Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Home ruined
"Ah, my fururaki, my fururaki is back!"

Mrs. Jiawang hadn't shed her tears yet, she hugged the bundle as if she was hugging the whole world, she immediately burst into a smile.

"Ah, this bundle is really destined to be with us. You damned threw it out earlier, but you threw it on the boat, hahaha..."

Mrs. Jiawang was very happy holding the bundle.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Auntie, Uncle Jiawang's technique is not so accurate, Tang Yazi picked it up from the water with a penny and put it here."

"Ah? Is that so? Thank you so much Tang Yazi!"

Mrs. Jiawang said, she gave Jiawang another look, and snorted.

Jiawang felt speechless, and buried his head to find the seam of the boat, wishing he could get himself drilled.

It's a pity that this boat was built by Zuo Jingling. As the successor of the Mohist school, Zuo Jingling not only inherited the wisdom and talent of Zuo Junmo, but also did not lose to his father in terms of rigor.

How could he allow the boats he designed and built to have the kind of seams and loopholes that can drill people?

Even a gap that allows a fly to get in is not allowed!

So Jiawang couldn't find the seam and had to raise his head again, he had nothing to do with Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang basically didn't like this kind of unruly villagers, but since the other party was his father-in-law's cousin, he couldn't say much, but his face was definitely indifferent, clearly showing displeasure.

Jiawang can see it, so the next step is an awkward chat.

Fortunately, Yang Ruoqing was on the boat to smooth things over. She told Jiawang and his wife: "...you are lucky to meet us this time, but good luck will not always favor you, and you will be sent to the resettlement site later, so don't be alone. Sneaked into the village, if something happens, no one will end it for you."

Jiawang's face flushed red, and he naturally nodded repeatedly, promising that he would never be confused again.

His mother-in-law is also a little embarrassed, but compared to those embarrassments, she is most concerned about herself now.

I didn't feel much in the water before, I just felt that the water was cool, not very cold.

But when I got on the boat, my wet clothes stuck to my body, and when the wind blew, oh my god, it was so cold that my hairs stood on end.

After sitting for a while, her teeth were trembling, and she tightly hugged the bundle in her arms, trying to get a little heat and temperature from it.

But the burden roll has been soaked for a long time, not only can't give her warmth, on the contrary, it is continuously absorbing the remaining heat from her body.

Mrs. Jiawang was so cold that she wished she could throw the bundle back into the water.

Luo Fengtang originally planned to send Yang Ruoqing back to the village entrance directly, because he met the Jiawang couple along the way, which reminded him of Jiang Xianjun who also sneaked into the village before.

Luo Fengtang was worried that there would be similarly trapped villagers sneaking away in other corners of the village. After all, Changping Village was a large village with more than 200 households and thousands of people.

So Luo Fengtang propped up the boat and turned a corner at the intersection ahead, and then went to the next alley.

Mrs. Jiawang hugged her shoulders and shivered from the cold, her teeth colliding together and rattling.

Seeing Luo Fengtang turn around, she asked in a trembling voice, "Tang Yazi, why are you going there? The settlement is on the other side!"

Unless it is absolutely necessary, Luo Fengtang absolutely does not want to talk to these ignorant and stupid village women.

Faced with his silence, Mrs. Jiawang was at a loss.

Yang Ruoqing knew what her man was thinking, so she smiled and took the words to explain: "Don't worry, Auntie, let's go over there again and see if there are any disobedient villagers like you trapped."

Mrs. Jiawang was dumbfounded, and really wanted to say: I'm freezing to death, can you send me back to the resettlement site first?
Jiawang touched her body quietly, implying that she should stop talking, and at the same time nodded repeatedly to Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, "Okay, okay, let's go together, and we can help!"

……

After the boat went around for a while, no other trapped villagers were found, at least not on this route map.

Luo Fengtang was still worried, and would slow down while holding the boat in front of nearby houses, shouting to ask questions.

The house is very quiet and there is no one.

The doors and windows of most people's houses were washed away by the water. From the outside, one could see at a glance that the Eight Immortals table in the main room inside was only exposed by the water, and there were all kinds of things floating on the water.

The house was dark and quiet, as if no one had lived in it for a long, long time.

Jiawang was originally helping and yelling loudly, but suddenly he became quiet, and his eyes were red.

"Laixi his father, what's the matter with you? Are you crying?"

The woman sitting next to him was surprised.

This question attracted the eyes of Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, Jia Wang was a little uncomfortable, turned his face to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, I really cried. Why do you say you are crying?" Mrs. Jiawang was even more puzzled.

Xin said that I, a woman shivering from the cold, didn't cry, but you still cry, don't be shy!
Yang Ruoqing didn't smile, she looked at Jiawang: "Uncle Jiawang, have you hurt yourself?"

Jiawang turned his face and nodded silently.

"I used to feel nothing when looking at these adobe houses in the village, but now I see them all submerged in the water. The tables, chairs and furniture in the house are all soaked. The home is not like home, and the people are not like people. I have an indescribable feeling in my heart, that is, it is very uncomfortable..."

Yang Ruoqing nodded lightly.

The home was destroyed, the painstaking efforts were drowned, the family members were displaced, and the feeling of living in the wind and sleeping in the open, only those who have experienced it can understand the bitterness.

"Uncle Jiawang, don't be sad, natural disasters are inevitable." Yang Ruoqing comforted Jiawang.

"As long as people are okay, we can still build the house and make new furniture after the flood is over. As long as the family is together, the home will still be there!"

Jiawang nodded with red eyes, yes, just keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood, just grit your teeth and stick to it.

Mrs. Jiawang was also infected by their words, she sat there depressed, and quietly wiped away her tears.

"Can you not be distressed, but what can we do? Besides, it's not just our family, everyone is the same, and the ten miles and eight villages are the same. Let's think about it!"

"Hey, what my aunt said is right, we have to think about the good, and there is hope in being a human being." Yang Ruoqing praised Mrs. Jiawang.

Mrs. Jiawang was stunned for a moment, then she waved her hands in embarrassment and smiled.

"Hey, I'm just talking nonsense to make you laugh."

Yang Ruoqing said again: "Auntie, since you understand those principles, you are not allowed to sneak into the village again!"

Mrs. Jiawang blushed, and waved her hands again and again: "No, no, I promise to stay at the resettlement site obediently, and listen to Li Zheng's arrangement with you."

Yang Ruoqing added: "If someone else wants to sneak into the village..."

"I'll go and persuade!" Mrs. Jiawang rushed to promise.

(End of this chapter)