It is midsummer, and in two days it will be a severe summer heat. It is the hottest season in Linhe Province in northern China.
Zhaozhuang is a large and a half village within the jurisdiction of Jiahe City, Linhe Province. There are more than 2,000 people in the village, most of whom make a living by farming. This hot season is the time to weed sweet potatoes, corn, and peanuts.
The east had just turned red and when the villagers of Zhaozhuang got up, Zhao Changqiang had already returned from training on Qingyun Mountain in the west of the village.
He was covered in sweat, with a towel on his shoulders. He weighed 150 kilograms and was 1.8 meters tall, which made him look a little thin, but the muscle lines all over his body were very clear, and his six-pack abs looked like six-packs.
With a square printed on his lower abdomen, the young man looks full of energy and vitality.
Zhao Changqiang fetched a bucket of water from the well in the courtyard, washed his face, and then made some food to eat. Then he left the house carrying his head, hoe, and shovel, and walked towards his farmland.
The grass in the peanut field has been pulled out, and today he is going to hoe the sweet potatoes.
Zhao Changqiang's sweet potato field is far away from home, about ten miles away. There is a highway on the land, and the roadbed is five or six meters higher than Zhao Changqiang's sweet potato field.
According to the regulations of the local road administration department, no crops can be planted within 50 meters on both sides of the highway, which belongs to the forest and green belt. However, this section of the road is relatively remote, and the folks in Zhaozhuang did not take this rule seriously. Plants are planted everywhere on both sides of the road.
Full of green sweet potatoes.
The managers of the Highway Bureau also came to check several times and even confiscated some farm tools of the villagers. However, they kept prohibiting them and later became too lazy to take care of them.
Far away from his farmland, Zhao Changqiang saw a dark thing lying in his field, motionless, like a coffin.
"Fuck! What bastard dug my ancestors out of the ground and put them in my land? ***." Zhao Changqiang cursed secretly, then walked faster into the ground.
When he got closer, he realized that the dark thing was not a coffin, but a black sports car! The four wheels were upturned, like a living bastard on his back, and the surrounding area was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline.
High up, a large piece of the iron guardrail of the highway was smashed, which was shocking to see.
"No, there was a car accident!" Zhao Changqiang immediately realized what happened.
He ran to the sports car in a few steps, bent down on the ground and looked inside the car. He saw two young people in the car, a man and a woman. The woman's face was covered with blood. It seemed that her head was injured and she was leaning on one side.
There was still a mobile phone in her hand. I thought that after the car accident, the woman had woken up and made a call for help. One of the man's legs was stuck between the console and the seat.
The airbags had been deployed and both of them were wearing seat belts. Effective protective measures prevented the two from being killed on the spot.
Zhao Changqiang roughly understood what happened in the car accident. For unknown reasons, the car traveling at high speed hit the guardrail and rolled down the highway, leaving it like this.
Zhao Changqiang is a person who has seen the world and knows that this is a Lamborghini convertible sports car with a market price of no less than five million. People who can own such a car are definitely not ordinary people.
"Damn, he's still a young man. He must be too busy racing." Zhao Changqiang muttered with a frown, and then began to think of ways to save people.
He soon discovered that the double doors opened from the top, and now the four wheels of the car were pointing upward. The door was stuck in the sweet potato field and could not be opened at all. In order to drag the two people out of the car, the bottom of the car must be lifted off the ground for a certain amount of time.
The gap will do.
The sports car chassis is counterweighted. If you want the car to leave the ground with a certain gap, it is obviously useless to rely on manpower alone. You must have a hydraulic roof. But where can Zhao Changqiang find a hydraulic roof in this wilderness?
Zhao Changqiang frowned and looked around. When he saw a row of poplar trees on the ground, his eyes suddenly lit up. He touched the head of the old man who was still on the ground and ran over. He found a poplar with a thick mouth.
tree, then raised his old head and dug toward the roots of the poplar tree.
"焄, 焄." Zhao Changqiang waved the old gun with all his strength, and he knocked down the poplar tree as thick as a bowl in just five or six blows! Then he gestured on the trunk again, and used his head to knock down the crown of the tree.
He cut it off. He took the trunk in the middle and shoveled away the branches and leaves with a shovel. A poplar pole over three meters long appeared in his hand.
Zhao Changqiang found three more rocks over fifty centimeters high from the ground, placed two next to the car, and placed the other three meters away from the front of the car.
Zhao Changqiang looked at the car, found the angle, first used a stone as a fulcrum, stretched one end of the poplar pole under the car, then came to the other end, shouted secretly, and suddenly exerted force, and the front of the car was suddenly pried off by him
After touching the ground, he quickly pressed the stone he had prepared on this end of the pole to replace himself. He quickly rushed to the car and stuffed the last stone under the car.
The car was pried off the ground, and the rest of the rescue work was easy to handle. Zhao Changqiang first dragged the woman out, then dragged the man out of the seat with one hand, and grabbed the seat with the other hand and gave a sudden force.
, he tore the entire seat out of the car and threw it outside the car.
