Although Xiao Qian, who was of the same age in his previous life, was a witness to the flood, his impression at the time was not profound.
That's right, his thinking is not mature, and he is no different from ordinary children.
I remember that at that time, he and his classmates set up a net to catch fish by the water and showed off the fish they caught to his parents.
Parents and elders do not show their inner worries, perhaps because they are afraid of scaring their children.
This life is different.
With the memories of two lifetimes fused together, he was standing on the embankment, and the turmoil in his heart was even worse than that of the great flood a year later.
The embankment under your feet is just made of earth, no matter how strong it is...
The place where they were standing was the intersection from the village to the fields, about a hundred meters away from the village. Due to the pressure of people and vehicles over the years, the embankment formed a depression in this place.
When floods broke out in previous lives, the villagers blocked this area with sand and earth bags.
What's even more terrible is actually the terrain of the village.
From their location, walking north along the embankment, there is a railway about two hundred meters away. A railway bridge spans the embankment, which is the only way for people in the village to go to the fields during floods.
Of course, people can only walk up there and follow the caecum paths on both sides of the railway. Vehicles are out of the question.
The roadbed of the railway is of course very high, even higher than the embankment. It stretches all the way from the north of the village, naturally turning it into a barrier.
Below the railway, northeast of the village, is the return section belonging to the Railway Bureau.
This is where steam locomotives are refueled, refilled with water, and repaired.
In order to allow the steam locomotive to turn around, the return section of the railway must be arranged in a triangle. One side of the railway draws an arc to the north and east of the village, which is higher than the houses in the village.
The embankment under their feet was about a hundred meters south, then turned a corner and turned east, just passing by the south of the village.
This section is about 300 meters long before it turns south and finally flows into the Wuyur River.
There is only a vacant section between the southern end of the return section of the railway and the river, but it is occupied by a brick and tile factory.
In other words, the surrounding areas of the village are all higher than the terrain inside the village.
If this breaks the dam...
Although the dam did not burst in the previous life, who can guarantee that it will not happen in this life?
Xiao Qian shuddered just thinking about the floods breaking the embankments. The cold winter wind blew on his face, even making him shudder.
"Do you want to build the bridge? Yes. But I have conditions."
Xiao Qian's eyes were red, and he finally became anxious.
Don't worry, there are still relatives living in this village.
Hearing that he was willing to help, Lao Songtou was very happy and hurriedly said: "You tell me what the conditions are."
Xiao Qian suddenly raised his hand, pointed to the high point in the middle of the river, and said without a doubt: "If you want me to pay to help you build the bridge, the river bed must be cleared, and no farming is allowed."
Like water conservancy projects across the country that have been in disrepair for a long time, the middle of this river has been occupied by villagers and planted crops because there is no water flowing all year round.
There are only two small shallow ditches on both sides of the river. The ditch on the east side is not flowing, and only the west side is draining wastewater.
The reason why the floods a year later will be so critical is also one of the reasons why the rivers are blocked.
When he heard Xiao Qian's request to flatten the river bed, Lao Songtou's face turned bitter and he didn't understand.
"Oh my God, what are you doing to punish it? If it's going to cause trouble, then the village will be in trouble too."
Xiao Qian looked directly at him.
“If we don’t clean up the river, what will happen if there’s a flood?”
Old Songtou laughed heartily.
"You kid is good at joking. It rains so little all year round here. Where does the flood come from?"
Xiao Qian's voice suddenly rose higher.
"What if it comes?"
He grabbed Lao Songtou, turned him around, and showed him the terrain of the village.
"Look, take a good look. If a flood really comes and the dam is broken, will this village still have a way to survive?"
Old Songtou was smiling at first, but following Xiao Qian's instructions, he became more frightened and frightened, and finally couldn't help but start to show off.
He was not a fool, of course he could see that the village was simply trapped in a dead end. Once what Xiao Qian said happened, everyone in the village would be dead.
But cleaning up the river is not that easy.
"No, if we really clean it up, there will definitely be a fuss. It's all the land that people worked so hard to create, and it won't cost people's lives."
With no other choice, Xiao Qian had no choice but to resort to a trick.
"If you can clear the river, I will build a bridge for you. From here to there, you don't have to worry about the bridge collapsing or being flooded."
