Chapter 27 The Water Recedes Down the Mountain
"Perhaps, sometimes metaphysics is also a kind of science?"
Although few people have actually fought zombies, some have discovered techniques for fighting zombies and found that only by attacking the zombies' heads and hearts can they cause harm to them.
The most suitable weapons for these farmers in the temple to attack zombies are the shovels and hoes they are used to using.
But there were not many shovels and hoes in the temple, not enough for everyone, so they had to make other weapons.
Fortunately, there was a poplar forest on the mountain. They cut down a few trees, removed the bark, sawed them into planks, spread them out in the temple to be exposed to the sun for a day, and then used a wood saw to cut them into long strips. They then trimmed and polished them into suitable wooden sticks bit by bit.
Although poplar is always said to be of poor quality and soft texture and not considered a good wood, the current situation does not allow them to be picky.
Although the material of the wooden stick is not good, as long as the front is sharpened, it can also have good lethality.
Not to mention that some families brought scissors, kitchen knives and fruit knives with them when evacuating. They were fixed in front of them and their lethality was not much less than that of shovels and hoes.
Although the Jiang family took their farm tools with them when they left and had no shortage of weapons, they also made a lot of wooden sticks.
When it comes to self-defense weapons, you can never have too many.
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Temporary command camp.
In just a few days, a large area of black hair on the square-faced middle-aged man's head had turned white.
On the road outside, vehicles passed by one after another in an orderly manner. Everyone was in a hurry, and occasionally the roar of a helicopter could be heard.
The secretary knocked on the door and came in, placing the investigation information brought back by the rescuers on the table. Seeing the bloodshot eyes of his boss, he couldn't help but persuade him.
"Please take a rest first!"
It has been five days since that meeting, and since that order was issued that day, all departments have taken quick action.
The people in front of him were working day and night. Since arriving at this temporary headquarters built in the Food Industrial Park in J City, they had hardly slept a wink.
But the person being persuaded did not even raise his head, his eyes still focused on the report in front of him.
"I don't need to rest. There are still many things waiting for me to do. The sooner we understand and deploy, the more hope people in crisis will have."
The man rubbed his forehead wearily as he spoke, then signed the report at the end of the materials with a pen. "Let's distribute the supplies to this area according to the application."
"yes."
The secretary took the materials and without delaying for a moment, his figure quickly disappeared at the door.
As soon as he left, another eye-catching figure appeared in the office.
Looking up and glancing at the person who came in, the middle-aged man continued to look at the documents on the desk.
The curly-haired man in the purple shirt didn't care when he ignored him. He sat in the chair opposite the desk and poured himself a cup of tea.
"Lao Li, I heard you haven't left the office for three days?"
The person being questioned flipped through the documents in his hand and said, "If you have something to say, please tell me now. If not, get busy."
"Don't be angry," the curly-haired man said, unconcerned with his bad temper. "Your health is the capital of revolution. How can you work well without getting enough rest? We need to understand sustainable development, right?"
The middle-aged man sitting behind the desk closed the document and looked at the man leaning back in his chair, drinking tea leisurely.
"I think you're just too idle!"
"I'm not idle," the curly-haired man sat up straight in an instant. "I've been busy with the work you assigned to me for so long, and I finally finished it. I came to see you right after I got off the plane. Don't be ungrateful."
The middle-aged man stood up from his seat, but his body shook unconsciously the moment he stood up.
"See, I told you that you should rest."
The curly-haired man pulled the man over and pressed him onto the sofa next to him. "Sometimes you need to rest. You're not as young as me. You should learn to take care of yourself."
The middle-aged man did not respond to his question. Instead, he asked, "Did those people say anything else?"
"Of course not." The curly-haired man poured a fresh cup of tea and pushed it over. "What I told you last time was all I had. Don't you believe in my ability?"
"That's not the case."
The man rubbed his forehead again and said, "I was just wondering if I could dig up something new."
The situation is too serious. If we knew more, perhaps we could be more prepared and make fewer sacrifices.
"Then you'll probably be disappointed." The man smoothed his curly hair. "What I reported last time is 120% of what they know. There's some information they might not even be aware of."
The curly-haired man thought of the report that had tortured him for days and suddenly asked, "But why did you believe that report?"
"If I hadn't come to this conclusion myself, I wouldn't have believed such an outrageous result. Why on earth would you believe it? It's so anti-scientific."
Chen Jing was really curious.
He could understand that Old Man Li would believe it, after all, he was discovered and cultivated by Old Man Li himself. However, even if he was narcissistic, he didn't think he had the charm to make everyone in the top leadership believe it.
The square-faced man was not surprised that he asked this question. As the deputy trained by their department with the greatest potential to succeed him in the future, Chen Jing had the right to know these things.
He took a sip of hot tea slowly. "Perhaps, sometimes metaphysics is also a kind of science?"
