Rebirth of the Rising Sun

Xiao Guofeng, who didn't know how to open his mouth, smiled as soon as he heard what Mr. Miao said. "Yes, great grandfather, I do have something to tell you, but I don't know whether I should say it or not."

"You little fox, you are playing tricks on your great grandfather. Just tell me, whatever it is, I will do my best as long as I can help you." Old Miao was in a good mood, and he loved his great-grandson very much, so naturally he would try his best to meet any smaller requests.

In fact, ever since Xiao Guofeng brought the soup to him, Old Miao knew that something must have happened to this little guy, but he just wanted to see how long he could endure it. Later, seeing the other party's painful expression, he was the first one who couldn't help but asked in advance.

"Grandpa, it's like this. All the classmates in my class heard that there was an earthquake in Xichuan City, the capital province of our country. We all want to go there to help people and do volunteer work." After seeing Old Miao nod, Xiao Guofeng no longer hesitated and expressed his idea.

"What? You said you were going to Xichuan to be a volunteer?" When Mr. Miao heard his great-grandson say this, he was obviously shocked.

"No, not just me, but also me and my classmates." Xiao Guofeng emphasized the other classmates. What he was afraid of was that Mr. Miao would not allow him to go alone.

Listening to Xiao Guofeng's emphasis, Miao Lao's eyes showed a hint of approval. This kid knew how to use a big banner to cover his tiger skin. He was afraid that he would be stopped if he went alone, so he dragged his classmates along. This was more or less a strategy. But although Miao Lao admired Xiao Guofeng's spirit, he could not agree with this request.

"Feng'er, I, your great-grandfather, cannot agree to this request." Old Miao smiled and shook his head.

At first, looking at the expression of Miao Lao, he didn't seem to be angry, but seemed very happy. Xiao Guofeng thought that he agreed. But now he saw that he still didn't agree. He couldn't help but said a little discouraged, "Why, great grandfather."

"The reason is very simple. Xichuan's affairs will naturally be handled by the country, the government and the corresponding departments. You are just a student now. What you need to do is to study hard and master more knowledge. That's your job." Mr. Miao explained patiently.

"But, Grandpa, I really want to go. I know my godfather is there, and I miss him too." Xiao Guofeng rolled his eyes and found another excuse.

Elder Miao laughed. His great-grandson had many clever ideas, but he was still very immature in front of the experienced old man. "Well, Feng'er, your idea is good and full of love, which is worthy of praise, but you also know that your current task is to study hard. As long as you have more knowledge and more skills, you can do more things that benefit the people and the country when you grow up. Isn't that better? Besides, you are still very weak now. Even if you want to hone yourself, you shouldn't go to that kind of place. It's too dangerous. Do you understand?"

Miao Lao's explanation made Xiao Guofeng nod his head, "Well, Great Grandfather, I understand, but my godfather and my mother went there, aren't they afraid of danger?"

"Afraid, who doesn't fear danger?" As he said this, the smile on Miao Lao's face gradually disappeared. Then he said solemnly, "But these are their responsibilities, and they must face them. Feng'er, you will know these things when you grow up. If one day you also have to face a responsibility that belongs to you, then no matter how terrible or dangerous it is, you must do it. This is your mission. Do you understand?"

"Yes, great grandfather, Feng'er has made note of it." Miao Guofeng nodded very solemnly. Obviously, at this moment he had learned something else, that is, responsibility.

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On May 13th, the sun finally rose slowly from the horizon, heralding the arrival of a new day.

Early in the morning, around five o'clock, the sky was already bright, and in the capital's provincial party committee building, Duan Jianghe had already arrived early to listen to reports on the latest situation in the earthquake-stricken area.

"Z, we still can't get in touch with the earthquake-stricken area." Comrade Zheng Zhi said with his head down. Obviously, although this result had been expected long ago, it was still a bit uncomfortable to hear it from his mouth.

Fifteen hours have passed since the earthquake, but there is still no news from the earthquake zone. This makes everyone a little anxious. What is the situation there? Is there chaos? Are there large-scale casualties? The people there stayed there all night. Do they have basic food and water supply? Are the cadres there still working hard in their positions?

Zheng Zhi had no idea about these things and situations, so he felt a little distressed when he gave this answer.

