The atmosphere among the crowd became increasingly tense.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and asked He Changli and others: "How many sandbags and gravel do we have?"

He Changli and others got together, made a rough count, and reported: "When we returned to the Ming Dynasty, we had thrown down one hundred and one bags, and there were one hundred and twenty-seven bags of sandbags left. As for the gravel, six of them had been used.

become……"

After Ouyang Rong heard this, he took a deep breath, raised his head, and made a quick decision:

"Keep filling! This piping surge must be stopped. We have no way out, let alone give up halfway. However, the ditch is a bottomless pit, and it is impossible to fill the entire ditch. We have to find another way to save materials."

When he finished speaking, he turned around and gave instructions to the good people in the People's Volunteer Team with a solemn look on his face:

"Ah Shan, this time it's up to you to find the water hole in the wall of the underwater dam, and build a fence around it. The fence should be smaller. We can fill it with sandbags and save as much sand and gravel as possible...

"

There is a swell here, and the wind and waves are high even on the water surface, not to mention the risk of undercurrents and vortices below the water surface?

However, Liu Ashan said nothing and picked two men with the best water skills among the people. They took bamboo poles and fishing nets and entered the water without looking back.

On the embankment, when Ouyang Rong and others saw this, they held their breath and concentrated. There was only the sound of rain around them.

I don’t know how much time passed.

Just when Ouyang Rong felt bad and his expression changed slightly.

Finally, Liu Ashan and others emerged from the water and waved to Ouyang Rong and others!

Successfully, they found the crack in the underwater dam.

Maybe it's luck.

Or maybe the cracks on the underwater dam have spread very deep and obvious.

But no matter what, everyone took action quickly,

More brave men went into the water and narrowed the area. At the crack in the dam, just like at the first main gate, they followed the steps and used wooden stakes and fishing nets to surround a semicircular water area.

On the dam, Ouyang Rong, He Changli and others, without stopping for a moment, immediately picked up the sandbags piled up at their feet and dropped them one by one as if they were free. The same was true for the stored gravel.

Until...all is lost.

"What should we do, Mingfu, our sandbags are all gone! We have used up all the stones, and we still can't fill them up!"

Even Chief He's mouth trembled, and he asked in a trembling voice as he looked at the water below that was still churning unabated.

what to do?

Facing the people on the gate who were looking in panic, Ouyang Rong looked down at the water, his bloodless lips tightly pursed into a slit, and only one word came out from the slit:

"fill!"

In full view of everyone, Ouyang Rong stood up first, undressed and took off his belt, and threw relatively heavy items such as a jade belt and a crown into the water below.

Then he dug out a wet aqua official uniform, shoveled away the sand and mud, wrapped it in silk official uniform and knotted it to make a "small sandbag".

Without even raising his eyelids, he threw it behind his head and fell into the water below the dam, acting as filler.

On the embankment, in the wind and rain, Liu Ashan, the chief official, and craftsmen Chen... all the civilian heroes, chief officials, and craftsmen present looked stunned.

Immediately, as if a switch was flipped by Ouyang Rong's silent action, they reacted, moved around, and followed suit.

Someone threw earthen pots, shovels, benches, bamboo poles and other debris into the water.

Some people worked tirelessly to run between Caifeng Mountain and Dickong Gate, running wildly in the rain, carrying gravel to fill the river.

Some people also collected the clothes that people took off, wrapped them in soil and sand, made simple sandbags, and threw them into the river.

The villagers settled on Longbei Mountain and Caifeng Mountain didn't know where they got the news about the movement on the gate and dam. Under the call of the old man Gray Hu, they went down the mountain one after another, regardless of the danger, they ran to Di Gong Gate to bring the jingle bells.

Noisy pots and pans, jewelry hairpins, children's toys and other heavy objects were thrown into the water...

All kinds of strange but familiar things were thrown into the surging water below and sank to the bottom.

The enthusiasm and enthusiasm of the villagers made Ouyang Rong, who was shirtless and only had a close-fitting skirt knife that he couldn't throw away, as well as the people of the people's brave team, the chief officials, and the craftsmen, all stunned.

In fact, there are many things that the villagers don't need to throw down. If they are thrown down, they will just float on the water surface and cannot sink to the bottom, so they are of little use.

But Ouyang Rong never said these words, he just stood there silently, opened his mouth, and closed it again.

The sounds around him were chaotic. The old man with a gray beard and the villagers seemed to have said a thousand words to Ouyang Rong, but he didn't know how to reply, so he had to nod as if in response.

The young county magistrate also has a lot to say.

Ye Weilai emerged from nowhere, stood at the edge of the dam, pulled out a hairpin that she liked to tie up her silver hair, and threw it into the river below, along with other accessories, all the same.

After throwing away these personal belongings, Ye Weilai, who was in plain clothes and makeup, looked relaxed, with her waist-length silver-white hair flying in the air. She walked to Ouyang Rong without looking back and quietly pulled his fingers that were holding the handle of the knife.

At this moment, the only heavy thing on the white-haired maid's body was probably the black lacquered porcelain bowl she held in her hand all the way from the mountain.

Ye Weilai held the bowl in both hands, the soup in the bowl was swaying slightly, and her big blue eyes were full of caution;

"Tan Lang, please take a sip of ginger soup. The eldest lady said that you have a root cause of disease and are prone to wind and cold..."

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses, turned to look at her, and did not refuse this time. He took the soup bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Immediately, an empty bowl was thrown out and sank into the water with a "plop".

He didn't know what the ginger soup tasted like. His mouth was a little numb, and he had lost some of his taste buds after eating a lot of muddy water.

Ouyang Rong didn't want to know. At this moment, he, like his colleagues and the surrounding villagers, were all focused on the bottomless pit-like water below the dam.

There was nothing left to throw away, the crowd became quiet, and everyone looked down.

I saw that the rolling waves on the water surface at the swell became much smaller. It seemed that many fillers sank and stabilized the swell at the crack.

The atmosphere in the crowd at the gate fell silent, and then there was a burst of joy: "It's blocked!"
Chapter completed!