Yang Ruoqing had nothing to do and planned to go to the river behind the village to have a look.
Tang Yazi happened to be there too, and I could come back with him later in the afternoon.
The riverside behind the village.
The river is very long, winding from the foot of Mianniu Mountain, passing Zhengjia Village, Fujia Village, Jinjia Village, Xiangjia Village, Yujia Village, Changping Village, Lijia Village from upstream to downstream, and finally makes a bend in front of Lijia Village Entering a village in Fenglin Town adjacent to Lijia Village...
It's like building a road. The distance is very long and everyone breaks into pieces.
The dike that needs to be reinforced is divided into three sections. Because Lijia Village and Changping Village are large villages with large populations, they each took over the section near their own villages.
The other villages were relatively small, so they banded together to repair the remaining section.
In addition, appropriate people will be transferred from Changping Village and Lijiacun to the upper reaches of the river - Zhengjiacun Reservoir.
They work in shifts to guard the reservoir day and night, measure the water level increase at regular times and at fixed points every day, and report the situation to Yang Huazhong and Li Jia at any time.
"Everyone works together and can cut through metal. This scene is really spectacular!"
Yang Ruoqing walked along the river embankment for a while, and all she saw were busy and methodical figures.
Carloads of sand, gravel, and wooden piles are constantly being transported by the river.
Then the piles were placed on both sides of the river, and they were piled up little by little to artificially strengthen the embankment. The wooden piles were driven deeply into the ground to form a hard wall, blocking the impact of floods at any time.
In front of nature, human beings are as weak as ants.
But when these ants hug together tightly and use their wisdom and perseverance to fight against unpredictable natural disasters, no matter what, they can always create a refuge for themselves in the worst environment.
It is precisely because of human wisdom and perseverance that humans can thrive on this land, bearing fruit from generation to generation, creating higher wisdom and civilization.
Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up, especially when those muscular men took off their shirts, revealing their bronzed skin that had been blasted by the sun all year round. They were carrying sandbags, turning hammers, and shouting slogans, so vigorous and powerful, like It's a scenery that makes people excited and makes them want to join them.
Among the busy crowd, there is a figure that is so different and stands out from the crowd.
When people look at him at a glance, they have to fix their eyes on him, and it is difficult to look away.
That's right, that person was none other than Luo Fengtang.
Although he is a general who protects the country, his majesty and domineering power are reserved for the outside world, and his ferocity and ruthlessness are reserved for the enemy.
In Changping Village, there are no generals here, only Tang Yazi who eats big pot rice with everyone and fights sandbags together!
Although he never puts on airs in front of the villagers and elders, there is a kind of person, even if he doesn't say anything, it is enough to make those around him unable to help but admire him.
Yang Ruoqing watched him busy there, not only doing his best, but also taking charge of the command.
Hey, our general is very hardworking and hardworking!
"Qing'er, are you here too? If you hadn't told me earlier, I would have waited for you!"
Mrs. Liu suddenly appeared in front of Yang Ruoqing, holding a white-faced steamed bun in her left hand and gnawing on it, and a vegetable dumpling in her right hand.
"Fourth Aunt, did you come here to eat and drink?"
Yang Ruoqing stared at the food in her hand and frowned slightly.
Ms. Liu grinned sheepishly and said, "It can't be called eating and drinking. I helped them with work before. I put in the effort to carry things and so on."
Yang Ruoqing said: "Fourth Aunt, the people who are working must eat first. The people who are working have not eaten yet, but you are eating first. What does it look like!"
Mrs. Liu smiled coquettishly, quickly put the steamed buns and vegetable dumplings she had taken a bite into her clothes pocket, and then said with a flattering smile: "Well, you can't see them now."
Yang Ruoqing's face softened slightly, "It won't happen next time."
Mr. Liu nodded repeatedly.
Everyone thought these foods came from the village.
In fact, how can the village have so much money?
All these meals are sponsored by the Luo family!
But only insiders know about this, and these insiders naturally include Mr. Liu.
"Qing'er, look at how well the dam is built. It looks solid, like a copper wall and an iron wall." Liu Shicha pointed around while introducing it to Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing nodded secretly.
Ms. Liu glanced at the strong men, secretly swallowed her saliva and said: "Everyone usually wears clothes and doesn't think it's so bad. Now they take off their clothes and spread their arms to work. Tsk tsk, let's There are quite a few good men in the village. This one is stronger than the other, good-looking, and eye-catching..."
"Fourth Aunt, please wipe off your saliva first." Yang Ruoqing looked sideways at the nymphomaniac look on Mrs. Liu's face.
It turns out that I only think men are lustful, regardless of whether they are young men or old men, they all like to look at beautiful little girls.
I didn’t expect this color to be gender-neutral.
If a woman becomes lustful, it has nothing to do with a man. No wonder most of the movies and TV shows in the past and subsequent lives are female-oriented.
Good-looking little fresh meat is always sought after by female audiences...
"Where's the saliva? Qing'er, just make fun of me!"
Mrs. Liu actually raised her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth. Then she noticed the narrowness in Yang Ruoqing's eyes and couldn't help but laugh and curse.
Yang Ruoqing also smiled slightly and continued to look for Luo Fengtang in the crowd.
Huh?
He was driving piles there before, but the fourth aunt came over and interrupted, so why was he missing?
"Qing'er."
Suddenly a familiar voice came from behind.
Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw Luo Fengtang and several men from the same village coming here together.
Those men were very rough and arrogant. They were still shirtless, and their jackets that could catch water were thrown casually on their shoulders. They described it in one sentence as they walked:
That is, the walking hormone.
At that time, Ms. Liu, who was standing next to Yang Ruoqing, straightened her eyes, her throat rumbled twice, and she was really swallowing her saliva.
In comparison, Yang Ruoqing's concentration is much better.
She just glanced at the strong men, and it was because they took the initiative to greet her, and then nodded lightly.
From beginning to end, her attention was only on Luo Fengtang.
He was not shirtless, and was still wearing the dark purple shorts he had worn when he went out in the morning, so that it would be easier for him to work.
Even though he was sweating, he didn't go shirtless regardless of his appearance. He just loosened his collar slightly, revealing a section of healthy wheat-colored skin. The rest of his body was still tightly covered.
His stern face and sculpted and tight facial contours made him appear calm and intimidating when he wasn't smiling.
He has a tall and straight figure, mighty and handsome, and his tight clothes highlight his aura of forbiddenness and lust.
People can't help but want to pounce on him, tear off his clothes, hold his stern face and kiss him wildly, want to see him lose control, see him go crazy for himself...
