Li Zhiyuan turned around, staring at the well on the dam.
"Brother Runsheng, you stay here."
"Okay."
"Brother Binbin, do you still have the strength?"
Tan Wenbin nodded vigorously: "Still can."
"Thanks for your hard work."
"Brother Xiao Yuan, it's nothing, trust me."
Li Zhiyuan and Tan Wenbin went back onto the small dam, because Run Sheng, carrying Zhou Yong, was still lingering on the outskirts and did not come in, so the girl and the woman in the house were not drawn to move again.
Lifting the cone hat off the well cover, Li Zhiyuan picked up the rope on the bucket next to him, tied it around himself, and then threw the other end of the rope to Tan Wenbin.
"Hold onto it."
"Okay." For safety, Tan Wenbin also wrapped the rope around himself twice and made a "done" gesture.
