240: Chapter 241 Luochuan has no repair team, only a group of people who refuse to remain silent any longer.

Luochuan's distress signal was very short.

So short that it didn't sound like something a city could issue.

[This is Luochuan.]

[We have no gods.]

[Nor do we have a maintenance team.]

[But our children have already begun to be re-pre-registered.]

Before the doors of the Old Awakening Hall were fully opened, the map of Luochuan had already lit up in a patch of red on work order no. 002.

It was not the red of the abyss.

Nor was it the red of the gods heart.

It was that cold, administrative red when occupational pre-registration pages were lit up in batches.

[Luochuan City, Shiqiao District]

[Unawakened Pre-registration Batch: Three thousand two hundred and seventeen]

[Recommended Occupational Directions: Basic Flood Prevention Officer, Embankment Porter, Low-level Hydrological Observer, Temporary Drainage Assistant]

[Reason: During the seven-day extension period, the gap in public positions has expanded, and localities may establish reserve occupational pools in advance]

Chen Ye looked at that row of occupational names, and his expression immediately sank.

"Here it comes again."

"Changing the place, changing the phrasing."

Zhou Heng frowned.

"Luochuan borders the river, and it might be true that they lack people for flood prevention."

"A real lack of people does not equate to using children to build a reserve pool."

Shen Tingxue looked at Luochuan's real-time footage.

The gray river water was surging closely against the city's outer embankment, the water level line leaving only half a foot from the warning scale.

On the embankment, adults were moving sandbags.

There were professionals, and there were also ordinary people.

Many people were already too tired to stand steadily.

In the distant Shiqiao Primary School, over three hundred children were gathered in the auditorium.

Faint pre-registration lights floated on their wrists.

It was not awakening.

Lighter than awakening.

And earlier.

A female teacher wearing a raincoat stood at the auditorium entrance, holding down the student roster with one hand while desperately slapping the temporary system screen with the other.

"Stop!"

"I apply to stop!"

"They haven't read the instructions yet!"

However, the system popped up a cold and rigid prompt.

[Luochuan locally lacks a Maintainer]

[Suspension request must be confirmed by someone with Rule Maintenance qualifications]

Chen Ye was so angry that he even raised his shield.

"Didn't it just write that anyone affected can call for a stop?"

Lin Jin stared at that line of prompt, his eyes sinking.

"It's exploiting the coverage range."

"The rules we wrote haven't expanded to Luochuan yet."

Zhao Jing said softly beside him:

"Then hurry up and help them confirm."

Lin Jin's hand had already grasped the new tool.

But he didn't bring it down immediately.

Because The Sixth Seat had just been demoted, and the sunset clause had just been established.

If every place waited for the Jiangcheng Maintenance Team to confirm, then the four words "technical assistance party" would soon become a new center again.

Luochuan had no maintenance team.

But Luochuan could not lack the right to suspend because of this.

Lin Jin connected to the Luochuan channel.

"Teacher, can you hear me?"

The sound of rain was very loud.

The female teacher on the other side was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked up.

"I can hear you!"

"I am Shiqiao Primary School teacher, Guo He."

"The children's pages are heating up, and they are scared."

Lin Jin asked:

"When you called to stop just now, was it because you were affected, or because your collateral witness was affected?"

Guo He gritted her teeth and said:

"I am a teacher."

"The children are crying in front of me."

"Some of them don't even know what a flood prevention officer means at all."

"A child said they wanted to be an artist, but the page wrote drainage assistant for them."

"I corroborate that they did not agree."

Lin Jin nodded.

"Write this sentence down."

Guo He was taken aback.

"Write where?"

"What do you have at hand?"

"Chalk."

"Write it on the wall."

Guo He immediately turned around and wrote on the auditorium blackboard:

[Shiqiao Primary School Guo He corroboration: Children have not read the instructions, have not personally confirmed, and some children express fear, doubt, and disagreement.]

[Applying for suspension.]

As soon as she finished writing, Ye Guizhou's seal fell through the air.

[Collateral suspension received]

Luo Wensheng recorded:

[Luochuan local affected collateral witness has proposed suspension, which does not need to wait for Jiangcheng to confirm qualifications before taking effect.]

He Zhibai added:

[The delay cost caused by cross-city rules not covering shall be borne by the public account, and shall not be blamed on Guo He.]

