Personal security

Chapter 95: Someone fell into the water

What Zhao Jianhui was looking at was the township where the wasteland was located on the side he passed through when coming from Nangang City to Shangjiang County, but when he came he was on the provincial road from south to north. This time it was a mountain road going from north to south. If both vehicles were not Mitsubishi vehicles with excellent off-road performance, Zhao Jianhui would not have been able to reach Jinpingzhai at all.

Zhao Jianhui had an idea in his mind since he saw last time that he could straighten the Nangang Road Shangjiang road directly through the deserted beach. This not only saved mileage, but also built a flat road to facilitate the passage of large vehicles. . However, if we want to connect the road to the outside world, the place where the martyrs are buried must be relocated.

It is said that most of those martyrs were from the village at the foot of the mountain. Although he knew that mobilizing the village to relocate was an impossible task, Zhao Jianhui was still unwilling not to go there.

However, Zhao Jianhui did not expect that this village was actually Jinping Village where Man Xin's family was located.

As he was thinking about it and walking forward, a girl's exclamation suddenly came from the distance. Zhao Jianhui looked forward and saw a girl's figure floating down from the stone bridge not far ahead.

Zhao Jianhui shouted: "No, someone fell into the water!" He yelled and ran. Behind him, Lin Yan also strode up to follow.

Zhao Jianhui took off his coat and shoes while running and plunged into the water. The drowning girl struggled in the water and clawed desperately, almost dragging him to the bottom.

When rescuing a person who falls into the water, be sure not to let him catch you. Because in times of crisis, people's desire to survive is very strong. Let alone a person, even if a piece of grass floats in front of his face, he will hold on to it. If this is the case, you will not only prevent people from coming, but you will also drag down the rescuer.

Zhao Jianhui had learned first aid in water. After seeing the situation clearly, it would be difficult for the girl who fell into the water to catch him. Zhao Jianhui grabbed the girl's hair floating in the water. The girl's hands were wrapped around her back as if to hold Zhao Jianhui's hand. Zhao Jianhui pushed down hard and pressed her head to let her drink until she was full. Drag her ashore.

Although Shangjiang County is spring-like all year round like Nangang City, it is a mountainous area after all. In addition, it is already November. Even wearing skirts and sandals on the shore does not feel cold, but the temperature of the river water has begun to change. Very low. Zhao Jianhui, who was soaked all over, didn't feel anything yet while he was busy rescuing people in the water, but as soon as he came ashore, he felt chills. Lin Yan quickly put his coat on him.

Zhao Jianhui pointed at the girl lying on the ground and said: "Leave me alone, look at her first."

This is a young girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, lying flat on the bank of the river, with wet black hair covering her face. The strong peaks of her slender body are tightly wrapped in a soaked white shirt, and the skirt of her lower body is washed away by the current. Walking away, wearing only a pair of white cotton briefs, with a wisp of green waterweed wrapped between her legs.

Lin Yan gently lifted her hair, revealing the girl's fair face. Zhao Jianhui also stretched out his head to take a look. The girl's eyebrows were obediently lying on her closed eyes, and her long eyelashes were dotted with dots. The water droplets trembled slightly, and the skin on his face was as white and smooth as jade without any flaws, but the lips that should have been bright red had now turned pale, which made people feel pity for them.

"Director Xu, go to the village and call someone. Lin Yan, give her artificial respiration." Zhao Jianhui put on his clothes while directing Xu Jinhong and Lin Yan to rescue people.

"Secretary Zhao, I...I don't know how..." Lin Yan looked at the girl's pale face and was stunned for a moment before looking up at Zhao Jianhui and said embarrassedly.

Zhao Jianhui snorted heavily: "What do you think you are doing? We are saving people now. If not, please leave me."

As he spoke, he first turned the girl over on his knees to control the water, then laid the girl down on her back, pinched her small nose with his hands, opened her mouth and started artificial respiration. I guess it was because I poured too much water into her. It took a long time for the girl to have any reaction. Zhao Jianhui continued to perform artificial respiration while squeezing her heart with his elbow on her chest. Through the girl's thin clothes that were wet with water, he could clearly feel her firm and towering body under his squeeze. After rebounding, there was not a trace of evil thoughts in my heart.

The girl under him began to breathe easier, and Zhao Jianhui said: "Okay, Lin Yan, come and hold her to keep him warm..." At this moment, there was a sound of rushing footsteps behind him, Zhao Jianhui He had just taken off the clothes he had just put on to cover the girl, and was about to stand up when he was suddenly kicked on the butt by a flying kick. With a cry, he jumped forward and pressed on the girl again.

Lin Yan's voice came over next: "What are you doing?"

