One person: Reborn as Huangxian, seeking the title of Feng Baobao at the beginning

But at this time, Chu Yi still had a doubt:
"Director Huang, this bridge will be useless after it is built. Villagers don't need to cross the river here, and no vehicles pass by here..."

Huang Miao nodded:

“From this perspective, it’s really useless.

However, the original intention of building this bridge was not to facilitate transportation, but to use the bridge as a sword to slay the dragon's head.

Otherwise, if the dragon trap is not broken, accidents will easily occur in this area of ​​water. No matter how you build Xiangyun Village, there will be no change in this village.

Because in the dragon trap, both wealth and luck will be trapped and blocked everywhere..."

Huang Miao's words made Chu Yi nod half-understandingly.

He could understand it, but found it very mysterious.

He didn't fully understand the significance of this, but everything he heard in the car made him not dare to look down on Huang Miao in the slightest.

After an actual on-site investigation, leaders of the Xiangyun Village Committee also came.

According to Huang Miao, the bridge construction project will officially start tomorrow.

Therefore, a large amount of construction materials were pulled into Xiangyun Village in the afternoon.

After Huang Miao gave instructions on some matters, he decided to return to the core bureau.

We will start the formal construction tomorrow morning.

The entire construction period was continuously compressed by Huang Miao, and finally after discussion they unanimously decided to build this small bridge within one week!

……

However, for the entire Lianyun City, tomorrow is destined to be a big day.

Not only did the bridge construction project in Xiangyun Village start, but a large number of reporters also flocked to Lianyun City Hospital early.

At present, all the missing people, including female anchor Wang Fan, have woken up, but they are still too weak to be discharged from the hospital for the time being.

A large number of reporters rushed into the city hospital to interview the missing persons.

However, almost without exception, including female anchor Wang Fan, they knew nothing about their disappearance, as if the memory had been erased.

Among this group of people, female anchor Wang Fan is a hot topic in her own right.

Therefore, a large number of reporters tacitly focused their attention on her.

At this time, the female anchor Wang Fan was lying on the hospital bed. Although her face was a little pale, it could not conceal her beauty that was superior to ordinary people.

Many reporters gathered around Wang Fan's bed. If it were someone else, they would probably be so nervous that they would be speechless because of this scene.

But Wang Fan is a female anchor after all. She has no aversion to the camera. Instead, she is particularly concerned about her image in front of the camera.

Facing the camera, Ms. Wang Fan seemed a little confused. She responded softly to the reporters' barrage of questions: "To be honest, my experiences over the past few days were like a blank. When I woke up, I was already in the hospital."

The reporters were obviously not satisfied with this answer. They were eager to dig out deeper information, so they continued to ask: "Ms. Wang Fan, you have been missing for several days. Do you really have no memory of your experience during this period?"

Wang Fan tried to recall, but every time she touched those vague fragments of memory, a sharp pain surged in her mind.

She frowned, stroked her forehead, and slowly revealed some fragmentary memories: "I only remember that it was very cold, and the surroundings were shrouded in thick fog. There seemed to be a ship in the fog, and there was a strong smell of fish..."

However, these fragmentary information could not satisfy the reporters' curiosity.

They originally thought that they could dig out a big news from this disappearance, but they didn't expect that Wang Fan knew nothing about the details of the period of his disappearance.

Just as the reporters were disappointed and gathered in the hospital corridor, at a loss as to what to do, the announcement on the hospital's big screen attracted their attention.

They were impressed by the city government's construction plan in Xiangyun Village, because Xiangyun Village was where the disappearances occurred.

The reporters keenly sensed the scent of news. They realized that they could no longer obtain more valuable information in the hospital, so they decided to move to Yun Village.

"Let's go to Xiangyun Village right away!"

"Xiangyun Village is a hot topic right now. We need to find out if this bridge construction project is related to the disappearances."

"We have to get first-hand information before other media!"

As the new interview direction was determined, the reporters quickly evacuated the hospital and headed for Xiangyun Village as if they had taken stimulants.

The hospital returned to its former tranquility, and the doctors and nurses had become accustomed to it.

Wang Fan and the other missing persons lay on their hospital beds, trying hard to recall what had happened during those days, but their memories seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, making them difficult to reach.

At the same time, Xiangyun Village became bustling again.

Construction vehicles came in an endless stream, and Chen Shi directed the construction workers to work in a tense and orderly manner.

The villagers watched curiously and talked about this sudden bridge construction project.

"What are you doing? Why are you bringing so much sand here?"

“I heard they’re going to build a bridge here.”

