1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 298: The city was destroyed by one person, and the city was built by one person

Five minutes later, Miss Mu came back, looking somewhat frustrated and embarrassed.

Looking at Yang Mo who was wrapping his feet with a stack of newspapers, she silently took out a vermilion wallet from her pocket and handed it to him: "I still have more than 700 yuan here, you can try it according to your idea."

Although Miss Mu's appearance is quite good, and her short speech just now was also very heartfelt, but the effect...

It really frustrates her.

It’s not that the speech was ineffective. In fact, when she asked the crowd on the shore for help, several young men were bewitched by her appearance and stood up bravely.

Although it was most likely just his hormones surging and he wanted to show off in front of the beautiful woman, he did stand up after all.

It's a pity that hormones appear quickly and disappear quickly; after seeing that most people were just whispering but had no intention of moving, the few young men who stood out quickly fell into an inexplicable embarrassment.

And when some people in the crowd mocked Miss Mu, pointed out the huge risks of going into the sea to rescue people in the cold winter, called on everyone to wait for professionals to come to the rescue and not to cause trouble for the public security comrades, and even ridiculed those young men as idiots who couldn't walk after seeing a beautiful woman...

The result was obvious. After being pointed at and ridiculed by so many people, the few young men who had "calmed down" turned their heads to look at the pier whose railings were almost submerged. After struggling for a while, they quickly disappeared into the crowd...

Miss Mu didn't really care about these people's cold words towards her.

At that moment, she just felt a deep sadness.

Since when did standing up for justice become a stupid act in the land of Qi and Lu?

But with so many people soaking in the icy sea water, we had to rescue them, and every minute we delayed would increase the danger.

Feeling extremely frustrated, she rushed back without hesitation and handed over her wallet without hesitation.

Although Yang Mo’s previous proposal made her feel very uncomfortable, human life was at stake, so now she could only let him give it a try.

………………

Looking at the exquisite wallet in front of him, Yang Mo shook his head slightly: "It's useless... Even if I put this money in front of those people now, they are unlikely to stand up."

There is a reason why the Chinese have been so particular about planning before taking action for thousands of years.

If they had used the huge sum of more than 1,000 yuan that the two of them had in total to recruit brave men, not to mention the many others, there would at least be 30 to 40, or even 50 to 60 people who would stand up and bravely jump into the water to save people... This is not to say that the incentive of 20 to 30 yuan per person is really that attractive, but because people often need to give themselves a reason and motivation before taking action.

But since Miss Mu had taken the lead in conducting such a failed speech, it was basically impossible to get those who might have been moved to stand up again by using these twenty or thirty dollars...Humans are complex creatures. When the positivity of their behavior is rejected by public opinion, and the incentives given are not enough to make them ignore this focus of public opinion on the scale of value, they will choose to become little sheep who go with the flow.

Therefore, if Yang Mo took the money and showed it to that group of people at this time, he would not be able to gain much except for being ridiculed.

People are so complicated, and their stances change so quickly.

Besides, people always have to save face. If they don't demonstrate the justice of their inaction through verbal criticism, how can they fool the little conscience that may still remain in themselves in the future?

Seeing Yang Mo shaking his head, Miss Mu's face turned pale and a trace of regret flashed in her eyes.

Did I just take it for granted?

Seeing this, Yang Mo smiled gently, and then handed the remaining stack of newspapers to Mu Liya, whose mouth was already a little blue: "It's cold, wrap your feet quickly, otherwise frostbite is the least serious."

Miss Mu took the stack of newspapers, turned her head to look at the crowd still struggling to move on the pier, bit her lip, but hesitated to speak.

Yang Mo glanced at her and sighed slightly: "It's too late to rush now. Don't worry, I have just called Qingfeng Food and asked them to give an emergency order to let the employees near the South District rush over to rescue;"

"Qingfeng Food has several franchise stores on Zhongshan Road. I think they will be here in about five or six minutes after receiving the call... Although there are not many people, I think after someone takes the lead, some bystanders whose blood has not yet completely cooled down may not continue to stand idly by;"

"Anyway... our abilities are limited here, so let's do whatever we can."

Perhaps it is because the gross profit margin of the project is not high, or perhaps it is because the action to rectify private enterprises has not had much impact on Qingdao; there are not many franchise outlets of Qingfeng Food here, only about seven or eight.

There are seven or eight franchise stores. Even if all of them operate the three projects of Momo 100 Fried, Momo 100 Stir-fried and Momo 100 Stewed at the same time, together with the store managers and employees, there would be no more than 200 people.

