Obviously, Xiong Lezi didn't have any artistic appreciation cells, he looked at the lake high above and the farmhouse hidden deep at the bottom of the valley, and muttered: "Ma, the difference is so high, if this dam collapses, won't these people all die?" They all fed Lao Wang Ba. ”

Xia Guorong glared at him and said, "Crow's mouth, stupid fork!" How could such a big dam collapse? ”

But after Guo Zhuocheng listened to Xiong Lezi's muttering, he suddenly thought of something, and also understood why he was uneasy when he heard "Pandian Reservoir" just now.

Xiong Lezi also glanced at Xia Guorong and said, "Even if the mountains are all down, what's the big deal about the dam?" Hum! Drown you! ”

Xia Guorong smiled: "You are really worried. Such a large dam is made of cement, not to mention this bit of water, even if the plane throws a heavy bomb to blow it up, it will not be able to blow it up. It can be much stronger than a mountain. Everyone has the guts to live underneath, you don't even have the guts, do you? ”

The bear leper urn said angrily: "You know that there is no case? What if it collapses? ”

The two of them are on the bull, and they can't be verified anyway, if you want to win, whose mouth is powerful.

Guo Zhuocheng quickly thought about the memories of his previous life in his mind, but after searching for a long time, he only found a rough impression of the accident in the "Pandian Reservoir" because the water level was too high, and he only knew that there was such a thing in his previous life, but he didn't know what year it was, let alone what day it was, and he didn't know anything about the specific circumstances of the accident.

He asked, "Xia Guorong, has there been any accident with this dam since it was built?" How did I hear of ......"

Xia Guorong was very angry in his heart, and felt that the son of the county party secretary and this rude bear leper were deliberately embarrassed by him. He said with certainty: "No! Then he emphasized, "There is no way something could happen to such a big dam!" The most accidents were the wild dog slopes we had just passed. Someone must have blamed the dams for the killing of people there, saying that something happened to the dam, right? ”

Guo Shucheng shook his head, ignoring Xia Guorong's anger and asked: "If the dam collapses, where will the biggest loss be?" ”

Xia Guorong was even more angry in his heart, feeling that this child was darker than that bear leper's heart, as if he hoped that something would happen here: Are you happy when you die?

But considering that Guo Zhuocheng is the son of the secretary of the county party committee, and he was escorted by the leader, he had to say patiently: "Of course, the biggest loss is the Xiaao brigade." In fact, the losses of the Xiaao Brigade were not much, and the most troublesome was Panzhi County. Because the downstream areas are on their side, we don't have much to do here because of the mountains. And at least six or seven brigades in Panzhi County will be submerged, and even their county town may be flooded. If this is the case, then the problem is huge, and the superiors will definitely shoot several people. ”

Guo Zhuo said sincerely: "No wonder I don't have any impression in my mind. It turned out that after this happened, the losses were all in Panzhi County, and our Shuidian County was only affected, and the impact was naturally not great. In addition, I was young at the time, and the news I heard was also passed on by others, so how could I have a clear impression. ”

While trying to reminisce and looking for as much information as possible, he followed the angry Xia Guorong forward.

On the way, they met a peasant from the Xiaao Brigade, and when they asked, he told them that the county party secretary and his party had arrived at the Shangao Brigade.

So, the three of them walked straight towards the upper col brigade.

Not far after the dam, the concrete road built specifically for the reservoir is gone, and the road becomes rugged again.

On the way, Xia Guorong told Guo Zhuocheng that the Shangao brigade is a natural village, which is no longer a brigade, only slightly larger than the usual production team. The main body of the Shangao Brigade emigrated to other places because the farmland was flooded. According to the policy, most of the remaining people here will also be relocated, but many people just don't want to leave, and since some of the land is not really submerged, the government has turned a blind eye to their actions, and semi-openly allowed them to cultivate land that could be flooded at any time.

Speaking of this, Xia Guorong sighed: "Those lands can also support a lot of people, right? ”

Suddenly, Guo Zhuocheng shouted loudly: "Save your grandson from the coffin!" After shouting this, he couldn't help but get excited.

Xia Guorong and Xiong Lezi were baffled by Guo Zhuocheng's four words, and both turned their heads to him.

Guo Zhuocheng smiled at the two of them: "It's okay, it's okay." I suddenly remembered something and shouted out, so excited. ”

Xia Guorong asked: "What is 'leaf jar nine bamboo shoots'?" ”

Xiong Lezi showed the embarrassment on Guo Zhuocheng's face, and said to Xia Guorong very dissatisfied: "Why are you asking so clearly? Is it necessary to explain to you? ”

Xia Guorong also had no intention of asking casually, and when he saw Xiong Leprosy reproaching, he hurriedly said, "Aren't you curious?" Even if I didn't ask. ”

Guo Zhuocheng did not participate in their conversation, he was seriously recalling the story of "the coffin saving the grandson" that he heard when he was a child, because this story is a bit magical, and the local farmers relished this matter, and constantly processed this story artistically, and finally turned it into a legend known to everyone in the locals:

The story is that the dam of the Pandian Reservoir was washed away by the flood, and the huge lake water washed down from the mountains dozens of meters high, sweeping away villages, fields, trees, people, cattle, and ......

At that time, the father of a commune cadre had died, and his family was holding a funeral. When the villagers were carrying the coffin up the mountain, the raging flood rushed over, whether it was filial piety or filial piety, relatives and neighbors who helped, or lively people were all frightened, but soon the birds and beasts scattered.

In the end, all that is left is a lonely coffin and funeral items scattered everywhere, and of course, the protagonist of the story, a teenage child.

I don't know if the child was frightened or too smart, and cleverly thought that this coffin was the largest floating object here, which could protect him, anyway, the child not only did not run away with the adults, but climbed onto the coffin and hugged the coffin.

When the flood did not reach the top, many people who fled were swept away by the flood. He rushed forward with the coffin with the flood, and many people saw his figure slowly disappearing into the distance.

At the time, everyone, including his family, believed that he, like many of those killed, had been swallowed up by the flood and that his body could not be found. However, on the third day, the news came from a county downstream that the child was unharmed: he was floating in the river with the lid of his coffin and was finally rescued by a fishing boat.

Later, this child was admitted to a famous university, and after graduating from college, he went to study abroad, which can be regarded as a success. The commune cadre left his father's coffin and his own children and ran away, but when he escaped, he fell and became lame.

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