"Build a bridge? Isn't this superfluous? Isn't there a highway outside?"

The villagers were puzzled as to why the bridge was built, but their doubts were not answered.

At this time, Huang Miao and others were also at the scene, but they did not stand with the villagers.

Soon, reporters also came in droves, and Chen Shi became the focus of their interviews.

Facing the reporters' continuous questions, Chen Shi responded calmly and explained the reasons and purposes of building the bridge without any omissions.

"Xiangyun Village is a tourist attraction that the municipal government has focused on developing. In order to boost the villagers' fishing business, the municipal government decided to build a popular bridge here and improve the traffic conditions in the village to attract more tourists to visit."

Although Chen Shi's explanation was a bit far-fetched, reporters were unable to get any more answers from him.

Despite the doubts, construction is still proceeding in full swing.

The roar of large equipment was heard one after another, and the construction site was filled with yellow sand.

As the commander-in-chief, Huang Miao always stayed at the scene, just like when he supervised the construction of the Panshe Passage.

However, the reporters still knew nothing about Huang Miao's identity... Huang Miao put on his safety helmet again, and just like last time, he went to the construction site in person and personally directed the distribution of work for each type of work.

This time, he was no longer alone. Chen Shi, Wang Ye, Feng Baobao and Zhang Lingyu all put on safety helmets and assisted him, actually learning from him.

In order to ensure that the project could be completed within a week, Huang Miao decided to carry out the mobilization of large equipment during the day, and use nearby power sources for lighting at night to continue to advance small-scale projects.

This arrangement not only ensures the progress of the project, but also does not affect the rest of the nearby villagers.

However, for the villagers, the construction of this bridge has caused them confusion.

On the other side of the river from Xiangyun Village are other villages on the outskirts of the city. There is no need for trade between them, and there are ready-made roads and fishing boats as a means of transportation. Therefore, there does not seem to be much need to build this bridge.

What's more, Xiangyun Village is still in the development stage, and it seems too early to build this bridge.

At first, the villagers were somewhat dissatisfied with this, after all, it involved the village’s funds.

But when they learned that the project was fully funded by the government, they stopped interfering too much and just discussed it privately.

Huang Miao and several people from the core bureau even lived at the construction site to reduce delays and personally monitor the daily progress of the project.

Although Lei Shan, Xiang Tian and Deputy Mayor Chu Yi cannot stay here all the time, they all said that they will come in person to attend the opening ceremony on the day of completion.

Huang Miao didn't care about it. He took full responsibility for everything, from the shape of the bridge, site selection to the foundation, and put a lot of effort into it. Chen Shi joked in his spare time that Huang Miao was more serious than him, the director of the Urban Construction Office.

The project is now in its fifth day and is nearing completion.

The construction of the simply supported beam bridge and the equal-section connecting bridge on the bridge deck has been completed. Next, the construction of the prestressed concrete variable-section continuous beam bridge and the prestressed concrete continuous rigid frame bridge will be carried out.

Huang Miao felt relieved to see that the progress had not fallen behind.

He took off his safety helmet, stood outside the construction area, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Wang Ye came over with the bridge blueprint. He had been studying it for several days but had not figured it out. Now seeing that Huang Miao was free, he immediately came over to ask.

Wang was also puzzled by the bridge in the drawing, because the bridge did look a little special.

The entire bridge is 40 meters long and has a span of 29.9 meters. It is built on the narrowest water area in Xiangyun Village.

The bridge is 15.4 meters high and 4.8 meters wide.

But what's strange is that the exterior of the bridge is a stacked wooden structure, while the interior is made of concrete and steel bars.

Wang couldn't see how this bridge could be used for traffic; it looked more like a pedestrian bridge.

The entire bridge is divided into thirteen rooms and sixty-four hanging columns, and looks very ancient.

But after the interior was filled with concrete and steel bars, the construction period was greatly shortened and the tedious steps were reduced.

Huang Miao seemed to know what Wang Ye was confused about. Without even looking at the blueprint, he asked directly, "What do you think the bridge looks like?"

Wang Ye looked at the blueprint carefully, then pushed it away and looked at it again.

Gradually, he frowned, looked at Huang Miao curiously and said, "From a distance, it looks like a rainbow..."

Huang Miao nodded approvingly, and then asked, "What about a closer look?"

Huang Miao pushed the drawing to an angle so that Wang Ye could look at it again in the sunlight.

Soon, Wang Ye's eyes lit up and he was surprised to find: "Looking closely, it looks like a scimitar!"