Fortunately, Qingdao was not very big at that time, and there was a franchise store at the south end of Zhongshan Road adjacent to the pier, so as long as there were enough bicycles, it would not be a problem to get here within a few minutes.

As for how much help these dozen people can provide, as Yang Mo said, we can only hope for God's will.

When Mu Liya heard that someone would be here soon, she breathed a sigh of relief. She turned her head to look at the pier, but her brows were full of worry: "Many people can't even stand steadily. Some people haven't even moved for a while. Judging from their posture, they have cramps all over their bodies. If they are not rescued quickly..."

At this point, she gritted her teeth and said, "Yang Mo, do you think these people can hold out until the rescue team arrives?"

Yang Mo stared at the people who were holding on to the railings tightly but did not move for a long time, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Judging from the painful expressions on these people's faces, it was really as Mu Liya said, most likely they were suffering from widespread cramps.

It is difficult for people who have never experienced large-area cramps to imagine what it feels like to have cramps in the legs, abdomen, and hands at the same time... It is a painful spasm that is worse than death. If you cannot bear the pain and pass out, your body will naturally look hunched over as if you were poisoned by the legendary "Gelsemium elegans" poison.

With a helpless and irritable sigh, Yang Mo looked at the people whose bodies were more than half submerged in the sea water. "Leg and abdominal cramps are okay, but the worst thing is arm cramps... When the legs and abdomen don't have much strength to bear, if even the hands cramp and can't hold the railing, it will be really dangerous!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a cry of surprise.

Following the direction of the onlookers' arms, I saw an old man in his 50s or 60s being pushed over the railing by a dark wave without any resistance.
Judging from the fact that the other party was struggling hard, but only one hand was flapping occasionally on the sea surface... the rest of his body parts were cramped.

As luck would have it, he fell into the sea on the left side of the pier, and only twenty meters away from the shore. However, the lifeboats that could only be rowed by manpower were concentrated on the right side of the pier. If they wanted to bypass the pier and row over to rescue him, it would take at least ten minutes, and by then his body would probably be cold.

MD!

Sure enough, an accident happened!

"Oh, someone else got swept away!"

I don’t know if this wave was particularly strong, but with a few faint cries, several more people were washed into the sea... Among them were the father and daughter I had seen before.

Fuck!
Seeing the little girl's terrified cry, and the father, regardless of his own safety, forcing his cramped body to lift his daughter out of the sea;
Subconsciously, Yang Mo, a landlubber, stood up and quickly looked around, trying to find a long wooden stick or bamboo pole. He gritted his teeth and rushed to the bridge to see if he could rescue the person...

"Ouch! Someone fell into the sea!"

Following an exclamation in a familiar local accent, Yang Mo turned his head and saw six or seven men wearing old cotton-padded clothes.

Judging from the other person's rough face like a dead tree and the huge snakeskin bag on his back, it was obvious that he was a migrant worker planning to go home for the New Year.

Seeing a strange face, Yang Mo was delighted and hurriedly took out his wallet from his clothes, wanting to hire these migrant workers to help rescue people in the sea...

"Mah Hangzi! Those idiots are still standing there staring at you... hurry up and save them!"

Before Yang Mo could speak, he saw a skinny man throwing away the snakeskin bag behind him and taking off his clothes swiftly.

After being reminded by the thin man, the others immediately started to take off their clothes. In less than ten seconds, several rough bodies with only underwear on appeared in front of Yang Mo.

After quickly stretching his trembling body, the skinny man waved his hand and said, "It's done. Just stretch it out. Let's go down and save them!"

Seeing several people running towards the pier, a short and strong man in his thirties looked at them with a sad face, hesitated for a moment, turned around and put the snakeskin bag he had taken off on his back.

Just when Yang Mo was wondering if this man was planning to escape naked like this, he saw the short and strong man shouting and rushing towards the pier with the snakeskin bag filled with quilt on his back.

Yang Mo was stunned...

Could it be that this short and strong man can't swim?

When I saw these men at the bottom of the city rushing naked into the cold sea water with an unhesitating determination;

Yang Mo glanced at the group of people who were still enjoying the show, and then looked at the expensive woolen coat on himself.

Ah……

This world is so ironic!

Thinking of the local accent that just sounded in his ears and the bodies that had not hesitated from beginning to end, Yang Mo inexplicably felt a burning sensation in his chest. He took a deep breath, took off his woolen coat, and then rushed to a pine tree on the shore in the stunned eyes of Miss Mu...

A jump, a tug, a pull.

Suddenly, a side branch about three meters long was pulled down with the bark attached.

