"Lord Prefectural, most of the surrounding villages have been evacuated, but some of the people of the village, hearing that you are here, ran here regardless of it, and there are other migratory villages that have fallen behind, and they have all gathered when they heard the noise.

"No matter how much you persuade you to leave, you have to connect the sluice, and it is too dangerous to stay on the river beach below......"

Ouyang Rong's face was stunned.

Several officials in charge of evacuating the villagers buried their heads, stepped forward, and said bitterly:

"My lord, the rain does not stop, and there are many mudslides on the hillside along the middle section of Butterfly Creek, which clog the river with gravel and trees, and there are too many people gathered to transport them.

"Two of the ships you brought have also been overturned, and the rest of the ships sent to transport supplies downstream have also been cut off, and I don't know if they can bring new goods to support them."

Ouyang Rong was silent, and the fire that had been rising in his heart was extinguished, and he swallowed back the words of reproach.

He turned his head and silently looked at the crowd on the sluice dam.

Under a cloudy sky.

The sluice dam across the Yuenu Gorge is like a slender and stubborn straight line, connecting Longbei Mountain and Caifeng Mountain on both sides of the Yuenu Gorge.

In front is the unpredictable and moody Yunmengze, and in the back is the Butterfly Creek, which has blocked the back road due to frequent mudslides.

It was such a wide and narrow sluice and dam, but at the moment it was crowded with hundreds of villagers, as well as their miscellaneous packages and luggage, all crowded together.

On all sides there was a howling gale, and raindrops were smashing.

Wet and cold.

Ouyang Rong raised his hand and wiped his wet face with stiff muscles under the hat.

As far as the eye can see, on this narrow sluice and dam, the villagers' black heads and pairs of clear or muddy black eyes are frequently throwing themselves at him.

There was also a group of dejected chiefs standing around.

There is a group of brave young people who are working hard and carrying sandbags.

There are also men such as Liu Ashan, who followed him and was silent.

The environment is chaotic with information, and everyone has different expressions...... All these feedbacks around him turned into a wave like a mountain pressing head, rushing towards Ouyang Rong's bloodshot eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly felt so tired, not only the tiredness of the beating heart in his chest, but also ...... Inner powerlessness.

Although I didn't think about it, I was at the forefront, but in fact...... He's just an ordinary person?

An ordinary person who just wants to save merit and go home.

A college student who just graduated in his previous life and was preparing for the World War II graduate school entrance examination?

Ouyang Rong didn't waver in his thoughts.

Aiming for one thing, he never wavered.

Whether it was the decision to go to graduate school, or to climb out of the dungeon to take a look, or to decide to go home.

He just suddenly doubted that he could do it, guarding the only sluice gate in front of him.

He just...... I'm a little tired.

"Excuse me...... Is it Ou Yangming's Mansion? ”

Out of the silent ranks of villagers came an old man with a white beard dressed as a village chief and asked cautiously.

interrupted Ouyang Rong's trance.

"It's me...... It's the official. ”

Ouyang Rong nodded and replied, the official uniform when he came didn't know where he had been thrown away, and now he was wearing a robe.

Ouyang Rong took off his hat and reluctantly showed a smile at the trembling and timid-looking white-bearded village elder.

The old man with a white beard turned into surprise, and when he turned around, he said happily to the people who were staggering behind him:

"Lord Prefectural Order! It's a prefectural magistrate! The prefectural ordinance is here! Hurry up and see, don't worry, we must be saved! ”

"Lord Prefectural? It's really a prefectural magistrate! I met the prefectural magistrate in the disaster relief camp......"

"I just said that the sluice gate must be fine, there is a county order for adults, it was built by adults, it will definitely be able to be guarded, we don't have to run ......"

The originally silent crowd of villagers, the name of a young county magistrate, was activated as if it had been beaten with chicken blood.

A cordial shout resounded on the originally solemn sluice dam, and even drowned out the noisy rain.

