, "We've already tried our best to divert them. This road is still considered good. Some parts of the road have already turned into rivers. The rainfall this time was once in a hundred years. The three rivers flooded at the same time, and the water did not flow to the sea in time. The river water flowed backwards, and Luo Shui City was like a frying pan, instantly flooded. This kind of natural disaster is not something that can be resisted by humans. "
He seemed to be very familiar with this speech as he spoke it very smoothly.
This time, they were going to send the supplies to two distribution points, one in the suburbs and the other in the town.
The total value of this batch of goods was about 200,000 yuan, including mineral water, compressed biscuits, instant noodles, canned food, ham sausages, and other fast food.
Two more batches of supplies would arrive tomorrow and the day after.
"How are the casualties?" Qin Ze asked.
The district leader surnamed Wu said, "The government responded promptly and launched rescue operations immediately. There are no casualties for now."
Was this a joke?
Didn't you just say that it wasn't something that could be resisted by humans?
In fact, Qin Ze could use Wang Zijin's connections to investigate the real situation, but that would be meaningless.
He took out his phone and logged into Luo Shui City's flood forum.
After a few days of emergency maintenance and rescue, the network had been restored, but the power supply had not. It was common sense that there was no power supply in the flood area. Everyone who had electrocuted fish with a battery knew this.
Once the power supply in the flood area was restored, people would float up one by one like fish.
Therefore, candles became a source of light for many citizens. Of course, they could not go online. If a smartphone was not charged for a day, it would automatically shut down.
Only the citizens near the material distribution points could go online because there was electricity there.
Qin Ze glanced at the forum. Most of them were foreign netizens asking about the situation in Luo Shui City. The replies were very uniform, saying that there was no big problem.
The citizens who were really caught in the flood could not go online at this time.
There were also a few posts by citizens who were not affected much:
"Sleeping in tents every day, there are so many mosquitoes. I really want to eat chicken. When will it return to normal?"
Eat chicken, eat chicken. Their homes were flooded, and they still wanted to eat chicken.
"The inner jokes have been blocked. I'm so bored. I really want to watch jokes. I can only download TikTok and Kuaishou."
Damn, it was blocked well.
"F * ck, my pig was washed away by the water. The loss is heavy. If you find the body, please return it to us. My dad said we can make it into bacon and sell it."
They would not eat bacon this year.
Qin Ze was a little relieved. At least it was not a tragedy.
Just as he was about to exit the forum, he refreshed it and saw a new post: "The rescue was not in time, the person is gone."
He clicked on the post. It was a short video. After the video was buffered for more than ten seconds, it could finally be played.
A half-collapsed house stood in the middle of the flood. Looking at the environment, it should be in the countryside. In the corridor on the second floor of the dilapidated building, there was a man. He paced anxiously down the corridor like a white mouse that had nowhere to go. Below, the flood was surging, and the mud was wrapped in rocks.
"Boom!"
The house collapsed, and in an instant, the person disappeared in the ruins.
The videographer took the video from his home not far away.
Qin Ze turned his head, looked at the district leader, and typed in the comment: "This is a foreign video, right? Be careful to check the water meter. It's illegal to spread rumors."
The comment failed, and the post was deleted.
Half an hour later, the car drove out of the disaster area, passed through the city, and arrived at a nearby distribution point.
Wang Zijin and Qin Ze each held an umbrella and watched the volunteers and staff moving the supplies.
It was time for lunch, and the two of them had fast food at the distribution point. This was the treatment of leaders. Usually, no one would take fast food seriously, but at this time, it was not easy to eat fast food.
Wang Zijin noticed that outside the distribution point, many soldiers were covered in mud, eating canned military food and compressed biscuits. Some of them directly fell asleep on the ground after eating.
"Being a soldier is really tough," she said.
"We are all soldiers of the people," Qin Ze said.
"Have you been a soldier before?"
"No."
"You'll regret it for two years if you were a soldier, but you'll regret it for life if you don't." Wang Zijin squinted.
"What soldier? I'm a student who can get into the University of Finance and Economics. Wouldn't it be a waste to be a soldier? "Qin Ze looked disdainful.
In fact, there was a very awkward truth that he was embarrassed to say. Although his parents did not want him to be a soldier, the government did not want him at all. To be precise, they did not even give him the qualifications to be a soldier.
It seemed that when a man became an adult, he would have to undergo a physical examination or something. However, Qin Ze lived peacefully until he was 24, and no one informed him at all.