Then, amidst the endless shouting and scolding, Yang Mo, wearing only a sweater, dragged the torn branches and rushed to the trestle with only a small section of fence left in a funny and ridiculous manner...

………………

"Sir, save me! Save me!"

"Brother, give me a hand, my leg is cramping!"

Seeing someone rushing back to the pier, the people soaked in the water began to beg, as if they could escape immediately if only Yang Mo gave them a hand.

Yang Mo turned a deaf ear to the pleading cries, and simply rushed to the end of the pier with gritted teeth in an extremely difficult manner.

Compared to those who were holding onto the railings and begging for help, those who had been washed into the sea were the ones who were truly in danger...especially the father and daughter.

Thinking of this, Yang Mo stared at a certain place.

Although six fellow villagers had already rushed into the sea from the pier to rescue people regardless of danger, the situation was far less optimistic than he had imagined.

Among the six fellow villagers, the short and strong man certainly couldn't swim. He could only rely on the snakeskin bag on his back to provide a certain buoyancy and swim in circles in the sea with the waves; but the other five fellow villagers were not much better.

The other five villagers' swimming skills were not good enough for them to jump in to save people.

In other words, it might be okay for those five fellows to swim in the river in the summer, but if they want to save people in the sea in winter, their swimming skills are still far from being good enough!

Seeing that the old man who fell into the sea first was wrapping around the skinny man who jumped into the sea first like an octopus, making him unable to maintain the most basic doggy paddling posture and even choking on the sea water, Yang Mo endured the cramps in his thighs and quickened his pace to move forward quickly, while shouting at the two men: "Countryman, pry the old man's hands off, hold him under the armpits and swim towards me... Don't worry about respecting the elderly, if it doesn't work, give him a blow... Hurry up, swim towards me, I'll catch you with a branch... Hurry! Don't worry about whether the old man will choke on the water, he won't die if he chokes a few times!"

The biggest danger of rescuing someone is that the person being rescued will cling to the rescuer in panic. In such a cold winter, the undercurrent is incredibly strong. If one is not careful, both of them will be dead. Therefore, for this fellow who is courageous but not a good swimmer, the wisest choice is to knock the old man unconscious.

After Yang Mo shouted three times, the thin man finally heard clearly. However, unlike what Yang Mo imagined, the man did not do it completely. He just grinned at Yang Mo in his busy schedule, and then tried to lift the old man up so that he half lay on him. He stretched out his left hand to hug the old man's butt, and then used his right hand to flap on the water with all his strength.

Although Yang Mo did not agree with the fellow's behavior, in fact, the fellow who had his nose covered by the old man several times swallowed several mouthfuls of sea water, but fortunately, after the old man took a few breaths, he gradually woke up and loosened his hands that were covering the thin man's face. The two of them swam towards Yang Mo at a slow speed.

"Hold on to the branch and don't let go!" After estimating the angle and choosing a relatively suitable position, Yang Mo threw the branch out of the pier with all his strength. He heard two "ouch" sounds, probably because the branch hit someone else's face.

But Yang Mo no longer has time to care about this.

When the thin man grabbed the branch, Yang Mo took two deep breaths, slightly suppressed the cramps in his legs, shouted loudly, and pulled the branch back hard.
Suddenly, the two were dragged to the railing.

"Hold on to the railing, don't let go. If you have the strength, climb over it. If you don't have the strength, just hold on to it and wait where you are. The lifesaving boat will be here soon... Guys, if anyone can still move, come over and lend a hand. Don't let this old man rush into the sea again!"

The last sentence was said to the person next to him.

Although everyone stranded on the pier is in poor condition and faces the risk of being swept into the sea at any time, Yang Mo and the six fellow villagers' selfless rescue efforts still give them great hope.

Soon, two young men who were in better condition climbed over the railing, then held the railing tightly with one arm and held the old man's arm with the other hand.

Seeing this, the thin man breathed a sigh of relief, leaned on the railing and retched a few times, then adjusted his breathing. Then he grinned at Yang Mo who was collecting branches, revealing a few yellowed teeth, then stretched out his legs and swam towards another woman who was struggling hard in the sea.

Yang Mo, whose muscles all over his body began to rebel, sighed with mixed emotions, smiled self-deprecatingly, glanced at the old man who was vomiting violently, bent his body slightly, stretched the muscles on his back, and then, against the hidden power under the water, he continued to flow forward at his fastest speed, dragging the branch.

The situation ten meters ahead was even more critical.

The short and stocky fellow took in water along with the cotton wool in his snakeskin bag. Not only did his buoyancy decrease greatly, but he also couldn't swim at all, so he had no ability to save two people at the same time... Although the father did not cause trouble to the rescuers like the old man, the objective ability was there and he couldn't save the people.

