At first, Ding Changlin was very anxious, but then he thought, wouldn't it be better this way? The ground was full of water, and who could tell that he had gone in? Then he thought of the book he had just taken out, and at first he was really
I didn't want to keep it myself, but now I thought of taking it myself.
So, Ding Changlin called the bureau office, but no one answered, so he called Director Zhao on his mobile phone, but he finally got through.
"Director Zhao, I am Ding Changlin. Feng Dao's tomb has collapsed and water is seeping underground. What should I do?"
"What? There's water leakage. Why should I report it? When did it happen?" Director Zhao hadn't gotten up yet. Hearing this, he sat up suddenly. He got up a little violently. He went too far with his wife last night, and his brain was starved of oxygen.
He almost fell down, his head was buzzing, and Ding Changlin didn't hear anything he said next.
Ding Changlin fed him a few times and then hung up. When he got home, he wrapped the book in a piece of his own clothes, put it under his arm and went to Secretary Feng's house.
But luckily, Misidi is the only one cooking at Secretary Feng's house.
"Where are the family members?" Ding Changlin asked.
"It rained at night and the fields were flooded, so everyone went to the fields." Misidi glanced at Ding Changlin, thinking about what happened that night, she was too shy to look up at him.
Ding Changlin wanted to lift his legs and leave, but he thought of the book under his arm, so he said, "Xiaomi, I have something to ask you. Can you put something away for me?"
When Misidi heard this, she raised her head and asked, "What are you putting there?"
Ding Changlin took out the book from his armpit and said: "The house on the mountain is leaking. As for me, I am a book addict. There is no place to put this book. It is wet everywhere. Let me borrow a bucket.
Go back and pour water out. There is no place to put this book. How about you keep it for me?"
Misidi hesitated for a moment, then walked over and took the book from Ding Changlin's hand, read it, and then took it into the wing, her bedroom.
Ding Changlin wanted to leave immediately, but after looking into the side room, he followed him in.
"Ah, you..." Misidi put down the book and turned around to see Ding Changlin following her in.
"I want to tell you that this book is very important to me. You must not tell anyone that I asked you to keep the book. Otherwise, I may not be able to help your man find a job. Please give it to me.
Keep it well and don’t let anyone know about it, including your family. Maybe I can ask someone to help your sister find a job by then.” Ding Changlin was anxious to return to Feng Dao’s tomb, so he gave the promise regardless of whether it could be fulfilled or not.
Promised once.
"I know, don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Misidi nodded in agreement.
Ding Changlin smiled, turned around and went out, picked up a pair of buckets in the yard, took the ladle from the water tank in the yard, and returned to Feng Dao's tomb as quickly as possible.
No matter when people from the bureau came, Ding Changlin would never drain the water in the tomb passage so quickly. Ding Changlin worked for a while and rested for a while until Director Zhao led several people from the bureau to Feng Dao's tomb. Ding Changlin also
It was just two buckets of water drained out, but he himself was covered in mud and water, as if he had experienced such intense physical labor.
Director Zhao ignored him and went straight down the tomb passage. He wanted to see how the water was seeping, but he didn't expect to go down to take a look and immediately ran up.
"Ding Changlin, what's going on down there? Why is there a hole in there?"
"How did I know there was a hole? I woke up in the morning and went down to see it. I went to the village to borrow a bucket to drain the water. What happened?"
"Why didn't you report the hole caused by the landslide?" Director Zhao asked.
"I reported it, but you didn't reply. After I reported it, no one said a word from you. I thought you knew it, so you came to drain the water." Ding Changlin said lazily while lying on the ground.
"Why didn't you go in and take a look?" Director Zhao asked, staring into Ding Changlin's eyes.
What he was most concerned about was not whether Feng Dao's tomb collapsed, but whether Ding Changlin had gone into the place that looked very much like a tomb chamber and whether he had taken anything out of it.
"Go in? What am I going in for? What if it collapses and smashes the inside? Can your cultural relics bureau declare me a martyr?" Ding Changlin said angrily.
"Okay, okay, as long as we don't go in, that's fine." Director Zhao said, picked up his cell phone and ran outside to report.
Now that there were people from the bureau, Ding Changlin rested completely. These people didn't want to see him anyway, so he went out and sat under the big tree outside to cool down. After a while, he saw a person coming up from the field.
I saw it was Secretary Feng.
"Old Feng, come and sit down." Ding Changlin took out a cigarette and handed it to him.
"What's the matter? I heard there's water in the tomb. I have to go take a look..."
"You'd better not go. The leaders of the bureau are doing the work. If you go, you're destined to work. If you don't feel tired, just go," Ding Changlin said.
"I said you're hiding here, isn't it serious?"
"It's okay, it's not serious. By the way, I took two buckets from your house and will send them to you after using them," Ding Changlin said.
"Well, alas..."
"What's wrong?" Ding Changlin asked.
"What's going on? What's going on? Look at the terraced fields below. There was a heavy rain last night and a lot of dams were washed away. The water above was full and the ones below were overflowing. The rice was washed out in a mess. This season's harvest is considered a mess.
It’s over, let’s wait a few days to plant late rice and see if we can get a little harvest,” Secretary Feng said helplessly.
"Yes, in the final analysis, we still have to rely on heaven to make a living." Ding Changlin took over and said.
Ding Changlin and Secretary Feng were chatting here. Misidi at home was like beating a drum. After dinner, she went to her room several times to look around, fearing that the task given to her by Ding Changlin would not be completed. Mainly because she was afraid that she would not be able to complete the task.
This book was seen by my man, and I always felt that I couldn't hide it well.
In addition, Ding Changlin promised to find a job for her sister. The women in the village were real. She believed Ding Changlin when he said it. In a sense, the book in the house might be related to her sister and her man.
The work is connected, so it must be protected.
I felt that the book was not safe at my mother-in-law's house, so after finishing my morning meal, I told my mother-in-law that I wanted to go back to my mother-in-law's house for a visit, so I carried the book in my bag from Changle Village to her mother's home, Mijiazhai.
As soon as Cui Jinshan heard that a new tomb had collapsed in the landslide, he immediately reported it to his superiors and organized experts to excavate it. He originally wanted the leader to come back later, but he didn't expect that the leader still attached great importance to the matter and firmly refused to change the itinerary and wanted to continue.
Visit Feng Dao’s tomb.
It just rained last night, and the hardened road only goes as far as Changle Town. The road to Feng Dao's Tomb is all dirt. The leader's car got stuck halfway, so they had to walk. One or two kilometers didn't seem very far, but it was very strenuous to walk.
, especially when walking in the mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow, but halfway through, the leader couldn't say anything back, and his face became increasingly ugly.
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