This was very awkward.
I am willing to shed my blood for the country, but the country thinks that I am too weak and that my blood is not hot enough.
If he had the chance to pass the physical examination and join the army, he would not be in the entertainment industry. He would be a super soldier in the city.
On his left hand was a university beauty, on his right hand was a beautiful CEO, and on his crotch was a superstar.
During the day, they kissed, and at night, they had sex.
That was not right. If he was going to be a soldier, he would not have the chance to live with his sister. The low-level system would not choose him, but his sister.
He could eat his sister's soft rice at home, live in a mansion, play games, and reward female streamers with a lot of money.
Wherever he went, there would be people who would praise him and say, "My sister is Qin Bao Bao."
Immediately, someone went up to flatter him and shouted 666.
When he thought about it this way, he was unexpectedly moved.
"My Little Brother is a Salted Fish"
"The next distribution point is in a town. Shall we go there first?" Wang Zijin said, "The situation there is much better. Most of the places can be walked. Rain boots are enough."
"Miss Zijin, are you trying to empathize with the people?"
Wang Zijin rolled her eyes at him.
Actually, she felt that strolling in the disaster area with Qin Ze was very poetic, even though this method was a little unethical. It was like drinking tea with friends on the battlefield and having a seminar, and there were piles of bones under your feet.
However, the emotions between people were not interchangeable. Wang Zijin felt that she had already done her duty by delivering supplies to the disaster victims. Next, she wanted to be romantic with Qin Ze.
"Okay." Qin Ze agreed.
The two of them exchanged a few words with the captain of the supply team, then bade farewell to the district leaders and headed to the next distribution point.
They took a small boat to cross the area with deep water. Along the way, they saw all kinds of people. There were citizens trekking in the water, boatmen doing ferry business with small boats, soldiers resisting the disaster, and volunteers transporting supplies in the water.
It was a bleak scene.
The two distribution points were more than ten kilometers apart. Wang Zijin and Qin Ze walked on foot. The road was muddy, but the situation was much better. There was no waist-to-knee water.
Until they were blocked by a turbid river.
This was a suburb. If the river did not flood, it should be a clear and small river. However, at this time, the water level had spread to the shore and submerged the flat bridge across the river.
A pickup truck slowly drove across the flat bridge. It drove very slowly and crossed the river bit by bit.
Qin Ze and Wang Zijin were trapped at the end of the bridge. They looked at each other and said, "Let's wait for the convoy to come."
Wang Zijin nodded vigorously. "Call and inform them to change vehicles. The flat bridge is not enough to support a truck."
Qin Ze said, "We don't have to worry about that. The person leading the way knows the situation. They definitely won't drive a truck."
"No, this wasn't that big yesterday. Today, it suddenly can't cross."
Someone on the side explained.
Wang Zijin said, "Then I'll make a phone call."
Many local residents were also blocked by the flood. They were carrying plastic bags with fast food in their hands.
The flood had caused them a lot of trouble, but life had to go on. Compared to the city, which was more serious, this side was considered better.
After the pickup truck passed, a local rode a motorcycle and tried to cross the river from the rushing flood. The iron baskets on both sides of the motorcycle were filled with mineral water and other supplies.
"Don't go over. Wait for a car to come and take a ride," the resident beside him said to him in a dialect.
"I can't leave my car here. I still have to drive it over," the motorcycle owner said.
"Then wait for the water to become smaller," the person beside him advised.
"Damn it. Who knows when the water will become smaller? That's how I got through," the motorcycle owner said.
With the roar of the engine, the motorcycle rushed into the water. The two wheels worked hard to roll as it trudged forward.
The motorcycle drove to the middle of the bridge. The rushing water rolled up the gravel and hit the wheels. Then, the wheels suddenly got stuck. The motorcycle, which had lost power, was washed down the bridge bit by bit by the flood.
The sudden change made the people on the shore exclaim.
"Get off quickly. Be careful."
"It's going to be washed down. Leave the car."
"Get off quickly."
There were more meaningless screams and exclamations.
In fact, it was the same whether they got off or not. If they got off the car, they would be washed down by the current.
The motorcycle owner subconsciously put his feet on the ground to stabilize the car. However, it was not the ground under his feet, but the surging flood.
The car fell and was washed down the flat bridge. The people and the car were instantly swallowed by the surging turbid waves.
Wang Zijin screamed. She instinctively grabbed Qin Ze's hand, but she grabbed nothing.
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