The red light of the pre-registration page paused for a beat.

It was not a complete stop.

It just changed from "automatic writing" to "waiting for local confirmation".

In the auditorium, a little girl raised her hand while crying.

"Teacher, do I not have to go move sandbags right away?"

Guo He squatted down and hugged her.

"No need."

"You write down what you want to say first."

The little girl sobbed and wrote on the paper:

[I am afraid of water.]

As soon as the three words were written, the system tried to summarize.

[Insufficiency in water environment adaptability]

Lin Jin said in a cold voice:

"Original text of the words."

The summary instantly retreated.

[I am afraid of water]

The four words lit up on the child's own page.

This was not the final answer.

But at last, it was no longer a defect label.

At the same time, an angry roar came from the Luochuan embankment side.

"You stopped pre-registration, who is going to guard the embankment?"

The person speaking was Liang Fu, the vice president of the Luochuan Flood Prevention Professional Association.

He was covered in mud, his eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion, and behind him was an old embankment several hundred meters long that could overflow at any time.

"We don't want children to go up now!"

"It is to establish a reserve occupational pool!"

"Adults are already not enough!"

"You Jiangcheng people talk about boundaries across screens; when the water rushes over, who will take responsibility?"

His anger was not fake.

The people moving sandbags behind him were not fake either.

Lin Jin did not scold him.

He asked:

"How many adults are lacking?"

Liang Fu was startled.

"What?"

"How many people are lacking? What tasks are lacking? How many hours are lacking? Is it materials or professional capabilities that are lacking?"

Liang Fu panted heavily and looked at the embankment statistics beside him.

"The East Embankment lacks thirty-six people to move sandbags."

"The North Sluice lacks eight hydrological observation points."

"The old pump station lacks two people who can repair floodgates."

"The reserve embankment patrol lacks fifty people."

"The rain will continue to fall for another six hours."

Lin Jin said:

"Out of these four gaps, which one must be done by unawakened children?"

Liang Fu opened his mouth, but couldn't answer.

It wasn't because he was bad.

Rather, the old system was too good at directly translating "gaps" into "reserve occupational pools".

Making people forget to ask first: What exactly is the gap?

An aged voice connected from the Luochuan Old Pump Station.

"The old pump station doesn't need children."

"I can repair it."

In the footage, a white-haired man stood in knee-deep water, holding a wrench in his hand.

[Meng Jianqiu]

[Former Occupation: D-class Sluice Gate Maintainer]

[Status: Retired, knee injury]

He looked up at the screen.

"I cannot move sandbags."

"But those two old pumps at the pump station, I know their temperaments."

Liang Fu immediately said:

"Uncle Meng, your knees—"

Meng Jianqiu interrupted him.

"Write the boundaries."

"I only repair the old pump station, not go down to the main sluice well."

"Not continuously exceeding one hour."

"I need two young people to help me carry tools."

Lin Jin looked at Liang Fu.

"Received?"

Liang Fu was silent for a second, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Received."

Zhou Heng connected to the embankment map.

"The eight hydrological points at the North Sluice do not need professional Observers."

"Markers, bell ringing, tide line boards, and reports every ten minutes can be used."

Wuye City Tingshui Team also connected.

That thin girl's voice was very clear.

"We can remotely teach how to listen to backflow."

"We will not enter the Luochuan site, nor will we be conscripted."

Zhong Minglin added:

"Class remuneration is charged to the public account."

Teacher Song Qing of Qinghe County immediately led students to copy the template.

[Luochuan Flood Prevention Observation Brief Form]

[Water level]

[Turbidity]

[Backflow sound]

[Embankment toe seepage]

[If you see what you don't understand, write don't understand]

Intern Liang Yu of Hai City transferred three empty vehicles over.

"Sandbag handling lacks thirty-six people, we can send mechanical skids and waterproof tow racks."

Beiyuan Mining Area sent a receipt.

"Mining short rails can be temporarily laid for fifty meters, adults pushing is faster than children carrying."

Chen Ye couldn't sit still anymore.

"I can go carry a section."

Lin Jin looked at him.

"Request form."

Chen Ye gritted his teeth and wrote:

[Chen Ye voluntarily supports the Luochuan East Embankment, pressure-bearing assistance, duration forty minutes, evacuate if shield main pattern exceeds warning, do not accept subsequent backup.]

