Chapter 735： People rebuilding their homes (1/2)

A sudden wind swept across the wilderness, setting off a large expanse of gravel and fallen leaves, and also lifted the corner of a thick sackcloth covering a heavy truck. A taxi driver stepped forward to hold some loose ropes and tied the sackcloth that was lifted back. Go to the side of the truck, and look up at the clear sky.

The sky was clear and clear, and nothing could be seen except for some sparse clouds.

"Weird wind ..." The taxi driver muttered, puzzled by his inexplicable heart that moment.

From the distance came the voice of the captain of the transportation team, Hong Liang: "Car number three!"

The taxi driver shook his head and flung out some stories about the winter monsters and the plain monsters, and responded with the same high voice: "Car No. 3 is ready! Boss!"

"Car number four!" "Car number four is ready!" "Car number five ..."

The mechanics in charge of driving the vehicle entered the high driving position of the vehicle, and also boarded the driver and co-pilot for the second time. The humming sound of the power ridge gave a reassuring feeling, and the voice of the fleet commander was From the outside: "Check the condition of your vehicles. This journey is not short. The plain of the Holy Spirit is freezing cold!

"The shipping on the Gorgon has stopped, and we are the only transportation line this winter-

"Get off! Comrades on the plain are still waiting for these food and medicine!"

The magic engine makes a low noise, the gears and levers rotate and friction under the power of the machinery, and each of the large large magic guided vehicles gradually accelerates. In the vast wilderness in the winter, the man-made steel giant roars and is full of the Holy Spirit. The urgently needed materials in the plain reconstruction area are smeared with black trajectories on a vast ground, and the trajectories point far north ...

In the plain area, the Gorgon River, the dry season is coming on schedule. The decline of the water level of the river makes the navigation of large vessels difficult and dangerous. With the warning from the managers of the various sections of the river, shipping on the Gorgon River that has been busy for more than half a year has finally begun. cease.

In the old days, this meant that all those who lived on the river had to enter the "dormant" like the farmers on the plain. Except for a few bold people, everyone would obediently return to the shack by the river and cling to their family. , The warm fire, relying on the stored food, quietly waiting for the end of winter, so is the ordinary sailor, the same is true of the owner of the ship.

But this year's situation is slightly different from previous years.

A team called the "Joint Reconstruction Regiment" came to the plain from the Rock Fortress. This team set up camps of various sizes in the East Holy Spirit Plain, which became scorched earth, and began the reconstruction work in full swing. They Shouting the slogan "Regain the Land from the Jackal and Winter", with some incomprehensible enthusiasm, he is trying to regain this land.

Winter, which had nothing to do, suddenly became lively.

Boatman Du Lin jumped off the raft with his two sons, and the workers waiting on the shore immediately stepped forward, cooperating with the hook and rope skillfully to tow the raft, and dragged to the shore, more people came up, and The rope that tied the raft was untied, and the logs that made up the raft were towed to shore, ready to be sent to the camp not far away.

The Baishui River has been closed, but the channel is not completely frozen. Although large boats can no longer be sailed, small rafts and boats can still sail on shallow waters. Doolin, as a local on the Gorgon River, accepts With the employment of the United Reconstruction Corps, his task was to help transport the wood felled upstream from the camp to the lower camp-using ancestral rafting techniques and honing between the reefs throughout the year. Guts and experience.

The man who floated on the Gorgon for half his life stretched his neck and watched those in gray-blue winter clothing busy between the shallows and the shore highlands. In this freezing winter, it was not suitable for work here. Busy days.

He couldn't understand the sight before, because it had never happened before.

He also did not intend to blend too much with these people, because he was an honest "river", and those who came out of the rock fortress carried the royal banner and the army escort.

But he still stretched his neck and spent a long time looking at the southerners who didn't seem to be afraid of the cold, as well as the natives who were mixed with the southerners and said to have originally lived in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain.

It is said that the locals escaped by chance when they fought before, and have been hiding in the cities and towns to the south. Now they have returned with the southerners and plan to rebuild their homes.

Du Lin didn't see the faces he knew from those "natives"-most of them were dead.

Du Lin looked at the people on the bank and the river bank, because he was a bit envious of the thick winter clothes of those people, and the aromas they fluttered while cooking on the river bank-those winter clothes without patches were obviously new clothes, and they Occasionally they smell meat when cooking-they eat meat every week.

In this winter, Du Lin's life has actually been much better than in previous years-originally he was going to spend a difficult winter, because of that terrible war, because of those terrible monsters, the Liangtian on the east bank was ruined, and the village Hezhen was also destroyed. The noble masters died and ran away, and the merchants also fled. The "river people" who depended on transporting goods for the nobles and businessmen had cut off half of their sources of life. The days to come down will be extraordinarily difficult, but what was unexpected was that the southerners returned to the land they had burned with their roaring machines.

The Joint Reconstruction Mission brought unexpected job opportunities, or, in other words, lives, to the river workers, sailors, and captains on the Gorgon River who were preparing to endure the hardships of winter.

Du Lin is very grateful for the generosity of these outsiders, and is quite happy to use his skills and experience to exchange winter rations for the whole family, but ... he still has some envy for the new and neat winter clothes, and the stewed meat in the big pot on the river bank .

A tall, thin man in a gray-blue cotton robe walked by, stopped in front of Du Lin: "Citizens-today's share is complete, you can go to the camp to receive wages at any time."

This is an "administrative office official" from the south. His special armband and emblem on the front of his clothes show his identity.

Du Lin woke up from the distraction and quickly bowed his head in front of the "big man": "Okay, sir, I'll go soon ..."

An official wearing the armband laughed: "To be honest, you really don't consider signing up? We are even more scarce in the north, where we are recruiting experienced river workers. If you join the reconstruction team, you can go to the north camp to help . "

Du Lin immediately smiled humblely: "I ... forget it, there are wives and children ... the little daughter is only three years old ..."

"Actually, you can take your family over ... But it doesn't matter. It's all voluntary. When you want to sign up, just come to me anytime."

Du Lin nodded in a hurry: "Yes, sir, thank you very much."

When meeting officials of the Department of Home Affairs, call each other Mr./Ms., Not adults or masters. This is the code learned by Doulin and these people who have called themselves "junior officials of the United Reconstruction Regiment." Although he did not know why someone would not like the more honorable title, but since the other party so requested, he obeyed with all his heart.