"Metaphysics?" Chen Jing frowned, then quickly widened his eyes. "Wait, no way, could it be true what I heard before about the Imperial Master attending a meeting?"
Li Weimin glanced at him and said, "You seem to be well-informed, eh?"
"Isn't that what we do?" the man said with a smug look on his face, his curly hair seemingly standing on end. "Tell me, what's going on? Does our country really have a national teacher? One who can predict the nation's fortune?"
"Strictly speaking, that person can't be considered a national teacher. It's just that everyone is unaware and always calls him that out of habit. And he can't predict the fate of the country! He's not that magical."
Chen Jing: "How magical is that?"
Li Weimin thought for a moment and said, "I don't know if you've noticed, but some people in life are naturally luckier than others."
Chen Jing nodded. "I've discovered it. When I was a kid, my neighbor's fat kid would win three more bottles of drinks in a row, but I never won once. But what does a country's destiny have to do with good or bad luck?"
Li Weimin rubbed his head to ease the occasional pain. "Good luck doesn't just mean winning prizes. It can bring good fortune and avoid misfortune."
"Some people are lucky and leave work three minutes early, making it home safely. Others are unlucky and are three minutes late, getting drenched in the rain."
"Some people are lucky, and the lights are always green at intersections, so there's never any traffic jams. Some people are unlucky, and the lights are always red, so they're always stuck in traffic."
"So sometimes, lucky people make choices that help them subconsciously avoid some risks."
"Oh." Chen Jing understood a little. "So the person you're talking about is the luckiest person in our country? His choices and subconscious thoughts might indicate good or bad luck?"
Li Weimin took another sip of tea. "I don't know if he has the best luck, but he is definitely the luckiest person I know."
Chen Jing leaned back on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Why do I still find this so mysterious? But is there any evidence to prove that he's lucky?"
He was half-believing and half-doubting, always feeling that this matter was less reliable than his own investigation report.
"Of course there were," Li Weimin said. "Ninety years ago, during the magnitude 7 earthquake in western China, that old man was one of the people who survived the epicenter. He woke up in the middle of the night to find his sheep missing, so he called out to his family to go look for them. Within dozens of miles of the epicenter, his family was the only one to escape the disaster."
"And then, eighty years ago during the war, he was delivering a message to the troops. Without knowing the minefield and having no tools, he crossed it alone and escaped unscathed."
"Besides that, he's the guy I was talking about who never has to go out to a red light."
When he heard the second sentence, Chen Jing couldn't help but open his eyes wide, and when he heard the third sentence, he even opened his mouth.
He couldn't help but retort, "When you say 'never encounter a red light', could it be 'green wave'?"
The next second, he successfully got a roll of the eyes from Li Weimin.
"Okay, okay, I know it's true, so he also predicted the end of the world?"
"No, he doesn't have the ability to predict the future." Li Weimin shook his head. "He just said that he's been feeling uneasy lately. He subconsciously keeps thinking about the West, and he has a feeling that if he doesn't go, some disaster will happen."
"The West... indeed, compared to the densely populated central and eastern regions, it's a better place to escape the apocalypse..."
"Alright." Li Weimin felt more energetic after finishing a cup of tea and stood up again. "Since you're here, don't just sit around. There's still a lot to do. I'll have Xiao Zhang report to you on the urgent rescue needs in various regions. I'll leave the rescue work to you."
The man who always liked to smile and laugh suddenly became serious: "Yes."
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In a blink of an eye, another two days passed and it was June 6th.
In the morning, everyone went down the mountain to check the water level as usual.
They found that the water level seemed to have dropped a lot overnight, and the bridge deck could be vaguely seen through the turbid river water.
On the way back to the temple, everyone was very excited.
"Great, we can go down the mountain soon."
"If the bridge deck is visible, then the water in our village should have receded, right?"
"But why is the water level so low today? Is there a flood discharge from downstream?"
"Who knows? Don't think too much. If the water level can be lower tomorrow, we can go down the mountain."
"There's no signal right now, and I don't know what's going on in the city."
"It will be fine. When we can get down the mountain tomorrow, we will go to the city together and bring the children back."
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The next day, the water level did drop as they expected. By noon, the bridge deck was completely exposed, and the flooded village was also completely revealed.
Everyone in the temple packed up their things quickly and had their last lunch in the temple. Jiang Hongbing also had the remaining supplies distributed according to the number of people.
In the afternoon, cars from each village drove down the mountain in batches.
【Author’s words】
Oh, this period was really torturous. It hurt so much yesterday. I don’t know why it has always hurt so much since June. Could it be that I caught a cold because I kept the air conditioner on?
There should be updates tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, but the time is uncertain, probably in the evening.
Thank you all for your support. I will work hard and hope that the number of collections will exceed 120 by the end of this week.
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