Ouyang Rong was stunned.

In the crowd of women, children, old and young in front of him, faces blooming like flowers with surprised looks, and enthusiastic voices that seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, made Ouyang Rong a little dazed for a while.

The white-bearded old man took a step forward with a cane in his hand and led the villagers behind him to salute.

Ouyang Rong hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"You're welcome, old man."

"Mingfu."

was helped up, and on the old face of the white-bearded old man, a look of hope appeared and asked:

"It's raining a little hard, Di Gong Gate should be fine, right?

"We heard the officials in the village spread the word, Mingfu, you said that there is no need to be afraid of rising water, and the Digong Gate will not collapse if you are there, we all believe it, but everyone wants to come and send you some food, I heard that you are on the gate."

Ouyang Rong silently looked at the pickled radish, eggs, steamed buns and other local foods handed over by the villagers in front of him.

He opened his mouth, but the words reached his throat, but he swallowed them back silently.

Facing the simple gaze of anticipation and hope cast from all directions.

Ouyang Rong put on the hat again, pressed the hat on top of his head with the palm of his hand, stretched out his other hand, and directly grabbed a little girl with a horn and handed over the bun with both hands, and bit it hard.

The bun is cold and hard.

Ouyang Rong puffed up his cheeks and chewed with relish.

He raised the brim of his hat with his index finger up, revealing a pair of bright lacquered eyes like torches to the audience, and his voice was hoarse but sonorous:

"Di Gongzha will be fine! With us here, don't worry, folks, don't be afraid! ”

The villagers on the sluice and dam rejoiced.

Liu Ahsan and the other men, as well as the surrounding officials, couldn't help but look at a young county magistrate in the center of the crowd who was drenched in soup.

Standing like a pine and cypress, bathed in wind and rain for a long time, but regaining his spirit.

The old man with a white beard looked left and right, as if he noticed that the elders around him were embarrassed, and the old man sighed and apologized:

"Alas, Mingfu, everyone has gathered here, is it causing chaos for you?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head and smiled:

"What's the trouble, the villagers are here at the right time, everyone needs you!"

The white-bearded old man and the villagers all looked stunned and looked at each other.

Ouyang Rong didn't delay any longer and quickly settled down.

Of course, the women, children, and children of these hundreds of villagers are not fit to stay on the sluice dam.

Under Ouyang Rong's earnest temptation, all the women, children, old and children moved to the nearby Longbei Mountain and Caifeng Mountain.

At the same time, on these two mountains, there are sick camps and rest camps.

A few elders were left to work with women, children, and children to take care of the injured or sick people who had retreated from the gate, and were responsible for cooking and boiling hot water.

And these villagers brought local products and bedding, pots and bowls and other things with their families, but they came in handy.

As for the middle-aged and young people among the villagers, if the conditions were right and they volunteered, Ouyang Rong allowed them to be included in the rescue team of Di Gong Gate.

Although the number of people is small, but at present, in this state of upstream and downstream barriers, every additional person has more strength.

Therefore, the villagers are not a burden, but a force that can be united.

Under Ouyang Rong's calm command, the upper and lower officials and the people are temporarily united.

Everyone performed their duties, no one was idle, and even the priests of the wild temple who were dragged to labor reform worked hard.

Perhaps it is the back of a young county commander who walks around and commands, and does not stop in everyone's field of vision, like an unfailing banner, standing at the head of the city and always inspiring morale.

It may also be that after two days of running-in adaptation, the whole system up and down has gradually become tacit.

For a time, the sluice and dam were full of vitality.

Confidence naturally accumulates in the hearts of some people.

Regarding these subtle changes, Ouyang Rong, who was personally commanding everywhere, naturally saw it in his eyes.

His face was calm, and he turned his head from time to time in the rain to look at the endless clouds and waves.

The string in his heart has never loosened, but the tiredness in his eyes has decreased slightly.

