At first, Ding Changlin was still very anxious, but then he thought, wouldn't it be better, the ground is full of water, who can see that he has gone in? Thinking of the book he just took out, he really didn't want to keep it at first, but then he thought of taking it down by himself.

So, Ding Changlin called the bureau office, but no one answered, so he called Director Zhao again, and he finally got through.

"Director Zhao, I'm Ding Changlin, Feng Dao's tomb has collapsed, and the ground is full of water seepage, what should I do?"

"What? it's seeping, why did you report it, when did it happen?" Director Zhao hadn't gotten up yet, he sat up all of a sudden when he heard the words, he got up a little violently, he had a little overkill with his wife last night, his brain was starved of oxygen, he almost fell on his back, his head buzzed, and Ding Changlin didn't listen to what he said later.

Ding Changlin fed him a few times, and hung up after no one squeaked, and when he went to the house, he wrapped the book with one of his own clothes, and put it in his armpit and went to Secretary Feng's house.

But coincidentally, Secretary Feng's family is the only one in the family where Mi Sidi cooks alone.

"What about the family?" asked Ding Changlin.

"It rained at night, and the fields were flooded, so they all went to the fields." Mi Sidi glanced at Ding Changlin, thinking about the events of that night, and didn't dare to look up at him in shame.

Ding Changlin wanted to raise his legs and leave, but he thought of the book under his armpit, so he said: "Xiaomi, there is something I want to ask you, can you help me put something?"

When Mi Sidi heard this, she raised her head and asked, "What do you put it?"

Ding Changlin took out the book from under his armpit and said: "The house on the mountain is leaking, I'm a book-loving person, there is no place to put this book, it's wet everywhere, I'll borrow a bucket, go back and pour water outside, there is no place to put this book, you keep it for me, how about it?"

Mi Sidi hesitated, walked over and took the book from Ding Changlin's hand and looked at it, and then took it into the wing, her bedroom.

Ding Changlin wanted to leave immediately, but after looking at the side room, he actually followed in.

"Ah, you ......" Mi Sidi put the book away, and when she turned around, she saw Ding Changlin actually following in.

"I want to tell you that this book is very important to me, I entrusted you with the custody of the book, you must not tell anyone, otherwise, I may not be able to help your man find a job, you keep it for me, so that no one knows, including your family, maybe I can ask someone to help your sister find a job when the time comes." Ding Changlin was in a hurry to return to Feng Dao's tomb, so he made a promise regardless of whether he could fulfill it or not.

"I know, don't worry, I won't tell anyone". Mi Sidi nodded in agreement.

Ding Changlin smiled, turned around and went out, picked up a pair of buckets in the courtyard, took the water scoop from the water tank in the courtyard, and returned to Feng Dao's tomb as soon as possible.

No matter when someone from the bureau comes, Ding Changlin will not drain the water in the tomb so quickly, Ding Changlin will work for a while, rest for a while, until Director Zhao and a few people in the bureau rush to Feng Dao's tomb, Ding Changlin just discharged two buckets of water outward, but he himself was covered in muddy water, as if he had experienced how intense physical labor.

Director Zhao ignored him and went straight down the tomb, he wanted to go to see what the water seeped through, but he didn't expect to go down to take a look, so he immediately ran up.

"Ding Changlin, what's going on down there, why is there a hole in there?"

"How do I know how to have a hole, I got up in the morning and went down to see it, so I went to the village to borrow a bucket to drain it, what's wrong?"

"Why don't you report the fact that the landslide caused a hole?" asked Director Zhao.

"I reported, you didn't reply, and no one squeaked on your side after I finished reporting, I thought you knew, so I came to drain it." Ding Changlin lay on the ground and said lazily.

"You, why didn't you go in and take a look?" Director Zhao asked, staring at Ding Changlin's eyes.

What he was most concerned about was not whether Feng Dao's tomb collapsed, but the place that looked like a tomb, whether Ding Changlin had gone in or taken something out of it.

"What am I going to do in there, what if it collapses and smashes inside? Can your Cultural Relics Bureau report me as a martyr?" Ding Changlin said angrily.

"Okay, good, it's good if you don't go in, that's good." Director Zhao said, picked up his mobile phone and ran outside to report.

Since there are people in the bureau, Ding Changlin is completely rested, anyway, these people don't want to see him, so he went out and sat outside under the big tree to cool off, and after a while, he saw a person coming up from the ridge, and when he got closer, he saw that it was Secretary Feng.

"Lao Feng, come, sit down." Ding Changlin took out a cigarette and handed it over.

"What's the matter, I heard that there is water in the tomb, I have to go and see ......"

"You'd better not go, it's all the leaders of the bureau who are working, you go to work, if you don't get tired, you can go." Ding Changlin said.

"I said you're hiding here, isn't it serious?"

"It's okay, it's not serious, by the way, I took two buckets from your house and sent them to you when I ran out." Ding Changlin said.

"Well, alas......"

"What's wrong?" asked Ding Changlin.

"What's the matter, what else can you do, you look at the terraces below, a heavy rain last night, broke down a lot of embankments, the water above is full, the water below is overflowing, the rice is a mess, this season's harvest is over, wait a few days to see if you can plant late rice, see if you can have a little harvest." Secretary Feng said helplessly.

"Yes, in the end, it's still up to the sky." Ding Changlin took over and said.

Ding Changlin and Secretary Feng were chatting here, but Mi Sidi at home was like playing a drum, and after eating, she went to her house to read it several times, for fear that the task given to her by Ding Changlin would not be completed, mainly because she was afraid that the book would be seen by her own man, and she always felt that it was not good to hide it.

Coupled with Ding Changlin's promise to find a job for her sister, the woman in the village is real, as soon as Ding Changlin said that, she believed it, and in a sense, the book in the house may be linked to her sister, her man's work, so it must be protected.

I felt that the book was not safe at my mother-in-law's house, so after eating my morning meal, I told my mother-in-law that I wanted to go back to my mother's house to see it, so I took the book from Changle Village to her mother's Mijiazhai.

As soon as Cui Jinshan heard that a new tomb had collapsed from the landslide, he immediately reported to the top, saying that he had organized experts to excavate and wanted the leader to come back later, but he didn't expect the leader to attach great importance to this matter, and resolutely disagreed to change the itinerary and continued to go to Feng Dao's tomb to see.

It just rained last night, the hardened road only went to Changle Town, and it was a dirt road to Feng Dao's tomb, and the leader's car was stuck in the middle of the road, so they had to walk, one or two kilometers didn't look very far, but it was very difficult to walk, especially the deep foot and shallow foot in the mud, but halfway through, the leader was not easy to say to go back, and his face was getting worse and worse.