The man's stuck leg was immediately released, and Zhao Changqiang carefully took him out of the car and placed him on the sweet potato seedlings.
During the entire rescue process of Zhao Changqiang, cars kept coming and going on the highway, but no one stopped to help Zhao Changqiang. Maybe the highway was too high and they couldn't see the scene below the highway. Maybe they had already
I saw it but ignored it.
Zhao Changqiang took two poplar sticks, pulled out a sweet potato seedling, and carefully fixed the man's broken calf. Then he took the cell phone from the woman's hand, looked through the call records, and found that she had recently dialed
The call was placed thirty minutes ago, and there are still a long list of missed calls.
He then dialed the number and the call was quickly connected.
"Xiao Min! Where are you? We can't find you! Tell me your exact location, your specific location!" As soon as the call was connected, anxious shouts came from inside.
Apparently, the woman had made a call for help before, but she fell unconscious again before she could reveal her specific location, so the people who came to rescue them were unable to find them quickly.
Zhao Changqiang casually told his specific location.
When the other party heard that the caller was not who he imagined, he immediately changed his tone and asked seriously: "Who are you? How are Xiao Min and Xiao Qiang doing now?"
The voice was a bit cold, which made Zhao Changqiang feel uncomfortable.
"I am a farmer nearby. I have rescued them from the car. The condition of the two of them is not too bad, but they are both unconscious. You hurry up, otherwise they will be out of luck. I still
I have something to do and I have to hurry up." After Zhao Changqiang said that, he hung up the phone.
As soon as he hung up the phone, the phone rang again. Zhao Changqiang ignored it, put the phone next to the woman, and then began to treat the wound on the woman's head. A three-centimeter long gash was cut on the side of the woman's forehead.
, injured the veins, blood flowed out, and dyed the whole face red. There were also many bruises on the head, which seemed to have been caused when the car rolled down the rocky slope.
Zhao Changqiang took off his smelly undershirt, wiped the blood on the woman's face randomly a few times, then wrapped the undershirt directly on the wound, and briefly bandaged the wound, and the bleeding finally stopped.
On the highway, in the fast-moving Audi A6, an old man with some gray hair threw his mobile phone aside and almost roared: "Who is this guy! He actually dared to hang up on me! He also said he was in a hurry!
If there is anything wrong between Xiaoqiang and Xiaomin, I will shoot him!"
"Chief, please calm down. Later, I will go over and arrest this ignorant boy!" A young man next to him said to the old man in military uniform.
The old man rubbed his temples vigorously, and his anger dissipated a little, and then he said: "Xiao Zhao, don't be reckless, maybe he saved Xiao Min and Xiao Qiang. I was too anxious just now and spoke a little hastily, I can't blame him. Xiao Wang, start
Hurry, Xiao Zhao, call the local hospital and ask them to go there quickly. I hope Xiao Min and Xiao Qiang can survive until we arrive."
"Yes! Chief!" Xiao Zhao quickly started to call, and Xiao Li also accelerated the speed of the car again. The car almost flew up on the highway, and a huge RV behind the car also accelerated.
Zhao Changqiang wanted to find some water to moisten their lips, but there hadn't been a few drops of rain all summer this year. He walked around the field but couldn't find a drop of water, so he had to come back and wait anxiously for the rescuers to arrive.
Nearly twenty minutes later, the sirens of ambulances and police cars came from far away on the highway.
Zhao Changqiang was surprised to find that if the ambulance didn't come, there would be five of them! Before the car stopped at the emergency stop, the medical staff in the car ran out of the car, holding various instruments in their arms.
, ventilator, sphygmomanometer, electrocardiogram monitor, regardless of the steep and slippery slope, he stumbled into Zhao Changqiang's sweet potato field and trampled his sweet potatoes into pieces. The mess made Zhao Changqiang's heart pound.
Turning over: "I'm sorry! Why are there so many people here to save two people? What are the backgrounds of these two boys? My sweet potatoes! They have just grown!"
But after all, they were here to save lives, and Zhao Changqiang had nothing to say.
A large group of traffic police also came and set up a cordon on the highway, taking measurements and taking photos, and were busy nervously. A few police officers also ran into the sweet potato field to see the two injured people.
I looked for a long gun and did a rough count, and found that twenty-three people got out of the car! There were doctors, nurses, and some who looked like hospital leaders, nervously directing from the side. Everyone formed a circle around the two wounded people.
Everyone gathered around the man and the woman, and no one paid any attention to him, a little farmer with a bare back and a smelly sweat. Not even the police came to take a statement from him.
Zhao Changqiang, who was left out in the cold, stood on the periphery of the crowd with some boredom, watching those people stepping on his sweet potatoes, wondering whether he should ask these people for some loss money later, after all, with two wounded people as the main
In the center, the sweet potatoes within a radius of ten meters are completely ruined.
At this moment, Zhao Changqiang suddenly heard a doctor yelling from the crowd: "Asshole, whose head is broken! You use such a dirty sweatshirt to bandage the wound of the wounded? It's worse than a fucking mop.