In this way, he also spent most of the rare day of peace after coming to Di Gongzha.

The officials and people at Di Gongzha scrupulously abide by their posts and perform their duties, and nothing happens.

Estimating that it was noon, he lowered his head and finished nibbling on two pieces of steamed buns, shrank in the haystack in the inner sluice chamber, and temporarily closed his eyes and rested for half an hour.

Until the dull sound of rain in his ears suddenly became crisp and loud, and Ouyang Rong woke up in a daze.

"Master, let's ......"

Liu Ashan, who hurriedly pushed open the door of the sluice gate, saw the figure of the young county commander bowing his head and dozing for the first time, quickly shut up, and retreated lightly, preparing to close the door.

But it was too late, and in the darkness, a pair of slightly bloodshot eyes had already opened.

"What's the matter, tell me."

Ouyang Rong got up, patted the thatch on his buttocks, crossed Liu Ashan, pushed open the gate with his hands, put on a hat, and walked into the rain.

"Master, you don't want to rest for a while, you didn't close your eyes last night."

"It's okay, it's already mental. You talk about it. ”

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

Liu Ahsan followed the former, who took the lead in his stride.

"Master, the sacks we brought have run out, and they are all packed into sandbags and piled up on the side of the dam......

"The brothers who quarried and dug for sand on the side of Caifeng Mountain have returned, and I sent them to the side of Longbei Mountain to help carry bamboo and wood......

"In addition, I have found two fishermen among the villagers, who have some experience in weaving nets, and are teaching the women and children to weave nets with coarse cloth and linen...... That's pretty much it. ”

Ouyang Rong listened as he walked through the sluice dam, and the piles of sandbags that passed by him made him feel quite reassured.

The water level continued to rise, and soon after, in case the situation of the Di Gong Gate was critical, these seemingly inconspicuous materials prepared at the moment were all life-saving things.

"Let's go, let's go to Longbei Mountain and have a look."

Ouyang Rong took Liu Ashan and the others to Longbei Mountain, in a slightly higher position.

He paused slightly, silently looking back, looking down at the sluice gates below and the tidal dams around him.

The Digong Gate does not mean that an entire sluice gate occupies the entire Yuenu Gorge.

Although the Yuenu Gorge is located between Longbei Mountain and Caifeng Mountain on both sides, it is relatively narrow.

But where else in the world can there be such a large sluice gate that spans both sides of this gorge?

The Digong Gate is composed of a sluice gate and a tidal dam.

A tidal dam is the main part of it, made of stones and wooden piles, spanning the entire length of the Yuenu Gorge, and as the name suggests, used for flood control.

Whereas, the sluice gate is located in the center of the tidal dam.

Although the scale is not large, accounting for less than one-tenth of the tidal dam, it is exquisitely designed to hold back water in both directions, which is extremely useful.

It can block tides, discharge floods, drainage, etc.

To put it simply, when Yunmengze is at high tide, close the gate to block the water; When the tide is low, the sluice gate is opened to release water.

At present, Yun Mengze is in a state of continuous heavy rain and the water level is rising wildly.

Naturally, the sluice gate can only be closed, and together with the surrounding tidal dams, it is across the Yuenu Gorge to block the big water of Yunmengze, strive for flood discharge time, and protect Longcheng County downstream.

It is worth mentioning that the topography of the Yue Nü Gorge is extremely interesting.

Longbei Mountain and Caifeng Mountain on both sides of the river extend from the shore to the bottom of the river, and there are stones protruding.

The bottom stone of the river is like a road, stretching dozens of feet.

Therefore, the terrain of the Yue Nu Gorge is extremely high.

As the northern gate of the nine-hundred-mile cloud dream Daze.

Yun Mengze's relationship with it is like a teapot filled with water, with its upturned teapot spout.

The water in the teapot is deep, but the water at the spout of the teapot is not deep.

