Wang Village is downstream of Shichuan Village, and Zhao Tou, the village elder of Wang Village, is a hard bone, and no one in a radius of 100 miles does not know that he is an old man who does not know what he says.

The old Zhao Tou has been working with the villagers of Wang Village for six years, and only one year has not been washed away by heavy rains and floods, and the crops on the dam have been successfully harvested, and all the villagers in Wang Village have not starved.

But just such a good time of eating enough for a year has prompted Wang Village to build dams unremittingly every year, even if it is constantly washed away by heavy rains.

This year, when the old and young masters of Wang Village were still discussing whether to continue to build the dam, Lao Zhao Tou heard the news that Ishikawa Village was also building a dam, and now the whole village couldn't sit still.

"Chang Gui! You shit, why do you want to block the water in the ditch?" Old Zhao Tou was pressing, and he took a village of people to press up.

The old and young masters of Ishikawa Village were not frightened, and they stood behind Chang Gui Zhishu with flat poles and nail rakes.

"Old Zhaotou, you are an elder, but you are too bullying! The water in this ditch is not your family's, why don't you let them build a dam?"

"Just, why?" echoed the villagers of Ishikawa Village.

"You stopped the water, what are you using in Emen Village? Why do you water the land and grow crops?" Old Zhao Tou roared.

Chang Gui didn't shy away, "Old Zhaotou, the fields in your Wang Village are on the other side, so why don't you need water in this ditch to water the ground." Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, don't you just want to build a dam?"

Old Zhao raised his head: "You just want to hit the dam, what's wrong?"

"It's not uncommon to say that you, you build dams every year, and they destroy them every year, isn't this a waste of food?"

"You are willing to waste, can you manage it?"

Chang Gui was angry: "You don't want to care, but you can't control it!"

"Stand here today, see who dares to hit the dam!" Old Zhao Tou stood there and said contemptuously.

"This dam, you have to fight today!"

Two groups of people, the anger value soared, and the weapon fight was about to break out.

"Yuemin, these two groups of people are going to fight, are we going down to help?" Zheng Tong looked at the scene below the ditch and asked excitedly, asking for a long time but no response.

When he turned his head, he found that Zhong Yuemin had long since disappeared, "Dayong, where is Yuemin?"

Zhao Dayong pointed to the bottom of the slope: "Yuemin has gone down!"

"Huh?" Zheng Tong took a closer look, only to find that Zhong Yuemin was between the two groups of people at some point, and said hurriedly: "I'll go, then we have to hurry up and help!"

Zhao Dayong and several other male intellectuals watched Zheng Tong run down desperately, looked at each other, and gritted their teeth and followed.

"Chang Zhishu, Village Chief Zhao, we have something to say, so that we won't fight!" Zhong Yuemin stood between Chang Gui and Lao Zhao Tou, he chose this place when he left, in case there was a real fight, he would drag one with one hand, and the others should not hit him.

"Are you a doll from BJ?" Old Zhao Tou looked at Zhong Yuemin out of the corner of his eye, and didn't take it seriously for a while.

Zhong Yuemin accompanied the smiling face: "Yes, my name is Zhong Yuemin, and I just came to northern Shaanxi not long ······."

"Eh, this place, it's not worth coming all the way from BJ, you dolls play for two days and go back. Now stand on the side, it will hurt you in a moment. Lao Zhao almost choked Zhong Yuemin to death with a word, and there were many sets of similar words behind him, but they didn't say it.

"Yuemin, I know that you are a good baby, you shouldn't care about this matter today, lean to the side, don't splash your blood. Chang Gui's branch secretary patted Zhong Yuemin on the shoulder and drove him to the side.

Chang Gui and Lao Zhao faced each other as if they had touched gunpowder, and the "war" was about to break out.

Just when the weapons of both sides were about to collide, Zhong Yuemin roared flatly: "Slow!"

Old Zhao Tou was made his heart tremble by Zhong Yuemin's roar, "You doll, what are you yelling about?"

