Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 1131. The Courage to Start Over (Part 1131)

"Has your friend ever drunk the flood wine?"

"This... I'm not sure." Dong Qiangqiang admitted honestly.

Seeing Dong Qiangqiang was speechless, Peter pondered for a few seconds, then slowly stood up and waved his hand, throwing the mud dot onto Dong Qiangqiang naturally: "Come on, I'll show you. People who haven't drunk (wine) should try it first before making a decision."

"Is it convenient?" Dong Qiangqiang had just said politely when Peter turned around and strode into the winery. Seeing this, Dong Qiangqiang hurriedly speeded up to catch up.

Peter's winery is similar to and different from other German wineries Dong Qiangqiang has visited. The difference is that there are far fewer buildings than green plants in Peter's winery. It is more like a small garden, with rows of tall trees that Dong Qiangqiang cannot name, and garden trails carefully built with different varieties of low green plants and flowers. Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help but think that this place must be an attractive scene of lush flowers and trees in midsummer. Of course, this is all a picture he made up in his mind. Now the winery only has buildings buried in mud, empty window frames on the buildings, uprooted low green plants, withered flowers and willows, and branches that are gradually thinning in the wind.

Following the direction the two were heading, Dong Qiangqiang noticed that opposite the winery gate was a hexagonal granite building that looked extremely heavy and solid.

He guessed that it should be Peter's wine cellar, and soon got confirmation from Peter.

"You came at the right time. In order to allow cars to come in, this road from the winery gate to the wine cellar entrance was just cleared this morning. This way it will be much faster to clear (the garbage) later." Peter explained.

Dong Qiangqiang suddenly realized and was also surprised: "The garbage outside the winery is just the garbage on this road?"

"No, the garbage outside is the garbage on the ground floor of the winery and the underground floor of the wine cellar." Peter continued to walk forward and drew a large circle in the air in front of his chest with his hand. "Manpower is limited. We need more time to clear every floor of the wine cellar."

"Every floor? How many floors are there in total?"

"One floor above ground and three floors underground." Peter answered without turning his head. "The above ground floor is the winery's exhibition hall and tasting room, and the third floor underground is used to store different wines."

After approaching the wine castle, Dong Qiangqiang walked around it and took a closer look. The more he looked, the more he felt that it was exactly the same as the battle bunker in "Red Alert" that he played in high school.

On the ground outside the wine castle, you can see traces of a barrier made of sandbags to prevent floods, but only two short piles can be seen.

Dong Qiangqiang touched the sandbag with his foot in confusion: "How can it work if it's so short?" "This is the bottom one, there is another circle on top, but they were either washed away or washed into the wine cellar. Look ahead..." Peter pointed at the entrance of the wine cellar and said calmly, "The flood came quickly and violently, and the protection system of the wine cellar quickly cut off the power automatically. As a result, the safety doors at the entrance of the wine cellar and each underground floor stopped before they could be lowered. All our efforts were saved."

Dong Qiangqiang looked at the entrance of the wine cellar. There were ten steps from the ground to the entrance of the wine cellar. There was a small square platform between the top step and the entrance of the wine cellar. As expected, there were sandbags leaning weakly against the angle between the small platform and the outer wall. He thought to himself: According to what Peter said, there is a circle of sandbags on the outer edge of the wine cellar. The ten steps are not short, and there is another circle on the steps. It can be considered armed to the teeth, but when the flood really comes, the so-called sandbag defense system will be as broken as the Maginot Line. Of course, this can't be blamed on the incompetence of the sandbags. Who made it a tsunami this time?

"Can't you claim compensation from the company that sold the wine cellar protection system? After all, your loss is not a small amount."

"It's hard to say now. Let's go in and take a look."

The first step Dong Qiangqiang took into the main entrance of the wine cellar landed him in the mud, but he didn't bother to look at his feet. His eyes were attracted by a giant overturned wooden wine barrel. At a glance he could tell that if the barrel stood up, it would be much taller than him.

The dark red wine barrel has a strong visual texture. There are two barrel hoops as thick as an adult's arm around the barrel. The rivets on the barrel hoops look like a smaller hamburger. The round cover facing the front is embossed with two patterns: the upper part is the Moselle River, which is like a river of wine. The riverside and the vineyard terraces all over the mountains are integrated. In the middle of the terraces, you can vaguely see people working hard. The lower part is engraved with German and the winery logo written in artistic words. The logo is a goddess wearing ancient costumes, holding a wine pot in one hand and a bunch of grapes in the other. The goddess is dignified and peaceful, giving people a sense of intimacy and nature, and the grapes are also lifelike. Dong Qiangqiang can't read the artistic words, so he guessed that it is related to the history of the winery.

"On the day the security door had problems, thanks to it being here, not many things were lost from the lower floors. Most of them were just thrown around in the wine cellar. Thank God." Peter patted the wine barrel gratefully, and it made a dull thumping sound.

Next to the wine barrel was the entrance to the winery's exhibition hall. Looking at the leaky window frames and the dirty mud in the hall, Dong Qiangqiang estimated that the exhibition hall and the tasting room were also in a terrible state. The place that was originally a facade had become a ruin. Visiting it was equivalent to exposing the owner's shortcomings. He quickly pointed to the steps extending downwards on the other side of the wine barrel and asked, "Do I have to go down to see the Hongshui wine?"

"Yes, but you have to put on your waterproof clothing first," Peter said, pointing to a row of clothes racks not far away.

Dong Qiangqiang was no stranger to waterproof clothing. He had worn it when he was digging a pond and shoveling mud from the bottom of the pit at home. He put it on quickly.

Peter took down the two handle lamps hanging on the other end of the clothes hanger, and he and Dong Qiangqiang each held one. Peter walked down first, while reminding Dong Qiangqiang to be careful of the slippery steps under his feet.

6◇9◇Book◇Bar

The two men walked down the stairs. The lights on the top of the stairs were all dim. With the help of the daylight outside, Dong Qiangqiang could clearly see that the stairs leading to the basement were covered with wet mud. He also followed Peter's example, holding the lamp in his left hand and slowly moving down while holding the wall with his right hand.

A gust of wind with a damp and foul smell blew up violently from below. Dong Qiangqiang was still wondering how the wind could blow upwards from below, when Peter, who was leading the way, had already turned the corner.

Dong Qiangqiang quickened his pace and unconsciously put his center of gravity on his right hand. The wall was slippery and sticky. He unconsciously glanced at the wall and noticed that there was a crooked, brown water line at the top of the wall. He immediately realized that this line recorded the unimaginable height of the flood that night. Peter, who had gone down to a deeper place, turned on the hand lamp. With the help of the other person's light, he found that the ceiling lamp was also covered with traces of being kissed by the flood. He was secretly surprised, and naturally in his mind, there emerged a picture of the flood crossing the sandbags, pouring into and filling the entire wine cellar without any hindrance, and playing with all kinds of bottles and jars at will.