Zheng Zhi has been thinking that if he had gone directly to Xichuan City instead of the provincial party committee meeting after arriving in Ducheng Province, he might be at the epicenter now, and he could organize forces to fight against the disaster and save himself. But how could there be so many ifs in the world? Now he is in the Ducheng Provincial Party Committee building in good condition.

"Yes." Duan Jianghe did not make any comments on Zheng Zhi's report, because he had already thought about these questions and knew the answers. He turned his eyes to He Shengli, the commander of the Central Plains Military Region who was attending the meeting, and said, "Comrade Shengli, how is the road to the disaster area?"

"Commander, the situation is not very good. After a night of hard work, we have only opened up four kilometers of road. There are still 20 kilometers to go before we can enter Wanxian County." He Shengli said with bloodshot eyes. He basically did not rest that night. He was completely focused on the front line of opening up the road. Thanks to him being there all the time and the commander encouraging the soldiers, only four kilometers of road were opened.

To be honest, the roads were severely damaged by the earthquake. Roadblocks were still okay, as they could be cleared with large machinery and then driven in. However, some roads had large cracks due to the earthquake, which was indeed a troublesome problem and not easy to solve. A lot of things had to be piled in to solve the problem.

"Four kilometers?" Duan Jianghe was obviously not satisfied with the answer. In his opinion, they should advance at least seven or eight kilometers in one night. If they keep this pace, it will take two or three days to reach Wanxian after the road is fully opened. Can the people in the earthquake-stricken area survive? The key is whether the large number of casualties caused by the earthquake can survive.

Besides, this is only the time it takes to reach Wanxian, and the distance from Wanxian to Xichuan is dozens of kilometers. How long will it take to get to Xichuan? This time is obviously not something he can accept.

"Comrade Shengli, this progress is too slow. Do you have any other good ideas?" Duan Jianghe asked without hiding his dissatisfaction with the matter.

"Commander, I have sent two more Marine divisions from the Central Plains Military Region. I believe they will arrive in the morning. They will enter the earthquake-stricken area on foot, and then work together with the people in the disaster area to do more work." He Shengli answered aloud, and while saying this, his face was filled with a certain confidence. It can be seen that he still has some confidence in his soldiers.

"Well, this is a good idea, and this is how we should do it. How about it, are there any difficulties? Do you need me to communicate?" After hearing this answer, Duan Jianghe's face showed a hint of satisfaction. In the case of blocked roads, directly sending troops on foot into the disaster area is also the only way. Although the cost of doing so is a bit high, there seems to be no better way now.

"No problem, the military has given me great authority." He Shengli replied. Since the earthquake, the military has also held an emergency meeting, during which it was decided to give Comrade He Shengli, the commander of the Central Plains Military Region, greater authority so that more troops can be mobilized.

After receiving the order from the military commander, He Shengli immediately ordered his two divisions to quickly assemble in the capital province. In fact, there were two divisions with more than 20,000 people, and it would take time to assemble these people, so they could all arrive in the capital province in the morning.

"Very good. In this case, please trouble Comrade Shengli to arrange a plane immediately. I will go to the center of the earthquake zone in person to take a look. In addition, I will trouble Comrade Zheng Zhi, Comrade Shengli and the comrades of the Ducheng Provincial Party Committee to take care of the family matters." Duan Jianghe still wanted to go to the earthquake zone in person to take a look. Even if he could only take a look from the air, he would have a better idea in his mind.

"Yes, the plane has been arranged long ago and can take off at any time." He Shengli answered firmly. He had already made arrangements for the leader to go to the earthquake-stricken area. He arranged for the Central Plains Military Region's aviation unit to rush to the capital province. The plane is very fast and arrived last night. The weather today is also pretty good and suitable for flying.

Duan Jianghe finally smiled with satisfaction when he heard that the plane had been ready for a long time, and then he walked out of the meeting room with a few people. One of them was Comrade Zu Youjing, member of the Central Political and Legal Affairs Bureau and Minister of Propaganda. His son is now the mayor of Xichuan, so it is normal for him to be a little worried, so the Central Government took this into consideration and arranged for him to take the plane to take a look. In addition, since he was engaged in publicity work, he could also take a few comrades in charge of filming to shoot some things in the epicenter from high altitude, which could be better transmitted back to more people to let everyone understand what happened there.