"Village Chief Zhao, if you build a dam again this year, can you ensure that the flood will not be washed away?"

"This year, you will play stronger, use more stones, and ram the soil twice······"

"Then didn't you fight the dam strong enough before?" Zhong Yuemin asked bluntly without waiting for Lao Zhao to finish speaking.

"Of course······ What do you know about a little doll!" Old Zhao was stunned halfway through his words, "This matter depends on whether God is willing to be gracious." ”

Zheng Tong came out at this time: "Village Chief Zhao, you are an old party member, how can you promote feudal superstition in public?"

"What's the feudal superstition? The world is big, and the stomach is the biggest! The forehead is full of people whose loess is drowning to their necks, you little doll, don't just put a hat on your forehead. "Lao Zhao Tou is an old Jianghu, Zheng Tong's tried and tested trick is a little ineffective, and the people next to him don't think there is anything wrong with Lao Zhaotou's words.

"The key is that your method is not bright, like you, in addition to working hard and losing money, you can't succeed in building a dam for another ten years!" Zhong Yuemin stopped Zheng Tong from exerting his eloquence again, and directly hit the nail on the head.

Old Zhao Tou was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and asked: "You little doll mouth is amazing! Then I ask you, how can you Ishikawa Village guarantee that this dam will be completed?"

Everyone looked at Chang Gui's branch secretary, but found that he couldn't say one, two, or three.

"Branch secretary, you are talking!" Zhong Yuemin stabbed Chang Gui and urged in a low voice.

Chang Gui was forced to have no choice, and whispered in Zhong Yuemin's ear: "There is nothing I can do, just to see that the loess on both sides of the ditch has been washed down this year, and the ditch has narrowed, so I want to hit the dam." ”

Zhong Yuemin was angry, he saw that he was assigning tasks with confidence in the morning, and he thought that he had thought about it a long time ago, but he didn't expect that Chang Gui didn't think about it so much at all, and he was also ready to try his luck. But his face couldn't show it, his brain was running fast, and he nodded from time to time, as if he agreed with Chang Gui's idea.

After Chang Gui finished speaking, Zhong Yuemin said seriously: "Chang Gui said that he has consulted the technical experts in the county, as long as the project is done well, it is to dig a floodway on the side of the dam, and then dig an overflow channel under the dam, Shichuan Village can build a silt dam, and Wang Village can also build a dam, and there is no need to worry about flooding." ”

This set of things was completely seen by Zhong Yuemin when he visited northern Shaanxi in his previous life, but at that time, most of the silt dams were deserted, and there were not many people in the countryside who farmed the land.

After listening to Zhong Yuemin's words, everyone talked about it, and they were all discussing whether it would be successful or not.

Lao Zhao built the dam every year, although he used primitive methods, but he was also constantly thinking about ways to prevent floods. He pulled Zhong Yuemin by the hand, "Educated youth are different, they are brighter than us white men, tell me quickly, what do you think?"

"It's not what I thought, it was Chang Gui's branch secretary who told me. Zhong Yuemin hurriedly excused himself.

Lao Zhao's eyelids rolled: "It's not that he looks down on him, he can't think of these methods even if his brain is twisted into water." ”

Chang Gui was not angry, and said to Zhong Yuemin: "Yuemin, you tell me carefully, if our two villages can build a dam and plant crops, then you are really the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva." ”

"Chang Zhishu, you just said that, I can't afford this small body. ”

"Deserve it. Lao Zhao replied instead of Chang Gui: "This Chang Gui usually has a very stupid mouth, but what he said just now is right, with the silt dam, how many people can live in our two villages! Zhong Yuemin, your baby is not an exaggeration to be treated as a bodhisattva!"

Zhong Yuemin looked at it, and the two of them were more than 100 years old together, and they couldn't fight for it, so he hurriedly drew a sketch on the ground.

Lao Zhao Tou and Chang Gui also squatted down, looked at the picture, and the three of them discussed it like this, constantly improving the plan.

"Where to get cement?" The three of them discussed to the end and found a big problem.