Ye Guizhou stamped it.

This time, there was no automatic requisition whatsoever.

Looking at alternative plan after alternative plan, Liang Fu watched muddy water flow down his face.

He suddenly said in a low voice:

"So we aren't lacking people."

"It's just that we've always only known how to ask the system for occupations."

Lin Jin said:

"Now ask locally."

"Who is present, who can do what, who cannot do what, what materials are lacking, can there be demotion, can there be rotation."

Guo He wrote this sentence at the very top of the Shiqiao Primary School blackboard.

[Luochuan Local Temporary Work Order]

[Ask who is present first, do not ask about levels.]

The children quieted down a little.

A boy raised his hand.

"Teacher, I can draw the embankment route map."

The system immediately popped up:

[Recommended: Low-level Hydrological Drafter]

Guo He patted the desk.

"Stop."

She learned very quickly.

"He is helping to draw maps, not signing up for an occupation."

The boy also said loudly:

"I am just drawing where water will accumulate on the road from my house to school!"

Ye Guizhou stamped:

[Original words received]

More and more local voices connected in.

The vegetable market owner said he had forty empty woven bags.

The repair shop said they had two diesel engines.

The tricycle team said they could transport sandbags, but would not enter places where the water depth exceeded half a wheel.

The children of Shiqiao Primary School drew evacuation routes, wrote down the addresses of the elderly, and copied water level observation forms in the auditorium.

Not a single child was written into the flood prevention occupational pool.

They were helping.

But helping was not occupational pre-registration.

An hour later, the water level of the Luochuan East Embankment was still dangerous, but it had not overflowed.

All eight observation points of the North Sluice were established.

The first pump of the old pump station was restored.

All three thousand two hundred and seventeen children's pre-registration pages were returned to the instruction period.

The page no longer wrote "Basic Flood Prevention Officer".

Instead, it wrote:

[Luochuan Unawakened Protection Page]

[In this flood prevention incident, occupational pre-registration shall not be generated due to participating in drawing, delivery, observation, copying, and caregiving]

[Individuals can write I am afraid, I don't understand, I want to help, I don't want to help, talk about it later]

Liang Fu sat on the muddy ground of the embankment, not speaking for a long time.

Finally, he said towards the Shiqiao Primary School channel:

"I'm sorry."

In the auditorium, Guo He also fell silent for a long time.

She did not forgive on behalf of the children.

She only said:

"Apology received."

Ye Guizhou stamped it.

[Apology received]

[Does not equal forgiveness]

Liang Fu gave a bitter smile.

"Understood."

Luochuan temporary work order generated.

[Luochuan Case: Suspension and Substitution when a Locality Lacks a Maintenance Team]

[Principles: Locals affected can call a stop; local corroboration is valid; gaps are broken down into tasks first; helping does not generate occupations; children are not a reserve pool; localities can establish temporary work orders without waiting for confirmation from the Jiangcheng Center]

[Status: Trial operation]

In the Old Awakening Hall, Chen Ye wiped the mud off his face.

"So every place will have to build its own work orders in the future?"

"It's not that every place blindly copies Jiangcheng."

Lin Jin looked at more red dots on the map.

"It's that every place must have its own methods of calling a stop, recording, and re-checking."

As soon as his voice fell, a deeper red dot suddenly lit up on the edge of the Luochuan map.

It was not pre-registration.

It was the death page.

[Luochuan West Embankment Temporary Settlement Area]

[Rescue delay detected]

[System has automatically generated a list of presumed missing persons]

[Batch transfer to death status to release settlement quotas?]

Guo He's expression changed drastically.

"There are still people who haven't evacuated from the West Embankment!"

Liang Fu stood up abruptly.

"Who told it to transfer to death?"

On the screen, a string of names began to turn gray.

At the very top of them was a familiar name.

[Meng Jianqiu]

[Status: Lost contact at the old pump station for seventeen minutes]

[Recommendation: Presumed dead]

In the footage of the old pump station, there was only a patch of black water and intermittent tapping sounds.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Meng Jianqiu was still tapping.

Very slowly.

But still going.

Lin Jin suddenly raised his head.

"Luochuan, don't wait for us."

"Call a stop yourselves."