Splendid peasant girl busy farming

The boat gradually went away, leaving Bingbing standing alone in the water, angry.

On the boat, the wet boatman clasped his hands together and leaned over to apologize to Yang Ruoqing and Luo Baobao.

Yang Ruoqing threw him a spare dry blanket and said, "Wrap it up and keep warm."

"Thank you, Mrs. Luo!"

The boatman wrapped himself in a blanket and looked at Baby Luo cautiously.

Luo Baobao's face was terribly gloomy.

Bingbing’s sneak attack failed earlier and he was thrown into the water three meters away by the boatman. However, Bingbing still refused to give in and wanted to chase him again.

It was Luo Baobao who took out the whip and hit Bingbing with it, shocking him so that he stopped pestering him.

The boatman was worried that he had gotten into trouble, and asked Miss Luo to draw Bingbing. Would it cause more trouble for Miss Luo?

Luo Baobao turned around and said to the boatman: "You did nothing wrong in what happened today. You are loyal to your master and you deserve a reward."

The boatman breathed a sigh of relief.

The boat continued to move forward, and behind the village, it finally saw a small boat coming from Zhengjia Village.

On the boat, there was not only Zuo Jinling, but also Luo Fengtang.

"My father and Jinling are back!"

"Yes."

The people on the oncoming boat also saw Yang Ruoqing and Luo Baobao's boat, and the two boats quickly met.

Compared to their boat which was full of water, Yang Ruoqing's boat seemed much drier.

Luo Fengtang and Zuo Jinling both came to Yang Ruoqing's boat. Yang Ruoqing brought a blanket to Luo Fengtang, but Luo Fengtang pushed it away and said, "I'm not cold, give it to Jinling."

"I can hold on, give it to Uncle Luo!" said Zuo Jinling.

He said he wasn't cold, but his face was already white from the cold and his lips were pale.

His voice was trembling a little when he spoke. It was obvious that the continuous rescue outside for the whole afternoon had consumed too much of his physical energy.

"Mom, don't we have a second blanket?" asked Baby Luo.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "This is the second one."

The first one was previously given to the boatman.

Upon hearing this, the boatman quickly took off his blanket and stuffed it into Zuo Jinling's hand: "Young Master, if you don't mind, you can use mine!"

Seeing him all wet and looking like he had just been pulled out of the water, Zuo Jinling shook his head and said, "No need. The right thing to do is to row the boat back quickly."

Luo Fengtang took the blanket from Yang Ruoqing and forcibly put it on Zuo Jinling: "Wrap it up and don't catch a cold. I have a skill to protect my body. I feel hot all over, so you don't have to worry about me!"

Zuo Jinling wanted to refuse, but Luo Baobao squeezed Luo Fengtang's big hand.

"My father didn't lie, his palms really are burning hot! Jinling, don't be polite, wrap it up quickly!"

Luo Baobao personally helped Zuo Jinling tighten the blanket on his shoulders, looking like an older sister taking care of her younger brother.

At close range, a strand of her hair brushed against Zuo Jinling's cheek, and the boy's ears turned slightly red.

Yang Ruoqing had already tested it. Luo Fengtang's blood and qi were flowing smoothly at this time, even more vigorously than usual. The vigorous blood and qi stimulated the energy of Zhiyang and Zhigang to supply the body's energy consumption, and at the same time formed a layer of defense to prevent the invasion of wind, cold and evil poison.

All this is not just the result of Luo Fengtang's qigong practice, the key is the Taizu bloodline in his body.

His ancestors were a group of extremely powerful gods, and their bloodline was truly precious. Many years ago, it was precisely because of the revival of Luo Fengtang's bloodline that he was able to survive after narrowly escaping death.

So many people joined the army, and one general's success is built on the sacrifice of countless soldiers. But he was able to step out from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood and stand at the top. Everyone praised him for his good luck and overwhelming fighting power.

These are indeed true.

But in Fangyan Da Qi, there are more than one general with strong fighting ability, but he is able to accumulate strength and then make a breakthrough.

  why?

The key is the Taizu bloodline hidden in his body!

In the final analysis, hard work is nothing compared to talent.

If a person is both talented and willing to work hard, then that's really... amazing.

In a situation like today, if it were someone else, they would have been outside in the rain and soaked in water from the time they left home in the morning until they returned home in the evening, without eating a single bite of food. Even if they were very tough, they would have suffered from hypothermia and were almost dying by now.

But Luo Fengtang is still fine, because of his Taizu bloodline, which makes him gifted.

The boat slowly sailed towards the village entrance. On the boat, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang sat at the bow, while Luo Baobao supported Zuo Jinling and sat at the stern with the boatman.

Luo Fengtang told Yang Ruoqing about the situation at the reservoir after she and Yang Huazhong left.

"After the two snakes returned to the reservoir, they have been quiet ever since. The village head of Zhengjia Village and I gathered a dozen villagers, and we built a barrier around the reservoir using trees and fishing nets. Although the barrier couldn't stop the snakes, it could warn nearby villagers not to get close to the reservoir."

"At present, we can only take precautions and try to keep villagers and poultry and livestock away from the reservoir."

Yang Ruoqing thought about it and nodded: "Well, this is indeed the only way. Our manpower is nothing compared to such a large beast."

The boat passed the place where Bingbing had fallen into the water before. Yang Ruoqing looked around but did not see Bingbing.

I think the water was too cold and Anger couldn't withstand the hypothermia, so he left in shame.

What a pity.

"Qing'er, what are you looking for?" Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Ruoqing retracted her gaze: "No, I'm not looking for anything, I'm just taking a look."

Luo Baobao, who was sitting at the stern of the boat, heard the conversation between her parents. At this moment, her eyes met Yang Ruoqing's.

  The mother and daughter both understood each other and said nothing. As for the topic of Bingbing, Luo Baobao didn't want to mention a word now!

Luo family.

After another busy day, Luo Fengtang and Zuo Jinling changed into dry clothes and each had a bowl of ginger soup to keep warm.

Then they had their meal in the cafeteria. After they were full, the paleness on the faces of the two men, especially Zuo Jinling, gradually faded away, and they looked youthful and full of vitality again.

"Aunt, all the trapped villagers have been moved to the pasture. I counted and found no casualties in the village, but there are probably about ..."

When Zuo Jinling said this, Yang Huazhong, the village head, was also present.

The flood came unexpectedly and the villagers fled in a hurry, so there was no time to investigate and count the losses caused by the flood.

Now, Zuo Jinling spent an entire afternoon wandering around the village, visiting and checking every alley, and this guy actually made a clear statistical list of the losses.

This really made Yang Huazhong, the village head, very happy, and it also gave him a clearer direction and plan in mind when he organized drainage and post-disaster home reconstruction work later. (End of this chapter)