(eighty-one)

Food is the whereabouts of the sky, and the real culprit of making a deal has surfaced

The flood prevention and control work began, and Haiyan set a task of at least 300 bags per group every day, and the area divided by Wanshan Temple was just behind the ski resort, and it was all up to the river dam with physical strength to get close. The farmer was divided into a farther area, but they had ox carts, which could hold forty or fifty bags at a time. Since the farmer does farm work all year round, doing this work is like playing. Ling Feng is in a group of divided areas in Lovers Road, Mingyue Island archway and the other side of the river dam, a few days ago because there are electric sightseeing cars to transport sand bags is still troublesome, when all the sightseeing cars are out of power, they have to find another way. Everyone used their brains and quickly found a shortcut, using the tracks and carriages of the small train around the island to transport many bags at a time, unloading them at Mingyue Island Station, and then transporting them to the destination with sand bags assembled by two cleaning trucks.

The logistics support work began to be separated from the three groups, and later Manager Du considered that the Taoist priest of Wanshan Temple would waste a labor force when cooking, so he took the initiative to propose that everyone work together to open fire, and for a time the restaurant on the first floor of the Mingyue Hotel was lively in the morning, noon and evening, and Jingjing and Manager Du were also busy cooking and cooking, until the two peasant women came to help relieve the pressure of logistics.

Everyone ate under one roof, and there were also opportunities for communication, first of all, the farmer said that they still had a trolley idle, and the Taoist priest of Wanshan Temple borrowed it when he heard about it, and put the trolley on the top of the river dam for transporting sand bags. The second is that the Taoist priests of Wanshan Temple talked about strange things, their godly fruits and snacks are often lost, and they are made up and lost, and then they are lost again and again, and when the Taoist priests have no offerings to make up, the vegetables in the garden become stolen again.

"There must be someone hidden in this Bright Moon Island. ”

"Let's go search and catch these thieves. ”

"The vegetable garden behind our house has to be watched, don't go to the road. ”

“……”

In the face of everyone's gossip, Manager Du said: "Everyone is less safe and don't be impatient, just in the past two days, the hidden person is so hungry that he can't stand it and will show up." ”

As he was talking, a Sven woman wearing glasses appeared at the door of the restaurant, and her face was extremely weak.

"Senior sister. Jingjing hurriedly walked to the door of the restaurant and helped the Sven woman back to the table.

"Let her eat something first, and then I have something to say. Manager Du spoke.

Seeing that the person hiding in Mingyue Island appeared, the croppers and Taoist priests were not in a hurry to leave after eating, and they all wanted to see how Manager Du solved this matter.

Sven Woman had already gobbled up Sven's food, and not long after eating, Manager Du motioned to Jingjing to clean up. Ms. Sven, who was not yet full, looked at the food that was taken away, and then looked at Manager Du and stopped.

"Haiyan, take a hundred more woven bags to the ski resort hill in a while, if you want to have food, you have to work. "Manager Du seems to say to Haiyan and to everyone.

"Morning, noon, and evening each 100 bags less than one bag, don't want to have food, read that you are all women, take care of you only in bags and not transport, do you hear clearly?" Manager Du explained to Sven Woman.

"Senior aunt, I heard me clearly, but now the junior sisters are so hungry that they can't walk. The Sven woman spoke of the current situation.

"Jingjing, bring them ten steamed buns, two bags of mustard, and two bottles of water. Manager Du commanded.

"Our helper is here, morning, noon, and evening, these three hundred bags of sand and soil are 100 bags for each of our three families, do you have any opinions on this distribution?" Manager Du faced everyone's inquiry.

"No comment. "That's good, fair. "I'll report back to you then. ” “……”

There was another burst of gossip, everyone agreed with Manager Du's approach to solving the problem, Ling Feng also felt that it was good to deal with it this way, after all, it was a special period, although the beast master and the fake nuns were not good, they couldn't help but give them a way to live.

People really can't make a tool without training, just take the work as an example, whether they have long-term efforts can be seen from their hands. On the first day of work, Ling Feng wore gloves on his hands and used a shovel to pinch the sand and soil into bags. Just filled a dozen bags and felt uncomfortable in his hands, Ling Feng took off his gloves and a wry smile appeared on his face, this is only a little bit old, and a small bubble actually appeared on his hand.

"How is it possible, though my hands are slender, but I have pushed the train, unloaded the wagons, and picked up the shovel with my bare hands like child's play!

Physical work makes the body feel uncomfortable and can be slowly adjusted, but how to do it psychologically?

Every Sunday in July, when resting, Ling Feng would sit on the sand bags arranged in an arc in front of the archway on Mingyue Island and look out at the direction of the river embankment in the city.

Next month will be the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, and the magpies will build a magpie bridge over the Milky Way to provide a passage for the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to meet, so what about me and Kewen? Can this torrent open a path to the seventh day of July? I think of Jun on the water side, and Jun Si I am in the smoke and waves. ”

Ling Feng shouted wildly at the flood, but the flood only roared and rushed forward.