After watching the three people struggling for nearly a minute, still spinning in the same place, the short and strong fellow began to take off the snakeskin bag on his back, wanting the little girl to lie on it.

Yang Mo couldn't help it any longer, and shouted with his hoarse voice: "Don't take off the snakeskin bag, swim on your back! Swim on your back! Turn over with your face facing upwards, lie as flat as possible, and let the child ride on your chest... With the cotton wool supporting you, you won't sink for a while!"

This was repeated several times, and with the help of someone nearby shouting, the short and strong fellow finally understood what Yang Mo was saying.

It seemed that because Yang Mo's words were shouted in Dezhou dialect, out of trust in his fellow villager, the short and strong man, whose nostrils had been filled with water several times, tried several times with the help of the child's father, and finally put the snakeskin bag back on his back, and then turned over smoothly.

For people who can't swim, the backstroke posture is actually the safest. Even if you are fat, you will not drown in the water for a whole day.

Although the short and strong man is not fat, with the help of the cotton wool in the snakeskin bag, he can achieve the buoyancy effect of a fat man. As long as there are no big waves, not only will his life be temporarily safe, but even if a little girl sits on his chest, there will be no problem for the time being... Of course, this is only temporary. When the cotton wool is completely soaked and the air in the snakeskin bag is completely expelled, it will be a big trouble.

Therefore, this period of time, which may be as short as one minute and no longer than three minutes, is the key to the survival of the three people.

Seeing that the short and strong fellow villager successfully changed to the backstroke posture, and the little girl successfully sat on his chest, Yang Mo shouted at the top of his voice without any hesitation: "Fellow villager, kick your legs hard and swim over here... Can the father still hold on? Those who can move, hurry up and push together. No matter how painful it is, overcome it. The snakeskin bag can only hold on for more than a minute. Swim as far as you can towards this side!"

If the person being rescued today was someone else, and if no professionals showed up, the three of them would most likely have died.

But fortunately, the people who were swept into the sea were a father and daughter.

Everyone praises the greatness of maternal love, but not many people know how amazingly determined and great a father will be when danger strikes.

Before the short and strong fellow swam over, the father and daughter had been struggling in the sea for four minutes, but from beginning to end, the little girl's upper body was firmly held above the water.

This was not because the father was a good swimmer or in good physical condition. If that were the case, the two of them would have swam to the pier by themselves long ago.

The reason why the little girl was always held safely was because

Without it,

It was just the father's silent persistence...even though the father had already suffered cramps and was exhausted.

In fact, when facing the rescue efforts of the short and strong fellow villager, the father never made any trouble, which also proved this point.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have panicked and grabbed at any straw that could save his life like the old man before, like an octopus. How could he be like the father, enduring the fear in his heart and the severe pain in his body, still staying where he was and treading water, and even using up his last bit of strength to help the short and strong man turn over?

His daughter's life was the most important thing. Whether he could survive was actually not that important.

Therefore, when he heard Yang Mo loudly tell him that the snakeskin bag could only last for more than a minute, the father, filled with mixed anger and unwillingness, squeezed out the last bit of potential in his body, and endured the severe pain like broken tendons in his limbs, and desperately pushed the short and strong fellow towards where Yang Mo was... The young man in front of him threw out a three-meter-long branch. As long as he could catch this branch, his daughter would be saved!

Perhaps the father himself did not realize that from beginning to end, he only had his daughter in his eyes and his only thought was his daughter. As for what would happen to himself... he had never actually thought about it.

Ah……

Why are Chinese men so stupid?
Looking at the short and strong man and the father, who were kicking their legs with all their might with red eyes like dying beasts, Yang Mo felt indescribable feelings in his heart.

As expected, things like conscience, responsibility, and family affection are poisonous and have no benefits at all!
After confirming this once again, Yang Mo smiled sarcastically, felt his arm muscles that were still shaking uncontrollably, then glanced at the crowd happily eating watermelons on the shore in the distance, and gave himself a big middle finger.

Yang Mo, you are also a fool!
………………

Although the Chinese culture has a spirit of man conquering nature, you have to admit that many times, in the face of nature, human power is so weak that it is unimaginable.

The most terrifying thing about tides is that not only do they come with great force, but you never know when you will encounter unpredictable turbulence coming from beneath the water surface.

As a huge force with a strong sense of layering surged, Yang Mo's body staggered violently. If his hands had not been frozen, the branches in his hands might have been shaken off.

That feeling...