Xiao Qian pointed his hands on both sides of the river embankment, his momentum soaring to the sky, which really calmed Old Songtou.
"You...are you serious?"
Old Songtou's face was covered with sweat, and he just stared at Xiao Qian, fearing that the child was lying to him.
He originally came to Xiao Qian because he wanted two dollars to repair the damaged bridge. But he didn't expect that Xiao Qian was so ruthless and wanted to repair the bridge for them.
He certainly knew what it would mean once the bridge was built.
The original small bridge is located in the river bed. When it rains heavily, it will be submerged, making it impossible to cross and delaying farm work.
But if it is a bridge that directly connects the dams on both sides, it will not delay everyone's travel at any time.
"Just tell me if you can do it? If you say you can, I will let you walk on the new bridge this fall."
Xiao Qian was furious and offered a huge temptation.
Old Songtou was breathing heavily, obviously struggling in his heart.
On the one hand, it offends some villagers to clean up the river, on the other hand, it is a bridge that can be guaranteed to be worry-free for decades...
"Yes, it's settled. I don't want my life, but I want to see if that bastard dares to disobey, and I'll kill him."
The old man waved his arms violently, like a madman, and finally made a choice.
This result made Xiao Qian most happy.
"Secretary Song, you will feel lucky for your choice today."
In order to increase the confidence of Lao Songtou, Xiao Qian immediately ordered his subordinates: "Go to Harbin immediately and find the most experienced experts. My request is that construction must start as soon as the ground is cleared, and the bridge must be repaired before autumn."
The subordinate turned around and left. After a while, a car roared and disappeared into the horizon.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Qian would just do what he said, and only then did Old Songtou feel real.
"Okay, I'll call everyone together this afternoon to discuss the matter. Don't worry, I will clean up this river no matter what this year."
Money can make the world go round. Old Songtou, who has been shrewd and greedy all his life, is willing to risk everything this time.
At the very least, if Xiao Qian really builds the bridge, everyone in the village will have to say hello to him from now on. For this, what does it matter if he offends a few villagers who privately occupy the river?
Besides, Old Songtou plans to convene the villagers to discuss this matter. As long as the opinions are unified, there will be nothing to fear.
Xiao Qian didn't care what he was thinking secretly. As long as he could dredge the river and avoid the danger of a major flood a year later, he didn't care about the rest.
And he understands the future situation better than Lao Songtou.
After all, the location of this village is not very good. Although it is close to the county seat, the direct road to the county seat is blocked by the train station and railway.
Fortunately, the villagers can still cross the railway.
When Xiao Qian was in junior high school, he went to school every day and rode his bicycle after school. He had to carry it when crossing the railway.
You have to cross a main railway road and turn back three railways, so you can imagine how hard it is.
Later, when the train speed increased, the railway bureau closed the railway, so the villagers could not pass. To go to the county seat, they could only go east and pass the state-owned farm before going to the city.
Fortunately, the steam locomotive later retired from history and the return section was dismantled. Otherwise, there would be no road out of the village.
Because of this, there were fewer and fewer residents in the village. Most of the people moved away, making the place increasingly desolate.
More than twenty years later, Xiao Qian came back once. Walking in the village at night, it was pitch black with no light at all.
There are only a dozen or so families left in the entire village, and there is no longer any hope of survival.
But the situation is not that bad now. The lives of more than 100 households in the village must be taken into consideration.
"Not only does the bridge need to be repaired, but the embankment near the village must also be strengthened. Cement and steel bars are used to lay them all from the railway bridge to the tile factory."
What Xiao Qian wants to move is obviously a big project.
Old Songtou was speechless.
"This...this will cost a lot of money."
But he didn't know what kind of person he was facing.
"I'll prepare three million, is that enough?"
"Well……"
Old Song felt like he fainted with his head hanging.
Three million, what is that concept?
The people in the entire village are busy working all year long, and their output is probably less than 300,000 yuan.
Three million, I have never heard of it.
At that moment, Lao Songtou had evil thoughts.
Should I tie up the child in front of me?
But looking at the bodyguards scattered around, the old man is finally clear enough.
Then he became excited again and began to make plans in his mind.
How much of the three million will be used for projects, and how much will be left in the end?
If there's anything left...
The public accounts in the village could also look better.
