Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 39: The rain pours down on the old things and the sun rises, and the new lyrics are composed

The sky was gloomy and the sun hadn't been seen for two or three days.

The pines on the distant mountains had not been burned, but they were already close to the color of pine soot ink. Guan Yin was secretly a little worried - she thought of the people who were drowned by heavy rain in the format that Cheng Heng called "North-South Combination".

It seems that the death of the neighboring couple’s child was also related to the rain.

After all, everything related to water seems to always accompany Chinese history, sometimes it is wisdom, sometimes it is bravery, and sometimes it is the lesson of "it is never too late to mend the fold after the sheep have been lost"...

In this unfamiliar environment, Guan Yin was afraid of a storm that could come at any time, but he lacked a force he could trust to protect him.

"My dear, it's just a heavy rain, this house can still withstand it."

Liu Jiaoan didn't know that Guan Yin was not afraid of the rain, but the flash floods and mudslides that might come with it - if the story in the tune hadn't happened yet, but the original body knew the truth about corruption, and took advantage of the popularity of this song to get people who could understand and manage it to do something about it?

"Yeah." But Guan Yin didn't know how to tell Liu Jiaoan about these things. Things that he couldn't chew through and had to swallow were like a piece of vegetable stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down. It was really uncomfortable.

"My husband, I went to the market yesterday and they all said that the rain wouldn't be heavy."

The more unprepared a natural disaster is, the more people will be affected. Guan Yin subconsciously thought of the geography question he saw on the paper that his colleague in the office had graded, and subconsciously looked up to see the nearby mountains.

Later generations cut down trees and hollowed out mountains for resources, so the mountains collapsed easily. It was not until people realized the problem and planted trees to stabilize the soil that things gradually got better.

The mountains are now full of green, but it is not that there is no logging. Pine soot ink, ink, and all kinds of ink always need firewood, and always need trees. So everything is relative. After all, it is easy to lose sight of one thing while focusing on another. There must be a limit to the time when you use your axe and saw in the mountains and forests.

"Yes, sir, nothing will happen if we don't leave the house."

San Heng felt that her husband was worrying too much.

No, I am becoming more and more worried.

The rain finally came down with a clatter. The small kitchen that had just been repaired was solid, and the first gust of rain, which was not very strong, did not shake it at all.

In this room where people lived, the rain poured in through the windows, making the already deformed table even more unrecognizable. But the rain kept falling, and going out in the rain would definitely catch a cold, so no one dared to take the risk, and Liu Jiaoan would not allow anyone to take the risk.

"Sanheng, go heat up some hot water for your wife and husband."

When Sanheng brought over a bowl of hot water with a few leaves of tea and a little bit of shredded ginger during a brief break in the rain, it was a lifesaver for everyone.

We didn’t dare to light a fire in the small house, so the warmth that a cup of ginger tea could bring was unimaginable.

It's no wonder that Sanheng felt that her husband was worrying too much. Instead of thinking about whether he would lose his life due to this or that accidental incident, it would be better for him to learn from Sanheng and prepare ginger tea early, put some dry firewood in a relatively dry place, and heat the water in time.

"Madam, if the rain gets heavier, won't it break the dam?" After drinking the ginger tea, Guan Yin had the energy to think about additional questions. The question of the dam breaking that had been lingering in his mind was asked out loud at this time.

"This rain is not as bad as the one last year. Besides, the dike has been reinforced and is supervised by the imperial envoy... It won't happen again."

The word "again" explained everything, and Guan Yin realized that there was no need to delve into whether the "salvation" really existed. At least the deceased people really existed, and this was not without human intervention.

"Madam, whether it's floods or droughts, the real horror is not natural disasters, but man-made disasters."

If there are only natural disasters and few solutions, use a small number of people to exchange for more people. When the economy is good, use losses to exchange for lives. No matter what the situation is, you can always achieve a small win big, and the weak win the strong - this is man conquering nature.

It has lasted for thousands of years, and it's all been tacitly understood... It's a pity that sometimes a person's selfishness can destroy everything.

"Yeah, it's always man-made disasters."

Hearing his wife and husband talking about these heavy topics again, Sanheng didn't want to get involved. He turned his head and looked at the yard through the gap in the door.

The rain that had started falling again had broken many leaves of the trumpet creeper vine. Sanheng remembered that his wife and husband both liked this vine. He suddenly felt a little worried. If the trumpet creeper did not grow as well next year as it did this year, would his wife and husband be disappointed?

As Sanheng was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a chill on the side of his face, followed by an itchy feeling, as if a small insect was crawling on it.

"always?"

"How many people died in that flash flood, and how many people were implicated... Of course, I heard this from my father."

"these years……"

“Fortunately, I haven’t seen it in these years.”

Finally, he was attracted by the conversation between his wife and husband. Sanheng seemed to understand it, but not quite. His face felt cold and itchy, but he was distracted and ignored it.

Guan Yin felt that there was something meaningful in Liu Jiaoan's look at him just now, as if she saw through his temptation, but she was willing to tell him the story she had heard.

The conversation between the two people stopped. As the frequency of being "harassed" became more and more frequent, Sanheng finally couldn't help but reached out and wiped his face. It was cold to the touch.

It turned out to be water. The three people noticed the water leaking from the roof almost at the same time. Although the dripping was slow, it also indicated that there was a crack in the roof of the house.

Water dripping wears away stone. After a while, this house will become uninhabitable.

Having lived in the building for too long, the last time Guan Yin saw the ceiling leaking was in the Beijing subway during the rainy season. There was a "Beware of Slipping" sign and a fancy bucket that added an obstruction to the already crowded road.

Fortunately, the rain really stopped after a short time, just as everyone except Guan Yin said.

Before the sun came out, bursts of bird calls indicated that the rain had really stopped.

"Husband, the rain has stopped."

"Madam, sir, the rain has stopped."

The rain stopped, but people had to get up and clean up the rain water inside and outside the house.

Fortunately, these people were only three people living in this courtyard that could not be considered as one floor, and most of the other houses could withstand such routine wind and rain.

A rainbow was formed in the middle of the mountain, with both ends hidden deep in the mountains, leaving only the middle part shining brightly. Guan Yin stood there for a long time, subconsciously reaching for his pocket to take out his phone to take a picture.

"Husband, it's enough for us to have Sanheng and I here. Go and check on the desk and the manuscripts."

Compared to her husband, Liu Jiaoan is clearly the backbone of this family. Guan Yin came to his senses belatedly and nodded, then went straight into the house.

(End of this chapter)