With the sound of rushing water, Ruan Xianxian, who was soaking in the bathtub, bought a bottle of red wine from the system.

A light rain began to fall from the sky at some point, and the rain gradually intensified, threatening to pour down.

Joyful sounds could be heard coming from the front yard even from the backyard, because there was no need to work when it rained.

She looked out at the drizzling rain and gently tapped on the windowpane, but her heart felt heavy. On such a rainy day, she hoped that the soldiers fighting the flood on the front line would be safe!

Perhaps it was the rain that helped her sleep, or perhaps it was the red wine that had an effect, but she slept very well that night.

the next day.

Ruan Xianxian was awakened by the sound of the torrential rain. Sure enough, the rain intensified, and most of the crops that had just been planted in the fields could not be saved.

Seeing the rain was pouring down, she fed the geese some goose feed, put on a raincoat and straw hat, and went out. It was raining heavily, and sure enough, the jeep parked next door was not there.

She returned to the courtyard and knocked on Mu Xia's door. "Get ready. We'll be urgently reassigned to the riverbank no later than tomorrow."

Tomorrow, I really overestimated it. By evening, the rain had lessened considerably, down to a light to moderate level. The loudspeaker announced that the brigade leader was instructing each household to send one able-bodied man to accompany the troops to manage the riverbank.

In an instant, the entire Pingtou Village was thrown into chaos!

"Why are you building a river dam in this heavy rain? Aren't you trying to kill us? Where are the soldiers? Shouldn't they be on the front lines of danger? Why are you sending us civilians to our deaths?"

"Honey! Your leg is injured, don't go, I'll go. If, I mean if I don't come back, then wait until Xiaogang is a little older and goes to school before you remarry."

The weeping of the elderly, children, and women blended together.

Wearing a raincoat, the brigade leader stood in the rain with a solemn expression. He didn't want the villagers to take risks, but if neither of them repaired the river embankment, the farmland and the village would soon be submerged.

"Hurry up, those of you in the back, keep up with the group and don't fall behind. What kind of time is this to be fighting?"

The educated youth walked in the middle of the group, and at this time, no villagers ostracized them anymore; in fact, they even subtly protected them.

No matter how many conflicts they have in ordinary times, when faced with life and death, they are just a group of 17 or 18-year-old children who have left their hometowns!

Ruan Xianxian pushed a cart with three people's luggage on it, and a large black goose leisurely preening its feathers on top, its feathers almost blending into the night.

The road was difficult to walk on because of the rain, so Mu Xia pulled the cart in front, and when someone got tired, the next person would take over.

"Hey kid, don't you know how much you weigh? Get down and walk."

The goose was driven off the cart, and the Pingtou Brigade gathered with several nearby villages in the commune.

The brigade leader from the neighboring village of Sandaogouzi gave Xiang Hongjun a forced smile as soon as he saw him. "Oh! Only this many people? Half of our village came!"

As expected, Captain Xiang was the most proactive in responding to the organization's call.

That's a really sarcastic way of saying things.

The higher authorities required each household to send at least one person, and more would be even better. So the head of the Sandaogouzi brigade brought out nearly half of the villagers.

Xiang Hongjun, a retired soldier from the front lines, was never one to be easy-going or bullied. He glanced at him and sneered.

"You brought a 60-year-old and a 15-and-a-half-year-old? Are you trying to lighten the burden on the village? And then try to elicit sympathy from the county?"

With his secret thoughts exposed, Li Gang, the captain of the Sandaogouzi brigade, gritted his teeth and his face instantly darkened.

His heavy gaze swept over every haggard face in the crew of the crew-cut brigade. "Old Xiang! After all these years, you still can't control your mouth that loves to spout nonsense."

Ha! The county will hold a big meeting after the flood; just don't be embarrassed by being singled out for double-dealing!

“Let’s go. Disaster relief and rescue is such an honorable thing, but you’ve turned it into a tool for you to argue with the Red Army about gains and losses. Stay away from people like this; their thinking is incorrect.”

Li Gang led Sandaogouzi to the front of the line.

Xiang Hongjun looked at the strong laborers he had brought out and felt no guilt. When it comes to saving lives, it's not just about having a lot of people.

Led by a soldier, the main force silently marched twenty miles in the rain and finally arrived at the riverbank late at night.

Ruan Xianxian had been here several days ago. He spotted the Red Army and rushed over, directly occupying a high ground. During the operation, he knocked down three battalion commanders who came up to try and seize the territory.

"Meet up here at Pingtou Village."

The soldier gave everyone fifteen minutes to rest, left to give instructions, and then his figure disappeared into the rain with a few long strides.

After packing and traveling for most of the day, many people were so tired that they collapsed on the ground, trying to conserve their energy in the last moments.

The three of them quickly divided up the tasks.

Mu Xia and Ruan Xianxian took out some homespun cloth to set up the tent. Ruan Xianxian carried an axe and quickly entered the woods. She raised the axe and chopped down a dead tree about the size of a bowl, carrying it back to the camp.

Using the dead tree as a support, a triangular tent was erected, the cart was pushed inside, and everyone quickly took off their straw hats, changed into their gear, and checked each other.

"Have you brought your weapons with you?"

"All packed!"

Thick, long hemp ropes were tied around the waists of the three people so that if one of them slipped or something, the other two could provide immediate support via the ropes.

Of course, it could also be the story of the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather.

Mu Xia, at the team leader's head, turned around and earnestly instructed the two, "The only real frontline workers are soldiers; our job will most likely be moving stones and sand."

It's not very dangerous. I have experience; everyone will follow my instructions.

The two girls nodded obediently, both feeling that Mu Xia, who had shed her nonchalant attitude and had sharp eyes, was incredibly cool at this moment!

Once outside the tent, the three looked back and said, "Let's leave it like this for now. We'll need to reinforce it when we come back tomorrow morning."

They carried their own shoulder poles and lined up the baskets in a row.

Once everything was ready, 15 minutes was just right, but most people were still sitting there massaging their legs and backs.

She spotted Shen Meihua tightly holding her husband's hand in the crowd, raised her small arm and waved in that direction, receiving a response before turning her gaze away.

The assembly whistle blew, and a shirtless man whose age was hard to discern began to direct the work.

As Mu Xia had predicted, the three of them were indeed assigned to carrying soil in bags, their feet treading on the gravelly riverbank, their hands holding hemp ropes, as they carried basket after basket of soil up the dam.

The river flowed swiftly beneath our feet, and crowds thronged the dam.

Ruan Xianxian lost count of how many times she had fallen. Her shoulders were chafed and swollen from the carrying pole, her limbs felt like they didn't belong to her, and her vision was blurry.

As the dark clouds dispersed and the sky began to lighten, the bugle call of victory sounded from afar.

The hole was broken, repaired, then burst open again and repaired again, until finally it was plugged.

In her blurred vision, after the victory horn sounded, countless heads the size of ants fell to the ground, along with the exhausted Ruan Xianxian.

She seemed to be the most normal of the three. Having lived in the Ruan family for many years, she inevitably suffered some hidden injuries to her body and mind. Although she had been treated with a primary spiritual spring, it was still too early to recover.

Just as Ruan Xianxian thought she couldn't hold on any longer, her consciousness began to wane, when a small, cold hand covered her forehead, and an anxious voice came from both near and far.

"Muxia, Muxia! Xianxian has a high fever, her forehead is so hot!"