Under the shade of the tree, Huan Dekui vaguely heard the villagers talking about being idiots, and he was puzzled.

"Director Lu, who are they talking about?"

Huan Dekui asked curiously.

Lu Dawei had heard this title before and knew that it was the nickname given by the villagers to help Huan Dekui.

"Director, he is not talking about people, but about the one!"

Lu Dawei reached out and pointed at the candlesticks laid on the muddy road.

After hearing this, Huan Dekui relaxed his frown slightly and asked in confusion:

"Is that so? Why do they always look at us?"

"No, Director, you're thinking too much!"

Lu Dawei quickly handed over a cigarette and greeted:

"Director, thank you for your hard work, smoke a cigarette and have a good rest!"

Huan Dekui held the cigarette in his mouth and looked up at Qin Dongliang from time to time.

Lu Dawei took this opportunity to help him ignite his anger.

"Director Lu, why do you think the Qin surname is so hot with the villagers?"

Huan Dekui asked with confusion, "He has been here for only two or three days, and he has become familiar with the villagers so quickly?"

Lu Dawei said with a jealous look:

"Director, this kid will fool you, so of course the villagers are close to him!"

"You are dedicated to doing things and have no time to chat with them!"

After hearing this, Huan Dekui said with a look of fork on his face:

"You have to concentrate on your work. What's the point of talking about with these mud legs?"

After hearing this, Lu Dawei nodded repeatedly and said yes.

Qin Dongliang wandered around the river bank for a long time, his face gloomy and his brows frowned.

Village accountant Feng Shilong leaned over and asked anxiously:

"Director Qin, what do you think?"

"The villagers threw down many snakeskin bags containing earth and rocks. They were either washed away by water or sank into the bottom of the river, and had no effect!"

Village director Zhang Qinghuai and deputy director Wei Daguang went downstream to find Zheng Liugen, and Accountant Feng became the temporary person in charge.

Huan Dekui called Qin Dongliang several times, but no one answered. Feng Shilong was anxious and intended to rush to the village headquarters to invite him in person.

After Qin Dongliang arrived, he felt as if he had found his backbone and there was no longer any panic on his face.

"This is very difficult to deal with!"

Qin Dongliang's face was gloomy and said coldly, "The water flow is too fast, and the wooden stakes cannot be driven down. It is difficult to close the breach!"

After hearing this, Feng Shilong looked anxious:

"Director Qin, you can think of a solution. If this continues, it won't work."

"The villagers said that the water at home is more than one meter deep. If the water rises again, our home will be gone!"

Although the villagers' homes are made of bricks and stones, they cannot be soaked in water for a long time, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

Qin Dongliang knew the seriousness of the matter and said with a gloomy face:

"Accountant Feng, you find fifteen strong guys to come out, three of them in groups, and then hit the pile again."

"Piling and filling sandbags is the only way now."

After hearing this, Accountant Feng said anxiously:

"Ministry of Qin, last year, when the river embankment was built, the ground was compacted."

"It's hard to get into the wooden stakes. I chose several places before that, before I got into the piles!"

"It's very difficult to drill into the wooden stake now!"

Qin Dongliang reached out and patted Feng Shilong's shoulder hard, and said in a deep voice:

"Accountant Feng, this is the only way at present. If you let everyone exert more effort, our home is behind us. We must hold on!"

"Okay, Director Qin, I'll go and select people now!"

Feng Shilong said with a confident look on his face.

When Qin Dongliang saw this scene, his face was solemn, his mind was moving rapidly, thinking about solutions.

Half an hour later, fifteen strong men were exhausted, but they didn't even get a wooden stake in.

Seeing Feng Shilong, who was dejected and reporting to Qin Dongliang, Huan Dekui showed a little disdain on his face and said coldly:

"I thought the Qin surnamed had three heads and six arms. After a long time of struggle, the bamboo basket was useless!"

After hearing this, Lu Dawei became energetic and said anxiously:

"Director, you are right!"

"Some people think they are not capable, but in fact, they are not the same."

Although Huan Dekui did not nod, he had a look of approval on his face.

"Ministry Qin, the wooden stakes cannot be driven at all."

Feng Shilong said depressedly, "What do you think?"

Qin Dongliang's face was as deep as water, and the breach of the river bank must be blocked, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

When the villagers drove piles, he kept observing and eventually had to let them give up.

"What to do? What to do?"

Qin Dongliang frowned into the character "Chuan" and his mind was full of question marks.

Feng Shilong took out the cigarette and wanted to hand it to Qin Dongliang, but he felt it was too bad and looked embarrassed.

Qin Dongliang took the initiative to reach out and thanked him.

Seeing this, Feng Shilong quickly helped him ignite his anger.

Qin Dongliang spit out a mouthful of thick white smoke and asked in a deep voice:

"Accountant Feng, how did you deal with the breaking dam last year?"

Don’t forget the past, the teacher of the future!

"Minister Qin, last year, we beat wooden stakes and threw sandbags!"

Feng Shilong replied anxiously, "Last year, the foundation of the embankment was very soft. With a little effort, you can drive the wooden stakes down!"

When Qin Dongliang heard this, the gloomy expression on his face became even heavier.

"These guys cut corners when repairing the river bank, and the foundation was quite solid."

Feng Shilong cursed angrily, "It's really not enough to succeed, but it's more than enough to fail!"

Qin Dongliang knew who he was referring to when he was talking about "this guys", but now is not the time to hold him accountable. What he cares about is how to block the gap in the river bank.

Suddenly, Qin Dongliang's eyes fell on the two blue trucks transporting sand and gravel bags on the river bank.

Although Dongliang Village has prepared a lot of sand and gravel bags, the gap is too large and the loss is extremely large.

Qin Dongliang asked the nearby villages to transport all the sand and gravel bags to support Dongliang Village.

Both trucks transport sand and gravel bags, but they were not used for a while and were all parked on the river bank with loads.

"Accountant Feng, whose trucks belong to those two trucks?"

Qin Dongliang asked.

Although Feng Shilong was not sure about it, he still replied anxiously:

"Director Qin, these two cars belong to Sun Keben and Zhao Wenlei, what's wrong?"

Qin Dongliang showed a firm look on his face and whispered:

"I can't bear to leave my children and can't trap a wolf, so I can only take risks!"

"Director Qin, have you figured out a solution?"

Feng Shilong asked excitedly.

Qin Dongliang did not answer, took a sip of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt into the mud, and said in a deep voice:

"Accountant Feng, come with me!"

"Okay, Director Qin!"

Feng Shilong followed Qin Dongliang with a happy face and walked towards Huan Dekui.

"Director, the Qin surname is here!"
To be continued...