Hand over the farm system

At nine o'clock in the morning on April [-]nd, Song Zixin got out of a big red truck. In addition to himself, there were eight young men and women in vests in the car.

"Is this Xiao's house?"

"It's different from what I thought..."

……

Everyone stood at an intersection, next to a gas station, surrounded by big trees crumbling around.

Song Zixin looked around.

On March [-]th, Song Zixin signed up in the group, and after a series of procedures such as filling out forms and asking about personal time, he was arranged in the Longnan [-] Volunteer Group.Now that the rain has stopped, she first took the high-speed train to the provincial capital, then contacted a volunteer agency, and was arranged here.

"Hello, this is Longnan [-] Volunteer Group?" Looking at each other, a middle-aged man in a raincoat came over.

"Hello! I'm Zhang Yu, the leader of the volunteer group..." A young volunteer stepped forward to introduce him.

After the introduction between the two parties, the man in the raincoat said: "The town government has prepared hot water, let's go to the town to rest for a while."

The man in the raincoat is Wang Dabin, the mayor of Xiaojiakou Town, who is mainly responsible for the flood fighting work.

Everyone followed Wang Dabin to the town government.When the eight people arrived, many affected villagers had gathered in the government hall. Some villagers were catching up on sleep, some were taking care of their children. The scene in the hall was very chaotic.

Volunteers followed Wang Dabin upstairs.

Now the town government has limited houses, so they have turned the two offices into dormitories for men and women, and the volunteers will rest in the dormitories for a period of time.

After a brief rest, everyone returned to the dormitory with their luggage.

In the girls' dormitory, Song Xiaoxin put on the raincoat prepared by the town government and looked out the window.

There is a 5000-cubic dam on the south side of the town. Villagers and flood fighters are now digging ditches to divert the water from the dam.

Song Xiaoxin looked at it for a while, and a baby-faced volunteer came to the side: "This is the rescue soldier from Suzhou Province. I heard that they will come here as soon as the rain stops."

There are 130 rescue fighters in Xiaojiakou. Because the torrential rain covered the whole territory, there are also flood fighters of different sizes in other areas.

"Long Xia has done a good job." Song Xiaoxin admired the government's early warning of looting and hoarding grain.

After chatting for a while in two days, the baby face complained: "I followed the trend this time. I wanted to wear a red vest and take pictures in Moments. I didn't expect it to be so difficult here..."

The baby-faced name is Qiao Yuanyuan, a third-year student at Luohai University of Economics and Business.Now that her studies are easy, she saw the recruitment of Longnan volunteers in the group, so she signed up directly.She volunteered this time with a curiosity-seeking mentality, but Yunyu was full of dirty tides... She felt a little regretful.

Half an hour later, the mayor knocked on the door: "This is platoon leader Zhao, and platoon leader Zhao arranged tasks for everyone."

Platoon Leader Zhao is a middle-aged soldier in his 40s. Now that time is tight and tasks are heavy, he directly ordered volunteers to go to the back kitchen to help with cooking.

"I won't..." Qiao Yuanyuan was depressed.

After 10 minutes, everyone came to the back kitchen.

The back kitchen vegetables and potatoes were placed in a basin on the ground, Qiao Yuanyuan couldn't take it anymore: "Is that how it is?"

It's not dirty here, but it's very messy!

The aunt who was cooking said: "There are not so many washed vegetables now. These vegetables are grown by farmers and picked in advance..."

The volunteers looked into the big pot. Although there was some soil on the pot, the vegetables looked clean.

In this way, volunteers began to help cut and deliver vegetables.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the big pot of vegetables was carried to the yard, and the villagers lined up to receive the meal one by one.At [-] o'clock in the evening, the villagers who repaired the dam and the flood fighters came back. After dinner, everyone went to sleep in the hall.

In the next two days, the volunteers repeated the work of cooking.

"Sister Song, I want to go home." On the third night, Qiao Yuanyuan collapsed.Now she misses home, tablets, and computers.

"The channel has been opened, and we can go back when the water in the dam dissipates."

Song Zixin scratched the back of his hand.Although the current flood has been diluted, there are a lot of sulfur dioxide, nitrogen dioxide and other substances in the water.There is no visible effect on the surface of these waters, but frequent contact is a kind of damage to all aspects of the body.

Qiao Yuanyuan cried for a while, and made a video call with her family.