"That's right!" Huang Miao nodded and said, "This bridge must be beautiful and not become a hindrance to the development of Xiangyun Village. At the same time, it must also achieve its original purpose - to cut the dragon's head with a curved sword and break the dragon's trap."

Wang Ye suddenly realized what was going on, and then pointed at some strange patterns on the drawing and asked, "What is this?"

Huang Miao took a look and said slowly, "This is a dragon pattern. After the dragon was slashed, there are no dragons here. Therefore, from a distance, the bridge looks as spectacular as a real dragon emerging from the water; from a close distance, it looks as majestic as a sharp scimitar. The dragon head was slashed to break the feng shui dilemma; but water without dragons has no spirit, and land without veins has no gods. The construction of this bridge is to balance the delicate relationship between beauty and practicality, feng shui and geography."

"After killing a dragon, you have to replace it with another one. This bridge is the water dragon I added to the terrain of Xiangyun Village!" Huang Miao's words were calm but powerful, revealing the profoundness of his Feng Shui skills.

In a single thought, one can slay a dragon or ascend a dragon. Wang Ye looked at Huang Miao with shock in his eyes, and once again marveled at the unfathomable attainments of Huang Miao in Feng Shui.

At this time, Zhang Lingyu and Feng Baobao also came over, and Huang Miao took this opportunity to explain to them.

"The turbulent river often causes floods, so you often see pagodas on the mountains beside the river. Most of these have been passed down since ancient times. In Feng Shui, pagodas can suppress evil spirits and floods. In Feng Shui, bridges are more about protection than suppression."

Zhang Lingyu and Feng Baobao nodded seriously. They always paid full attention to Huang Miao's words and did not dare to underestimate them in the slightest.

"Building a bridge at this water mouth can achieve multiple goals in terms of Feng Shui. First, it can cut the dragon's head with a curved knife, breaking the dragon's trap; second, it can lift the dragon out of the water, bringing good luck to this land; third, the bridge body can protect and retain the wealth of the village. Before long, Xiangyun Village will undergo earth-shaking changes..."

Huang Miao's words were full of confidence, as if he had already seen the future prosperity of Xiangyun Village.

However, what puzzled Feng Baobao and others was that when Huang Miao said this, his expression did not relax, but became even more serious.

Zhang Lingyu couldn't help but ask curiously: "Director, this is obviously a good thing, why do you look a little worried?"

Huang Miao sighed softly: "Indeed, there is still one thing that cannot be resolved for the time being."

"What's the matter?" the three asked almost at the same time, all hoping to share Huang Miao's worries.

Huang Miao pointed to the bridge not far away and said, "The three points I just mentioned are all the benefits that this bridge will bring. But everything in the world is interdependent, and there is gain and loss. This bridge is both a sword that slashes dragons and a soaring dragon. Ordinary guards cannot suppress it. You can go and see all the bridges, almost all of which have statues or patterns of Ba Xia (a form of dragon) guarding them. But this bridge cannot be guarded by a water-avoiding beast, because its evil spirit is too strong and cannot be suppressed."

The three of them looked at each other after hearing this, and Feng Baobao asked doubtfully, "Director, what will happen if we can't suppress it?"

Huang Miao sighed again: "Everything will turn into its opposite when it reaches its extreme, this is an eternal law. If there is nothing to guard this bridge, I am afraid that the evil spirit of the dragon slayer will cause disasters to the surrounding villages. If this continues, this bridge will collapse within three years..."

Huang Miao's words were like being struck by lightning, and the three of them stood there in a daze.

Only then did they realize the seriousness of the problem.

But the water-avoiding beast Ba Xia is one of the nine sons of the dragon. Even its head was cut off by this bridge. How could it be subdued by a dragon son?
This seems like an unsolvable situation.

Just as the three of them were frowning and wondering what to do, two figures hurriedly came from a distance.

When they looked closely, they found that it was Xia He from the suburban police station and the village chief Wang Jingshui.

"Director Huang! Director Huang!" Xia He was the first to see Huang Miao, and pulled Wang Jingshui over, speaking in an anxious tone.

Huang Miao asked in confusion: "Director Chen, what happened?"

Xia He nodded with a bitter face: "Director Huang, you said before that you wanted to bury the five people twelve years ago in the ancestral tomb. I have been dealing with this matter with Village Chief Wang. But when I went to the ancestral tomb today, I found that because no one has taken care of it for many years, many wild trees have grown on the ancestral tomb, and the roots of the trees have penetrated into the ground. When I opened the ground, I found that the coffin was already connected to the tree roots. It is really impossible to deal with it. What do you think we should do about this matter?" (End of this chapter)