After he and his mother-in-law separated, he built a house and stocked a warehouse full of grain and

Fan Jin also looked at Bai Ziqian.

"Miss your parents?"

All the eyes of the people at the table were focused on Bai Ziqian.

Hu Wenhua, Yan Qiuxing, Jiang Hehu, and their parents are by their side, and even their loved ones they care about are also by their side. Everyone is intact and can see each other every day.

On days of heavy rain, I felt particularly at ease.

Ling Ran was alone.

His maternal uncles were in Beidu. The journey was far away and there was no need to worry about heavy rains.

His biological father and stepmother were in the south, and the floods there might even be more serious than in Shanshui Village, but not only was he not worried about anything happening to them, he was even more willing to see something happen to them!

With a stepmother, a real father is not as good as an outsider, at least outsiders can rarely hurt him.

He pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look at Bai Ziqian.

Uncle Shan and Aunt Huyu are good parents. Unlike his family, he can understand Bai Ziqian's worries.

If his father could be as thoughtful about him as Uncle Shan, he wouldn't be able to...

Taking a deep breath, he put his thoughts back and stated the facts to Bai Ziqian: "Your family has a big business in Nandu and has many servants. Uncle Shan and Aunt Huyu will be fine."

Butcher Hu didn't know how to comfort someone, but when he heard Ling Ran's words, he immediately opened his mind and said cheerfully: "Young man Ling is right!

If something happens to your family, even the entire Nandu Prefecture will not be able to survive! "

Mother Hu rolled her eyes at the head of the household and whispered, "Don't say anything unlucky."

Then he turned to Bai Ziqian and said softly: "Your house is nice and you are not afraid of the rain. The floods will probably not reach Nandu. Don't worry. When the rain stops and the floods recede, your parents will come to see you."

She didn't dare to think about how worried they would be if they were in Niutou Town, across the water from Qing'er?

Whether they were worried about Qing'er or Qing'er was worried about them, they still felt uneasy.

My family is together, but Zi Qian is separated from his parents by mountains, rivers and lakes.

Bai Ziqian's nightmare from last night was swirling in his mind all day long.

In the dream, my father was washed off his horse by the flood, and he was floating in the water without making a sound. There was a vast ocean of water everywhere, no one came to rescue him, and there was nothing to cling to.

In his dream, he watched his father gradually sink into the water without making any sound.

His whole body trembled, and he murmured uneasily: "I wonder if daddy can still come to see me."

Can he still see his father?

For a moment, he felt that his father was at a disadvantage for having a child like him.

He couldn't give him any face, nor did he let him worry. He even kept making him worry.

But what dad wanted to do was to make plans for him, pave the way for him, and make his future smooth.

Mother Hu quickly stopped her: "Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, don't say any unlucky words!"

Bai Ziqian had always scorned these things in the past, but now he obeyed them obediently, fearing that there was something wrong with it.

Shui Qing looked at the distracted Bai Ziqian and guessed: "Is this a nightmare?"

Bai Ziqian hummed.

"It's okay, dreams are reversed." Shui Qing said pretending to understand.

No matter what happened to Bai Manshan, Bai Ziqian couldn't help here. He had to take good care of himself and wait until the flood receded before returning to Nandu.

Bai Ziqian suddenly raised his head, looked at Shui Qing, and asked seriously, "Really?"

Shui Qing nodded affirmatively: "It's more real than real money! Don't worry. As parents, you can't worry about your children the most. They will work hard to survive for the sake of their children!"

After finishing speaking, Shui Qing realized that there was a recruiter next to him.

Afraid that Zhaodi would be uncomfortable, she looked at Zhaodi beside her and was about to add a few words of explanation. Unexpectedly, Zhaodi was so transparent. Instead, he whispered to her: "Auntie, I understand, don't worry about me."

It differs from person to person and from parent to parent.

And her parents just don't love her.

Bai Ziqian looked at Shui Qing, his confused heart feeling a little better.

He looked around the round table at the people who cared about him again, smiled, and said to them, but also to himself: "The dream is reversed, my father will be fine."

When the flood recedes, he will go to Nandu to see his parents!

next day

It has been raining heavily for three days and two nights.

I don't know whether it was the effect of the embankments built along the river bank yesterday or the effect of dredging the river along the way. The flood did not spread to Shanshui Village, but went down the river.

The floodwaters hit the bulging sacks filled with soil, creating dirty splashes.

Standing on the dike made of sacks, all you can see is a vast expanse of water, and you can't see which is fertile farmland or which is lake or road.

"Ahhh!"

"Everyone!"

Fan Dazhu, who was taking the sack and going to the bases, screamed and backed away.

Xu Laosan joked: "What kind of people are they? Aren't they all human beings?"

Fan Dazhu's face on the embankment had changed, and he was extremely pale. He pointed his finger at the water bank and said tremblingly: "No, it's a corpse!"

The expressions of Xu Laosan and others also changed.

Among the group of people, Uncle Ding was the oldest. He was agile and courageous as he collected herbs all year round. He immediately said: "I'll go up and have a look!"

Fan Dazhu and the two people on the embankment immediately jumped down and replaced them.

Uncle Ding looked at the people lying face down in the flood. No wonder they were corpses. No matter who they were, they could not survive lying face down in the water.

The man's clothes were still in good condition, so he probably fell into the water accidentally.

"Uncle Ding, did this man drown?" Wang Goucheng asked, wiping the water on his face.

Zhang Jinniu said blankly: "Do you want to dig a hole and bury it?"

He thought simply, people must rest in their graves.

Wu Laoqi was thinking about reality: "What if the flood is over and the government comes to ask?

If we bury the person, the body will have rotted away, and we won’t be able to tell clearly. "

Others were talking about it: "It's only been a few days, how come corpses are floating here?"

"There won't be more later, right?"

"God, how many people have been affected by this flood."

In the past few days, they were digging trenches, loading soil, and building embankments to block floods. They were complaining and crying.

The moment I saw the dead people, I suddenly felt that what they had suffered was nothing.

Living and living as a family is more important than anything else!

"Uncle Ding, what should we do?" Everyone instinctively looked at the boldest among them, waiting for him to make up his mind.

Uncle Ding looked at the endless water, pondered a little, gritted his teeth and said: "You can't be buried in our village!

I don’t know if or how many there will be in the future. We don’t know anything about the situation outside. It’s very easy to get plague after a flood, so we have to pay attention! "

Hearing about the plague, the men gathered together opened their mouths and widened their eyes.

In the past, they had seen the most quarrels between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and fights between husband and wife. No matter how serious it was, it was only people in the village who died of old age. Heavy rains flooded the village in the past two days, and they saw it with their own eyes...

plague?

Uncle Ding deals with medicinal materials all day long, and he is considered to be one of the top half of the barefoot doctors. He is more knowledgeable than them, and he will not joke about this kind of thing.

The joy of blocking the flood was now covered with a cloud again.