Reborn in 1976, teach him how to be an official

How is this waste?

This is 30,000 tons of fertilizer...

By the time the train entered Jianghan Province, Sima Wu's joy had long since disappeared, replaced by immense anxiety.

Seeing the heavy rain outside through the gap in the car door, Sima Wu frowned tightly.

"Hurry up, hurry up..."

He had now completely forgotten the "bad attitude" of Director Peng of Baling Fertilizer Plant and was filled with worry.

With such heavy rain, the situation in Baling is worrying.

Chuzhou is a hilly region. While there are some rivers within its borders, there are no major lakes or rivers. Consequently, floods over the years have not caused significant damage. While flood control efforts are often tense, they are certainly manageable.

In the entire Jingjiang Province, the areas facing the greatest flood prevention pressure are those close to the big lake.

Among them, Baling is the most famous.

Baling is not only close to a big lake, but also adjacent to a big river.

Heavy rains poured down, and the water levels of rivers and lakes rose sharply. One can imagine the great flood prevention pressure on Baling.

If something fails to hold up and causes a dam to burst, it will not only cause material losses, but more importantly, the safety of the people will be at stake.

Although Sima Wu was not a cadre in Baling, he was also concerned about the millions of people in Baling.

At midnight, Baling District Flood Control Office.

The wind was howling, the rain was pouring, and a few incandescent bulbs with lampshades were emitting a dim light.

The floor was covered with water stains and messy yellow mud footprints.

A few newspapers were soaked on the ground and were trampled into a paste.

A man in his fifties sat at an old desk, chain-smoking. In the ashtray before him, cigarette butts piled like a small mountain, the last cigarette still emitting wisps of smoke.

This is the last pack of cigarettes...

Director Yue has not slept for two days and two nights and has been guarding the flood prevention office.

When the first flood peak approached, this place had already become Director Yue's battle position.

These days, I eat, drink, defecate and urinate here.

Not far behind the desk is a simple camp bed.

At this moment, this bed did not belong to Director Yue, but was occupied by another young man covered in mud. He was curled up on the camp bed and was sleeping soundly.

All hell breaks loose.

No one cared whose bed it was.

This young man was a member of the command center on the front line of flood control and rescue. He had been fighting on the levee for three days and three nights. As soon as he came down from the levee and reported the front-line situation to Director Yue, he fell headfirst onto the camp bed and fell into a deep sleep, not caring even if the sky fell.

"Jingle Bell……"

The red telephone on the desk rang rapidly.

Director Yue twitched nervously and quickly grabbed the phone: "Hello, this is Yue Dashan..."

The voice has long been completely hoarse.

"What? Yuehu Dike is about to overflow? What are you doing? Raise the dike immediately..."

"What? You want a sack? I don't have any sacks... Damn it, where do I even have a sack? Even if you kill me, I still can't have one..."

"I don't care, you must do everything you can to block it!"

"The Yuehu Dike must not be allowed to breach..."

"Bangdang"!

Yue Dashan hung up the phone and shouted at a middle-aged cadre who was leaning in a corner of the office, gasping for breath.

"Lao Fang, go to Yuehuwan immediately and try to organize some personnel and supplies to send over to them. Tell them that they must hold on!"

Yue Dashan's throat was almost torn.

“Ah… yes!”

The middle-aged cadre seemed to wake up from a dream. He stood up suddenly, shouted loudly, and staggered out with his exhausted body.

There was another loud bang, and the door of the flood control office was pushed open. A middle-aged strong man in his forties rushed in with a fierce look on his face.

"Director Yue, sack!"

"I want a sack!"

As soon as the middle-aged strong man entered the room, he started yelling at Director Yue, and it looked like he wanted to fight with Director Yue.

"Peng Daqing, what are you yelling about? How's the situation at your fertilizer plant?"

The person who broke in was Peng Daqing, the director of Baling Fertilizer Plant.

"We can't hold on any longer. It's about to collapse... Now everyone in our factory who can move has gone to the front line, but we're out of sacks... Director Yue, you have to give us some more sacks. The water is too high. At this rate, Levee No. 3 will burst by tomorrow morning at the latest..."

"no!"

Yue Dashan retorted harshly.

"It's already this late, where do I even have a sack?"

"You must have more!"

Peng Daqing was no pushover either, and he yelled at him on the spot.

He had a hot temper. Although he had always respected Yue Dashan, the regional flood prevention commander, at this moment, he didn't care about anything else.

Behind the No. 3 dike is their fertilizer factory.

The home of several thousand cadres' families.

"Don't lie to me, Director Yue. I know you still have some inventory. You must have set an ambush on the No. 1 dike!"

"Don't move that sack!"

"That's the last reserve..."

Yue Dashan shouted sternly, his expression ferocious and struggling.

"Why can't we move? Is it just because behind the No. 1 dike is the Prefectural Party Committee compound? The lives of the people are equally important..."

Peng Daqing roared like thunder.

"Peng Daqing, you bastard!"

Yue Dashan was furious. He slammed the table and pointed his finger at Peng Daqing's nose, shaking with anger.

"Behind the No. 1 dike is the main urban area!"

"If Levee No. 1 collapses, do you know how many people will die?"

"Can you, Peng Daqing, shoulder this responsibility, or can I, Yue Dashan, shoulder it?"

The veins on Peng Daqing's neck were bulging, and his face was also extremely distorted and struggling.

Of course he knew that behind Dike No. 1 was the main urban area.

But behind the No. 3 dike is the fertilizer plant!

Could he just watch the homes of thousands of cadres' families being flooded?

"Two thousand..."

After a while, Peng Daqing stretched out two fingers and said with difficulty.

"Just give me two thousand sacks, and I promise to defend Levee No. 3..."

"No……"

Yue Dashan swallowed hard, picked up the cigarette box as usual and wanted to smoke a cigarette, but found that the cigarette box was empty. Yue Dashan sighed and sat back in the chair dejectedly.

"Peng Daqing, I really can't give you those sacks... We can't let Levee No. 1 collapse..."

The commander-in-chief of the flood control headquarters, who has always been extremely tough, rarely sounded "pleading".

"Then, one thousand..."

Peng Daqing also knew the importance of Dike No. 1, so he could only lower his requirements again. He stretched out a finger, and his voice trembled a little.

Yue Dashan's eyes were full of struggle.

Just then, the phone on the desk rang again.

"Hello, I'm Yue Dashan..."

Commander Yue's voice was trembling, as if he was afraid that bad news would come from somewhere again.

"Hey, talk..."

"Are you the train station?"

"What did you say?"

Suddenly, Yue Dashan stood up abruptly and almost overturned the old desk.

"Six, six carloads of sacks..."