It's like you are standing in an already fluctuating ethanol solution, and it's already difficult to maintain a minimum standing posture; but the lower half of the liquid is suddenly injected with a thick layer of mercury, which then rushes towards your waist and legs at a relative speed of up to 100 meters per second.

Not only was the strange feeling of imbalance extremely uncomfortable, but without preparation, not many people could withstand it.

So...

"Oops~"

"Ah~!"

As the screams continued, more people were washed into the sea.

But Yang Mo had no intention of caring about anything else at this moment. Instead, he looked with red eyes at the short and strong fellow villager and the father and daughter who were swept away by the undercurrent by another five or six meters.

Damn you, God and ancestors!
I was only less than three meters away from grabbing the branch, but you did this to me again! ?

After swimming hard for nearly two minutes, the father was obviously exhausted, and the snakeskin bag on the back of the short and strong fellow had completely sunk under the sea, obviously no longer providing any buoyancy.

The short distance of seven or eight meters was the dividing line between life and death for the father who had been drained of his physical strength, the short and strong fellow villager who could not swim at all, and the little girl who was only five or six years old!
Looking at the little girl who covered her mouth tightly and looked at her father helplessly and desperately,

Yang Mo was stung hard by the pale little face that had stopped crying and making a fuss.

CTMD!

I was reborn, and I can live more than one year longer. It’s worth it!

His eyes turned red due to some unknown but familiar emotion. Yang Mo gritted his teeth, threw the branch into the sea, then supported himself with his hands, pushed forward, and stepped on it, ready to jump into the sea.

Unexpectedly, after several minutes of soaking in the freezing sea water, his thigh muscles began to cramp, and he slipped and fell as soon as he stepped onto the railing.

MD, waste!
Yang Mo touched his broken mouth, and was irritated by the bright red color, his eyes became more ferocious.

Come again!

Following the way Rukawa treated Sakuragi, Yang Mo kicked his calf hard, then climbed up the railing again shakily.

I took a deep breath and was about to jump down after finding the right branch...

With a scream, he was pulled back by a huge force.

"Who the hell pulled me!?"

Like a wounded lone wolf, Yang Mo turned his head, and the fierce red light in his eyes made the visitor shudder.

"Um... Chief Yang, you're not in good condition right now, so don't go down!"

A family member wearing a Mo Mo Bai Zha work uniform swallowed his saliva, then trembled and gave a smile, then looked at Yang Mo's shaking body and the swollen wound on his mouth.

Seeing the familiar orange and white, the fierceness in Yang Mo's eyes gradually dissipated, and he was about to ask something.

puff~
An agile figure jumped down from beside him, then grabbed the branch and swam quickly towards the three people in the sea.

"Who is this……?"

Yang Mo looked doubtfully at the figure in the sea who hadn't even had time to take off his cotton coat, and looked doubtfully at the slightly fat southwestern family member in front of him.

As if she had no taboo at all, the female family member quickly took off her cotton work clothes and said to Yang Mo: "This is a customer of the store. When they heard that someone was needed to be rescued, they rushed over together."

"customer?"

Yang Mo was very surprised.

The family member tilted his head and pursed his lips: "Yes, customer, there are dozens of people rushing here with us... These are the ones who have their own bicycles. Those who didn't get on the bus are still running behind and should be here soon."

As she spoke, the female family member glanced at the employees and customers who were jumping into the sea to save people, and then glanced at the crowd of onlookers on the shore. Her chubby face was a mixture of contempt and pride: "Section Chief Yang may not know that in Qingdao, only migrant workers like to hang out at our Mo Mo Bai Zha and Mo Mo Bai Chao... Most of these customers are from Dezhou and Lanling!"

As he spoke, he handed the work clothes he had taken off to Yang Mo, motioning him to put them on first, then he took a deep breath, and without doing any warm-up exercises, he jumped into the sea by stepping on the railing, and then swam quickly towards the three people who had been washed away...

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Holding the work clothes in his hand, Yang Mo looked at the men who were either jumping into the water to rescue people, or gritting their teeth and carrying the stranded people who could no longer walk towards the shore.

For some reason, Yang Mo, who was in unbearable pain all over his body, suddenly laughed.

Are you from the same hometown as Dezhou and Lanling?
Perhaps, Tugou's persistence, which seems a bit childish to him, is reasonable.

The land and water nurture the people, and the simple and honest nature of human nature should not be erased by neon lights.

and so……

In fact, you don’t necessarily need to use those cold numbers as the only indicator to consider?

Looking at the pairs of people wearing white-brimmed hats who finally arrived on tricycles, and then looking at the little girl crying in the arms of a female family member in the sea,
Yang Mo smiled easily and with relief...

(End of this chapter)