Beauty is too weak to be bullied

Chapter 85 It seems that we have the same goal
The rain was "crashing" and the water level kept rising.

Du Qingtan stood on the cabinet, looking at the dark sky, listening to the sobs of children and the sighs of women, feeling unprecedentedly heavy and urgent.

She remembered a poem about the flood in Chang'an.

"The wind, rain, and autumn are one after another, and the four seas and the eight deserts are the same cloud.

It is no longer possible to distinguish Malay cows, so what is the difference between turbid Jing and Qing Wei?
He head has black ears and ears, and there is no news from the farmer.

Dou rice in the city for quilt silk, I want Xu Ning to talk about the relationship between the two. "

She remembered that in the previous floods in Chang'an, more than 500 households in a whole district were flooded overnight and disappeared.

She thought, if the water continues to rise tonight, where should they go?
Everyone knows that floods are coming and they have to go to higher places.

The problem is, the whole square area is locked between the square wall and the square gate, where can we go?
wall?roof?
What if the water is higher than these places?

That is catastrophe.

No one will hear the cries of these grasslands, and no one can see the misery of these grasslands.

If you don't go up, you can only be gravel, submerged in the bottom of the water, silently, and then crushed into dust by the tide.

If you don't go up, you can only be fish and meat, let others slaughter you, you have no power to fight back, and use your flesh and blood to make mud on the soles of others' feet.

"I've decided." She said to Yang Shi, "I'm going to move to Pingkangfang."

anyway.

Even if there is an abyss behind, even if there are thorns under the feet.

She will also move to Pingkangfang with her whole family.

She doesn't want the house to collapse in the middle of the night and be soaked in pickles by the icy rain.

She should not be on tenterhooks, worrying day and night whether someone will harm herself and her family.

Mrs. Yang didn't know about Wu Ba Niang's borrowing of the house yet, so she sighed in a low mood: "It's not that easy, the house price over there is unattainable."

Du Qingtan didn't answer, but asked Cailan to hold Tuantuan on her back.

Cailan usually eats a lot and grows strong, but now it plays a decisive role, and she can easily carry Tuan Tuan without being too tired.

"Actually, it's not impossible."

Mrs. Wang timidly said: "This room is full of books. If you sell it, you can exchange it for a house in Pingkangfang."

Mrs. Yang shook her head violently: "That's impossible. It was passed down from the ancestors. I don't know how many generations it took to have these. If we sell books for the sake of a good house, how can we hold our heads up and be human?"

Mrs. Wang said embarrassingly, "That's what I said, don't take it seriously."

Cailan and Lao Yutou quietly looked at Du Qingtan, Wu Niang really did it.

Du Qingtan lowered his head halfway, looking at the shadow of the lamp dangling on the muddy water under his feet, without saying a word.

"The water has receded, the water has receded!" Wang Caoya roared.

Du Qingtan waved the lantern, and sure enough, he saw the sewage under his feet gradually receding, and a lot of furniture was exposed.

"Hua la, hua la" the sound of water sounded, and Dugu Buqiu walked over with difficulty despite the heavy rain.

He vigorously wiped the rainwater off his face, knocked his upper teeth and lowered his teeth, and said: "The water outlet and the drain have been dredged, they were blocked by mud just now."

Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Wang recited "Amitabha".

Dugu Buqiu climbed up the cabinet slowly, sat down at Du Qingtan's feet, closed his eyes and leaned softly towards her.

It was icy and cold, and Du Qingtan couldn't help shivering.

She squatted down and pushed him: "Do you want to sleep? Don't sleep, you will catch a cold."

He opened his eyes and said something in a low voice.

She couldn't hear clearly, so she had to lean over: "What?"

He whispered next to her ear: "The rain is really heavy, not only our place, but the whole street is flooded, many houses are worse than ours.

At least half of the houses collapsed or leaked, but the foundation of our house is higher than others, and we have been strengthening and repairing gutters these days, so it is unlikely.

Last night before going to bed, Wang Bao and I checked the drains and the walls, and they were all fine.This is a man-made disaster. "

Du Qingtan didn't make a sound, and said after a long time: "Why are you injured?"

"For the sake of getting ahead."

Under the dim light, Dugu Buqiu hooked his pale lips, and smiled cynically: "In order not to be hungry, in order not to be flooded."

He rolled his eyes and pinched his eyes at her: "Du Wuniang, I've changed my mind. I don't want to buy a house here. I want to buy a house in Pingkangfang and Chongrenfang. I want to buy that kind of big bluestone as the foundation. The tall kind."

"I also want to move to Pingkangfang and Chongrenfang." Du Qingtan said softly, "I want to live like a human being, not like a pig or dog."

"Yo, it seems that we are like-minded." Dugu Buqiu looked at her and smiled unscrupulously: "There is no wine, otherwise we would have to have a drink."

"Who says there's no wine?"

Old Yu Tou's voice suddenly sounded between the two of them.

Dugu Buqiu was so frightened that he sat up straight and stuttered: "You...you...why are you here?"

"The old slave has always been here."

Old Yu squatted behind him with his head, his tone was natural and innocent.

"It's what you said before, let the old slave take good care of Wu Niang, in case someone would take advantage of the chaos and harm her, the old slave has been guarding here... never leaving."

Old Yu raised his hatchet at Dugu Buqiu: "Look at this, if someone wants to do something bad, this old slave will give him a hit first."

Dugu didn't ask for a reason, and felt a wave of fear, quickly moved aside, keeping a distance from Du Qingtan.

He anxiously shouted at Old Yu, "Put it away, the sword has no eyes, what if it falls and hurts me?"

Old Yutou smiled, put away the hatchet and jumped out of the cabinet, went to pick up Wang Bao and his son who had just returned, and brought back a jar of dirty wine.

Wang Dalang was only one and a half years old, and he couldn't bear the cold for a long time. Wang Bao couldn't help but poured a big mouthful of wine into his mouth, and said, "Warm up."

Dugu didn't ask to touch the bowl with Du Qingtan, and took a sip gently.

The night is so long.

As the water level dropped, those who stood changed to sit.

The women snuggle up, wrapping their babies between them, protecting them with each other's warmth.

The men leaned together, cursing the government's inaction in low voices.

At this moment, there is no rich or poor, no noble or poor, no clean ladies and annoying children.

Everyone is just grassroots.

Grassmen who succumbed to natural disasters and power.

I do not know how long it has been.

A ray of fish-belly white tore through the dark sky, and a ray of sunlight squeezed out with difficulty and landed on Du Qingtan's eyelashes.

Warm and somewhat unreal.

"It's sunny! The rain has stopped!" Wang Caoya roared.

Du Qingtan opened his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep leaning on Dugu Buqiu's shoulder at some point.

And the flood water receded below the foundation of the house.

Mrs. Wang wept with joy, and hugged Mrs. Yang tightly: "We won't die, the children can still live!"

Du Qingtan sat up straight, raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the ray of sunlight in the sky, his body was full of strength.

A new, more abundant force.

(End of this chapter)