CHAPTER XXXVII

At nine o'clock in the morning of April 2, Song Zixin got out of a large red cargo, and in addition to himself, there were eight young men and women wearing vests.

"This is Xiao's family entrance?"

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

People were standing at an intersection, next to a gas station, surrounded by crooked trees.

Song Zixin looked around.

On March 30, Song Zixin signed up in the group, and after a series of processes such as filling out forms and asking for personal time, he was arranged in the Longnan 117 Volunteer Group. Now that the rain had stopped, she took the high-speed train to the provincial capital, then contacted the volunteer agency, and was arranged here.

"Hello, is it the Longnan 117 Volunteer Group?" Looking at each other, a middle-aged man in a raincoat came over.

"Hello! I am Zhang Yu, the leader of the volunteer team..." A volunteer youth stepped forward to introduce me.

After the introduction of the two sides, the raincoat man 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 named Wang Dabin, the mayor of Xiaojiakou Town, who is mainly responsible for the flood control work.

Everyone followed Wang Dabin to the town hall. By the time the eight people arrived, the government hall had gathered many villagers affected by the disaster, some villagers were catching up on sleep, others taking care of children, and the hall was very chaotic.

Volunteers followed Wang Dabin upstairs.

Now that the town government has limited housing, they have turned two offices into male and female dormitories, and volunteers first rest in the dormitories.

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

In the girls' dormitory, Song Xiaoxin changed into a raincoat prepared by the town government and looked out the window.

There is a dam of more than 5,000 cubic meters on the south side of the town, and now the villagers and flood fighters are digging ditches to divert water from the dam.

Song Xiaoxin looked at it for a while, and a baby-faced volunteer walked up to him: "This is a rescue soldier from Su Province, I heard that the rain came as soon as it stopped." There

are 130 rescue fighters in Xiaojiakou, because this rainstorm is the whole territory, and now there are flood fighters of different sizes in other areas.

"Long Xia did a good job." Song Xiaoxin greatly admired the government's early warning of rushing to stock up on grain.

After chatting for a while for two days, the baby face complained: "I came with the trend this time, I want to wear a red vest and take a picture of the circle of friends, I didn't expect it to be so hard here..."

The babyface is named Qiao Yuanyuan, a junior student at Luohai University of Economics and Business. Now that her studies are easy, she saw Longnan volunteer recruitment in the group and signed up directly. She volunteered this time with a curious mentality, but Yunyu is dirty everywhere... She had some regret in her heart.

Half an hour later, the mayor knocked on the door: "This is Platoon Leader Zhao, Platoon Leader Zhao arranges everyone's tasks." Platoon

Leader Zhao, a middle-aged soldier in his forties, is now with a tight schedule and heavy tasks, and he directly ordered the volunteers to go to the back kitchen to help cook.

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

Ten minutes later, everyone came to the back kitchen.

The vegetables and potatoes in the back kitchen were placed in the basin on the ground, and Qiao Yuanyuan couldn't stand it: "Just eat it?" It's

not dirty, but it's a mess!

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

The

volunteers looked into the large pot, and although there was some dirt on the pot, the vegetables looked fairly clean.

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

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the cauldron of vegetables was carried to the courtyard, and the villagers lined up one by one to receive the meal. At eight o'clock in the evening, the villagers and flood fighters who repaired the dam returned, and after dinner, everyone went straight to sleep in the hall.

Over the next two days, volunteers repeated the cooking work.

"Sister Song, I want to go home." On the third night, Qiao Yuanyuan collapsed a little. She is homesick now, she thinks about tablets, she thinks about computers.

"The channel is open, and when the water in the dam disperses, we can go back."

Song Zixin scratched the back of his hand. Although the flood is now 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 regular contact is a kind of damage to all aspects of the body.

Qiao Yuanyuan cried for a while and played video with his family.

Song Zixin hung the raincoat outside and opened the 3023 group.

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

"There were no casualties, and teachers and students temporarily lived in high-rise buildings."

"The government sent supplies in the afternoon, and it was quite difficult to drink water..."

...

There are different schools in the group that have been assigned to the city, and everyone is talking about the situation in the past two days.

At present, the underground garage and underground shopping mall in the urban area are still half flooded, and the main force in the urban area is placed in the arrangement of disaster victims and the coordination of underground pumping.

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

Image】: A flooded sewer crossing, three rats floating near the crossing, rats turning their stomachs, and some blue garbage bags next to it.

"Gag!"

"Can't stand these pictures."

"I feel numb all over."

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

......

The students were very uncomfortable to watch.

This is just an ordinary scene after the acid rain.

A sentimental student asked: "Are those stray cats and dogs okay?"

No one answered.

The rainfall was heaviest from the 27th to the 31st, when the heaviest rainfall spread directly over the first floor of the house. Now the casualties are undecided, and the stray animals are even more unknown.

At this time, the Longnan disaster situation that was being discussed on the whole network, Song Zixin fell asleep in a burst of worry.

The next morning, Song Zixin and his men followed the soldiers to the village to volunteer. Xiaojiakou is surrounded by mountains, and due to the difficult geographical location, many villages are old-fashioned earthen houses. Now the villagers are grieving to sort out furniture and appliances.

Song Zixin jumped out of 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 people and fruit farmers were numbly picking up the fruit.

Song Zixin stepped on the water and walked over, looking at the ox tendon grass on the ground in surprise: "Why did it all turn yellow?"

Platoon

Commander Zhao explained: "This should be corroded by acid rain, and there is no photosynthesis." "

Acid rain is extremely harmful and can corrode the soil and deprive green plants of waxy coating.