"Kill him, this stinky scoundrel!" A strong boy of seventeen or eighteen years old said viciously and kicked Zhao Jianhui on the butt again. Zhao Jianhui resisted his attack and shouted: "What are you doing? I was saving people just now, don't make trouble unreasonably."

However, the young man continued to hit him relentlessly. Zhao Jianhui became angry. He grabbed the wrist that was hit, turned around and threw him to the ground. He locked his throat with his hands and pressed his knees on his back. He couldn't resist at all. "I told you, I was saving people. Why are you still fighting?"

"Secretary Zhao, first... let him go..." A panting Xu Jinhong ran over, followed by a strong woman in her thirties or forties.

"Oh, after running around for a while, I...I...I'm almost exhausted. Secretary Zhao, this is Village Chief Yang Yalan, and this is Secretary Zhao from the city..." Xu Jinhong said, already squatting He couldn't breathe on the ground.

"Secretary Zhao, hello," the middle-aged strong woman said hello to Zhao Jianhui.

"Hello, Chief Yalan. Is this girl from your village?"

The female village chief leaned down to look at the girl's condition, turned around and scolded the young man in the local dialect, then walked up to Zhao Jianhui and bent down deeply: "Thank you, Secretary Zhao, for saving my daughter. This young man Please forgive him for being ignorant."

Zhao Jianhui asked a little stunned: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, this girl is your daughter? Then this young man is her boyfriend?" Zhao Jianhui thought to himself, if he wasn't his boyfriend, how could he be so angry with him? Yang Yalan said: "No, he is my sister's son. My daughter doesn't have a boyfriend yet."

Although Yang Yalan is already in her forties, and the years have left traces on her face, she still cannot hide her former beauty. If you look closely, she does look very similar to the woman who fell into the water, but her waist is thicker and her skin is darker. , everything else is very similar to that girl.

"No wonder the happy birds have been chirping non-stop in the morning. It turns out that the distinguished guest is here. It's a coincidence that Secretary Zhao has come. It's our Divine Fire Festival tonight." When he heard the word "fire", Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but shudder and hugged him tightly subconsciously. his shoulders. If it weren't for the two women - oh, no, it should be said that there were three women around him now, Zhao Jianhui would have really wanted to take off the two-stringed vest he was wearing and throw it away. Wearing it wet, the mountain wind blew away A chill came through my heart, so I might as well not wear any clothes.

"Let's talk about it later. Go to the village to warm up by the fire." Lin Yan took off his coat and put it on him. Zhao Jianhui quickly took it off and threw it to him: "Forget it, I'm wet, it's soaked after just putting it on me."

The young man supported the girl who fell into the water, Yang Yalan led the way, and Lin Yan walked upstream to protect Zhao Jianhui. The six of them walked back to the village in a very strange formation.

Zhao Jianhui and the female village chief were chatting animatedly by the fire, and Yang Yalan briefly introduced the situation of the village to him. This is a minority village. Although Yang Yalan is said to be the village chief, he is actually the leader of the tribe.

Zhao Jianhui said that if a woman is the leader of the tribe, is this still a matriarchal society? However, since Yang Yalan didn't say anything, he himself was embarrassed to ask more.

"Secretary Zhao, I'd like to toast you a glass of wine. If it weren't for you today, my daughter would be dead. You are my great benefactor." Yang Yalan raised her glass to Zhao Jianhui. This woman is a good drinker, and the small wine basin in front of her is almost full.

"In other words, Village Chief Yang is too polite," Zhao Jianhui responded enthusiastically, thinking that maybe she would be responsible for mobilizing the village to relocate this time. This relationship must be used well.

Under the influence of alcohol, Yang Yalan, whose cheeks were flushed, said with trembling eyes: "Call me Yalan, Secretary Zhao. Everyone who comes to our village is a guest. Since we are together, according to our rules, we are all brothers and sisters."

"Haha, okay!" Although this woman is in her forties, her body is not as rich as that of a middle-aged urban woman. She has a hint of black peony.

"Sister Yalan, why are there not many young men except women and old people in the village?" Zhao Jianhui looked and saw that most of the people singing and dancing beside the huge flames were elderly women. After swallowing a sip of wine, Zhao Jianhui spoke. asked.

"Hey, our transportation is not good, our economy is backward, and the colorful world outside is so tempting, many people have gone out to work," Yang Yalan said with a sigh.

"Then why are you opposed to road construction in the county?" Zhao Jianhui took the opportunity to bring up the matter of road construction.

"It's not that I haven't thought about this. Hey, it's hard to put it into words. The father of the boy who beat you today is the mage in our village. He did the magic several times, but Grandpa Mountain God objected. Who dares to mention this matter again?" Yang Yalan shook her head, as if she was hesitant to speak.

practice? Mountain god? What era did this happen? Why do people still believe this now? Zhao Jianhui asked curiously, "Why did Grandpa Shan Shen object?"