Even Ouyang Rong jumped directly from the Di Gong Gate right now, in the direction of Yun Mengze, and could easily dive to the bottom of the water.

Therefore, the Di Gong Gate across the Yuenu Gorge has a natural excellent water blocking effect.

However, no matter how good the water retaining fortifications are, there is a limit, and it cannot withstand the infinite rise of the water level......

Rumble——!

In the sky in the direction of Yunmengze, silver and white lightning had already filled the sky, and there was a dull thunder and then came to realize it.

The rain suddenly became more intense.

Ouyang Rong suddenly came back to his senses, spread his hands to catch the rain, as if predicting the rain, his brows gradually wrinkled.

"Let's go, go to the camp and get the fishing nets, it's time to use them."

Ouyang Rong turned around suddenly, and dropped a sentence resolutely.

After a stick of incense, the group covered in mud hurried to the temporary camp set up on Longbei Mountain.

Liu Ahan and the others went to collect the fishing nets, and Ouyang Rong wandered in place at the entrance of the camp.

From time to time, he glanced at Yun Mengze, who was stormy in the distance, his eyebrows were a little uneasy, and after hesitation, he turned around in an instant, ready to walk to the edge of the cliff to observe.

But at this moment, a girl's surprise cry suddenly came from a tent in the camp behind, which made him pause.

"Tanlang, you, are you okay!"

"Weilai?!"

Ouyang Rong looked back and immediately found the familiar little figure not far away.

On Ye Weilai's body, the elegant and slim maid dress is long gone, and she is wearing a coarse cloth dress suitable for work and travel like an ordinary folk girl.

The girl seemed to have just stepped out of the tent, holding a bowl of steaming ginger soup in both hands, and her gray-blue eyes were shining.

This scene was a little familiar, which made Ouyang Rong feel a little like going home.

But this is not Merlot Park.

The rain around him pulled him back to reality, and he shook his head vigorously, not hallucinating.

Ouyang Rong's face was stunned for a moment, and then his voice became unconscious:

"Why are you here? Who brought you here! ”

"Don't worry, Tanlang, the slave is fine...... You drink a bowl of hot ginger soup first, warm your body, it's all soaked, Tan Lang has a sick root, be careful and catch the wind and cold...... The ginger soup has just been boiled, and it is ready to be sent down, it is a slave and an embroidered ......"

Ye Weilai's little face was full of concern, and she accidentally said the name behind her in a hurry, and her voice quietly thinned.

She stole her small body to cover the tent behind her where the woman was hiding.

But Ouyang Rong didn't have the heart to pay attention to these at the moment.

"It's nonsense!"

His heroic brows furrowed, and he stepped forward quickly, ready to catch the thin plate of this leather girl.

Ouyang Rong's reaction made Ye Weilai, who was familiar with his temper, shrink her head, and the girl raised the ginger soup bowl with both hands to her eyebrows, she stood in place, her silver hair buried in her chest, looking pitiful.

Ouyang Rong approached, and he didn't know whether to laugh or angry.

But at this moment, a thin face clerk suddenly ran up from the direction of the mountain, and fell at the gate of the camp, he was out of breath and looked left and right.

When he saw Ouyang Rong's figure, the slim face clerk hurriedly jumped up and waved his hand, shouting in a panic:

"Oh no, Mingfu, it's a big deal, just now, the wind was urgent, there was a big wave rushing into the hard objects of the trees, hitting the sluice, the craftsman who inspected said that there may be a crack, there is an undercurrent pipe gushing underwater, if you don't find a repair, it may collapse at any time!"

Ouyang Rong turned his face, and his complexion changed suddenly.

"Undercurrents? Oops! ”

Not long ago, the anxiety in my heart was fulfilled.

didn't have time to care about the little girl's affairs anymore, Ouyang Rong immediately left Ye Weilai, turned his head and led Liu Ashan and his party to rush down the mountain.

Ahem, ask for a wave of tickets...... Whispered

(End of chapter)