Song Zixin hung up his raincoat and opened group 3023.

"The first floor of the school was flooded, and the big arc also collapsed."

"There were no casualties, and teachers and students are temporarily living in tall buildings."

"The government sent supplies in the afternoon, and drinking water is quite difficult..."

……

Different students in the group were assigned to urban areas, and everyone talked about the situation in the past two days.

At present, the underground garages and underground shopping malls in the urban area are still partially flooded, and the main force in the urban area is in the coordination of disaster victims arrangements and underground pumping.

Song Zixin looked at it for a while, and a classmate sent a picture: "It's too miserable. [Picture] [Picture]"

[Picture]: At the sewer entrance baptized by the flood, three mice floated near the entrance. The mice turned their stomachs, and there were some blue garbage bags beside them.

"vomit!"

"Can't stand the pictures."

"I feel numb all over."

"Don't dare to look, dare not think."

……

The students looked very uncomfortable.

This is just an ordinary scene after acid rain.

Some emotional students asked: "Are those stray cats and dogs okay?"

No one answered.

The rainfall was the heaviest from the 27th to the 31st, when the highest rainfall directly overflowed the first floor of the residence.Now the casualties are uncertain, and the stray animals are even more unknown.

At this time, the disaster situation in Longnan was being discussed all over the Internet, and Song Zixin fell asleep in a burst of worry.

The next morning, Song Zixin and others followed the soldiers to the village to volunteer.Xiaojiakou is surrounded by mountains. Due to the difficult geographical location, many villages are old-fashioned mud houses.Now the villagers are grieving to tidy up their furniture and home appliances.

Song Zixin jumped off the truck, and in front of him was a loquat garden.The fruit trees and some green fruits were beaten to the ground, and several fruit growers were picking up the fruits with numb faces.

Song Zixin stepped on the water and walked over, looking at the goosegrass on the ground in surprise: "Why are they all turning yellow?"

Platoon Leader Zhao explained: "It should be corroded by acid rain and unable to photosynthesize."

Acid rain is extremely harmful, eroding soil and stripping green plants of their waxy coating.

"What happens if you can't photosynthesize?"

"died."

Song Zixin looked at the goosegrass again.Acid rain will take away the nutrients in the soil. Now the goosegrass is the first to be affected. After the acid rain infiltrates more, it will be vegetables and grains...

Song Zixin felt a little uncomfortable: "Can you solve it?"

"do not know."

They are now in a place in Honghe Village. After chatting for a while, they began to help the victims carry relief supplies.

Song Zixin was busy until five o'clock in the afternoon. When she was about to rest, she found that there was one person missing.

"Where's Qiao Yuanyuan?" Song Zixin asked.

"It seems to be at the entrance of South Village."

Song Zixin walked towards the direction pointed by the villagers. After walking for a while, she found that Qiao Yuanyuan was holding a little boy with dirty hands and face.

"This is a game console, you can eat mushrooms in it, and you can play hamsters..."

The little boy is seven years old, looking at the game console nervously and timidly.

Qiao Yuanyuan demonstrated for a while, then handed the game console to the boy: "Here you are."

After Qiao Yuanyuan finished stuffing, he walked in the direction of the big team.

"What's wrong?" Song Zixin looked at Qiao Yuanyuan with red eyes.

Qiao Yuanyuan's voice was choked with sobs: "I asked just now, Yazi's father fell when he was escaping, and the body has not been recovered yet."

A total of three villagers were killed in this rain, and the boy's father was one of the victims.

After delivering the supplies, everyone returned to the Xiaojiakou government.

Perhaps because the disaster in Honghe Village was too severe, Qiao Yuanyuan didn't complain about the conditions of volunteering.

In the next two days, Qiao Yuanyuan and everyone worked together to sort out the supplies in the disaster area.

On the morning of the third day, Song Zixin and others left.Now the flood is almost gone, and the rest is some reconstruction work in the disaster area, which they can't help.

"Aunt Zhao, Uncle Wang, let's go first..."

"I left chocolate chip cookies on the table."

"Come to Hangzhou to play in the future."

.........

The people and the villagers bid farewell one by one.

During the farewell, Wang Dabin led a middle-aged woman to the courtyard: "Is Qiao Yuanyuan there?"

"exist."

"This is Mommy Tooth."

"This is your game console. Yazi is not sensible, so he can't take such an expensive thing."

