Since the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, there have been natural silt dams formed by landslides or mudslides in the Ganshan region, and local farmers have obtained unprecedented harvests by farming on the dams, and then for hundreds of years, the local people have continued to dig their own dams and silt the land.

Due to lack of funds, local farmers often have to use local materials to build dams with loess or a mixture of earth and rock, which are basically primitive and easily washed away by flash floods.

Zhong Yuemin's proposal could indeed allow the upstream and downstream of Shichuan and Wang villages to form a dam system to jointly resist the flash floods that erupt in the summer, but the biggest problem is that there is no cement.

Cement is necessary for the construction of spillways and spillways, and the lime mortar, which is commonly used for building walls in rural areas, is difficult to maintain its strength in the water.

Lao Zhaotou, Chang Gui and Zhong Yuemin squatted on the ground and scratched their heads, and the villagers on the side were chattering non-stop.

"Master Zhao, are you still doing it?" shouted a stunned young man who waited impatiently.

Old Zhao raised his eyes: "You donkey scratch, you know what to do every day, don't see you discussing things here!

The young queen didn't dare to let go of the fart, his neck shrunk, and he muttered: "Then can we still repair this dam?"

"Repair! The educated youth of BJ have a good brain, and they think of a good way, we must build a dam that is not broken by mountains and rivers this time!" Old Zhao Tou stood up and said loudly.

"Really, is it really a dam that can't be destroyed?" This great news stimulated the faces of the villagers of Wang Village, and the silt dam in Wang Village was too difficult to fight, and they were full of hope every year, but they were disappointed every year, and no matter how hard their hearts were, they could not withstand the toss.

Chang Gui stood up and asked, "What's the matter, do you have a way to get cement?"

"Go to the commune to ask for it, go to the county to ask the leaders for it, this cement amount must find a way to come back!" Old Zhao Tou tightened the sheepskin jacket on his body and said firmly.

"I'm afraid it's not easy, now cement is also used everywhere in H County of the commune, how can we take care of our countryside. Chang Gui was obviously not optimistic about Lao Zhao's thoughts, and said with a sad face.

Lao Zhao's eyes glared: "I don't believe that any leader dares to eat without regard to hundreds of people!

Chang Gui was dumbfounded for a long time, and finally could only sigh, lowered his head and continued to smoke the pot.

Zhong Yuemin stood up, "Grandpa Zhao, I'll go with you!"

"You're a good doll, let's go, bring a bunk roll, and if the commune leader doesn't give us cement, we'll stay." Lao Zhao looked at Zhong Yuemin with joy in his eyes.

"Grandpa Zhao, let's go to the county if we want to go, there is a cement factory in the county, maybe we can pull the cement out of the factory directly!"

"You juniors are quick brains, just as you said, let's go straight to the county, our legs and feet are faster, and we can get there when it's dark. ”

Chang Gui hurriedly said: "Let Du Laohan send you there in a big car, so it will be faster." ”

"Chang Zhishu, Du Laohan is old, let Zheng Tong go, there is a companion on the way. Zhong Yuemin suggested.

"Zhong, just listen to you, let Zheng Tong go, and give you all the work. Chang Gui said to Zheng Tong again: "Are you willing?"

"Yes, willing!" Zheng Tong nodded hurriedly, the fool didn't go, no matter how small the county seat was, it was a city, and it was much better than the desolate place of Ishikawa Village.

So the three of them got into the car and rushed all the way to the county seat.

"Yuemin, I just packed up my things, how did you rummage through the cabinets, what are you looking for?"

Zhong Yuemin opened his schoolbag and took out the book, "Whether you can get cement in the county seat this time depends on this book." ”

Zheng Tong took it and took a look, "North China Water Conservancy Monthly", "What year is this book? Why is it so broken?"

"You can be careful, this magazine was published during the Republic of China, and I dug it out of the big dumpling of garbage in the library. Zhong Yuemin carefully took the book back, for fear that it would be damaged by Zheng Tong.

"Are you concerned, this magazine is so important?" Zheng Tong disagreed.

"Let you read more, nothing else in this magazine is important, just one of the most important. ”

"Which one?"

"Mr. Li Yizhi, a master of water conservancy, wrote about the fundamental management of the Yellow River. Zhong Yuemin carefully opened the magazine.

"Is there really such a god?" Zheng Tong looked incredulous.

Old Zhao, who was dozing off in the car, suddenly asked, "Li Yizhi in Guanzhong?"

"Grandpa Zhao, do you know him?"

"How can you not know, we have talked less over the years, but those who are a little older know that Mr. Li cultivates the eight benefits in the Guanzhong. Old Zhao Tou sighed again: "Originally, Mr. Li was also going to repair our Wuding River, but Mr. passed away before he could do so, otherwise our ordinary people would not be so bitter." ”

Zheng Tong exclaimed: "It's so powerful! Then I have to take a good look at what the book says." ”

"You rest, you can't read it. Zhong Yuemin carefully put away the magazine, "I also pointed to him and asked the county officials for cement." ”

"Why are you so stingy!" Zheng Tong lay down in the car angrily, "Don't rush, I'll lie down for a while, you can catch the car." ”

Zhong Yuemin had no choice but to take the whip and drive the little donkey forward quickly.

When he arrived at the county seat, it was already dark, and Zhong Yuemin drove the car into the compound of the county party committee, and the old man who guarded the door didn't have time to stop him.

"Hehe, what are you doing?

"Uncle, this is the county party committee, right?"

"yes. ”

"It's the county party committee, we are the educated youth of Tucheng Commune, this is Wang Village's looking for the village head, and we are looking for the director of the county Revolutionary Committee. ”

"What a joke, the county leaders are also what you want to see?

Zheng Tong shouted: "Hey, didn't you old man let the leader make mistakes?"

"Why did I let the leader make a mistake, don't talk nonsense!" the old janitor retorted eagerly.

"Are our county leaders serving the people? Now that the people like us are in difficulty, we come to the county leaders for help, and you are here to stop you, aren't you just letting the leaders stay away from us, the people?"

Zheng Tongling's teeth were sharp, and the bluffing old man was stunned.

"Is the county leader in the office?" asked Zhong Yuemin.

The old man said: "Today, a group of educated youths are here, and the county leaders are all in the guest house." ”

"Then you said it earlier, it's a waste of time!" Zhong Yuemin complained, and drove the little donkey to the guest house.

The old man watched them go, took two steps to the gatehouse, and shouted: "No, if the people of the whole county come to the county leader, then does the leader need to do anything else?"

In the canteen of the guest house, the ceasefire is bright, and the county leaders are condolences to the new educated youth.

"This is about to be the New Year, the educated youth are far away from their parents to our Jingbian to cut the line, the county leaders are very welcome, and they came to visit you today. Director Ma of the Educated Youth Office is speaking.

"Bang..." With a bang, the door of the cafeteria was pushed open.