The task of the fake nuns to pack a hundred bags of sand and soil for a meal really made them suffer, but there was no way, and if they couldn't finish it, they would have no food. They knew in their hearts that their aunt didn't like them at all, and they weren't even allowed to eat in the restaurant, and the senior sister took out the food and had to leave some for the master, so they were already complaining in their hearts, but they didn't dare to say it. The false nuns worked in a proper manner for more than half a month, became familiar with the three groups, and were able to eat, and gradually forgot about the situation when they were hungry, and their lazy nature was gradually revealed. The fake nuns did not dare to disobey their aunts in the number of bags of sand and soil every day, so they spent their minds elsewhere: when they were in a group with the Taoist priests, they deliberately overreported the quantity or played tricks on the fruits of the Taoist priests' labor without authorization; when they were in a group with the croppers, they would ** the croppers, either kissing or touching casually, as long as they could fill ten or twenty bags less; when they were in a group with Ling Feng, they would sell the news when they were secretly playing tricks and playing tricks and showing off their amorous styles.

"Big brother, fill me a bag and I'll tell you what my name is. ”

"Brother, fill a bag for me and I'll tell you how old my aunt is. ”

"Brother, fill me a bag and I'll tell you where we live. ”

“……”

As long as you work for the fake nuns, the fake nuns will tell you anything.

One afternoon, catching up with the rainless day, the sweaty young nun was so tired that she squatted there panting, and when she saw Ling Feng packing the bag next to her, she moved over and put it on.

"Big brother, I remember you, you worked in the Bishui Nunnery in Longsha Park, right, help me pack a few bags? I will tell you anything you want to know. ”

"I wonder how that person died?" Ling Feng put forward the trading conditions.

"It would take ten bags. When the young nun saw that the sisters had gone to rest in the shade, she bargained.

"Okay, ten bags are ten bags, but they must be true, I will ask your senior sister later to confirm that you have lied, you have to return twenty bags of these ten bags. Ling Feng deliberately made a warning.

"No problem, deal. The young false nun replied very simply.

"Then let's go over there and talk about it, and then we'll do it. Ling Feng said and found a no-man's land.

"The dead in the Bishui Nunnery is Sun Daochang of Sanqingguan, that person is good, we have known each other for a long time, when we first moved in the spring, he helped us clean up inside and out, but who knew that he was with the police. "It's a pity to be a young nun on leave.

"How do you know that Daochang Sun is in league with the police?" Ling Feng interrupted the young fake nun's narration.

"This is thanks to the senior sister and the little junior sister, the senior sister first discovered Sun Daochang's abnormal behavior, and the little junior sister heard that Sun Daochang didn't know who to send a signal, and later found out that it was a signal to the public security. The young false nun probably explained.

You go on. Ling Feng heard that the situation exposed by Sun Daochang was similar to what he knew, and he knew that the fake nun in front of him was not lying.

Later, for some reason, the little junior sister colluded with Sun Daochang to escape, and was discovered by the master and knocked that Sun Daochang to the ground. The young nun stopped at this point.

"And then, and then you say, you can't just die like that, can you?" What Ling Feng really wanted to hear was the following.

The young fake nun looked around to make sure that there was no one nearby, and said in a low voice: "The master reported this matter to his junior sister, Manager Du, and Manager Du instructed my master to dispose of Sun Daochang, although it was my master's hand, but the mastermind was Manager Du." ”

Ling Feng had suspected that Manager Du had something to do with Daochang Sun's death, but after listening to the description of the fake nun in front of him, he still couldn't help but have a cold war in his heart, this Manager Du was really vicious!

"Then do you know why Manager Du hates us so much?" The young nun asked.

"Why?" Ling Feng asked casually.

The young nun did not answer immediately, but held out two fingers, meaning to add two more bags. Ling Feng nodded in agreement.

"As soon as Sun Daochang died, we ran to Mingyue Island, and then Manager Du held him accountable, and the master said that it was we who led Sun Daochang to Bishui Nunnery in order to protect the little sister, and since then Manager Du has looked at us unpleasantly. "The young fake nun has a sense of grievance

"I thought Manager Du didn't like you because he saw you doing the leather and meat business. Ling Feng said what was in his heart.

"I'm baba, she sold less when she was young, and now she looks like a person, what's wrong with us? At least we paid, unlike her, who made money with other people's bitterness. The young nun was indignant.

"I don't think you're too old, you should learn from your little junior sister and get rid of the clutches as soon as possible. Ling Feng persuaded.

"I'm not as blessed as my little sister, and besides, where is this flood going!" the young false nun sighed.

"Sooner or later, this flood will recede, and then we will be able to live again?" Ling Feng was a little bitter.

The young fake nun ignored Ling Feng's words, she stood up and searched around, but she didn't see the senior sisters, she decided to look for it, and said to Ling Feng before leaving: "You are not a bad person, I will send you a word, don't get too close to Manager Nadu, she is willing to commit to this isolated island where is why to protect her family and fight the flood, she is just hiding on this isolated island, the day the flood subsides, is when she is arrested." ”

Looking at the weak figure in the distance, all Ling Feng saw was helplessness about life.