The middle-aged woman took out a gray cloth bag, which contained a game console and half a bag of green loquats.

"I picked this when I was picking it up last month. Some of it is astringent. I will cook it with rock sugar when I go back..."

"I can't accept it!" Qiao Yuanyuan quickly refused.

"Hold it, it's okay." The middle-aged woman declined again, and hurriedly left the township mansion.

"Mayor Wang..." Qiao Yuanyuan looked at Wang Dabin begging for help.

"If it is given to you, you will accept it."

Seeing that she couldn't escape, Qiao Yuanyuan had no choice but to carry the loquat into the car.

Now that the water in Xiaojiakou is cleared, they have switched from trucks to buses.

Qiao Yuanyuan put the loquat away and couldn't help crying.

"What's wrong?" Song Zixin was startled.

"I saw just now that Yazi's mother's legs are covered with mud, and now Honghe Village to Xiaojiakou is still open to traffic..." It is only eight miles from Honghe Village to Xiaojiakou, but the mountain road is difficult to walk. She can imagine Yazi's mother holding a loquat, The scene of coming over one foot at a time.

"It's okay, it's okay." Song Zixin felt uncomfortable.

Not only them, but other volunteers also became red-eyed after staying in Xiaojiakou for a week.

Qiao Yuanyuan cried for a while and looked out the window.

Now the rice fields twice along the road have turned into pools, with treetops protruding from the pools, and the green hills in the distance are also somewhat turbid.

She clicks Moments.

Before she set off, she had imagined countless times: wearing a red vest, taking pictures of supplies and emergency rescue, and then lamented the hard work and hardships of the disaster relief work.

But she looked at the photo album on her mobile phone, looking at the bits and pieces of this week, and she really couldn't post it.

Qiao Yuanyuan thought for a while, took a photo of the rice field outside the window, and then posted: I hope you are safe, everything is safe. 【Image] [image】

She didn't have any eye-catching thoughts at this time, she just hoped that all this would pass and be safe.

On April [-]th, the car arrived in downtown Kunshan.

Now the traffic in Kunshan has returned to normal, and the volunteers have returned home one after another.

Song Zixin did not go home, but went to Kunshan University.

In the past, there was a 30-meter-high arc building at the entrance of the university. Now the building has collapsed, and the surrounding trees have also withered a lot.

Song Zixin walked around the school. Many students were fully armed and were fetching water in the large water room with kettles and basins.Although the students looked tired, they still maintained the vigor they should have at this age.

Song Zixin ate a bowl of rice noodles in the school cafeteria and was about to go to the airport when he heard meowing.

Song Zixin followed the sound and walked over. It was an old white cat. Its tail and hind legs were bald, but its eyes were bright and it seemed to be in good condition.

At this time, the two girls were feeding the cat with ham sausage.

"beard?"

Song Zixin asked in surprise, this is the star cat in the school, and she was there when she went to school.

"Are you the senior here?"

The two girls looked up.

According to the conversation, it rained heavily in Kunshan some time ago, and the school was flooded at that time. Huzi could only hide on the fence of the south campus because he couldn't escape in time.At that time, the rain level was getting higher and higher, and half of Huzi's body was buried in the water.

The beard stood like this for three days in violent wind and heavy rain.

Later, the flood fighting fighters came to the rescue, and Hu Zi was rescued by the rescue team.

Huzi is a nine-year-old cat. Although he is fine now, I don’t know if he has the aftermath of acid rain...

"Someone raises it, but it still doesn't want to." The two girls said with sore noses.

Beard is an old school cat. Some students like to take it back to the dormitory, but Beard has a bad temper.After tossing like this, they can only be free-range at school.

This time, a student who often feeds wants to take him in, but just one day after taking him back, the beard ran out.

"Meow!" Song Zixin took the ham from the girl and tried to feed the cat.

Beard stepped forward to eat.

Song Zixin looked at the bearded tail, feeling both happy and sad.The happy beard is still alive, but the sad beard has become like this.

In the midst of the complex intertwining, a girl said in surprise: "Look at the trending searches!"

Song Zixin opened.

Hot search title: [Donkey in Dashan Village, Donkey Fights Flood! [Image] [image]】

Song Zixin instantly remembered, March NO.30, [UAV shooting: Dashan Village under acid rain. ] There was a hot search, when a donkey drifted away with the flood, because the scene was so heartless, many netizens prayed for the donkey.And now... the donkey was found?