Make a fortune by farming: The sweetheart of the first assistant family

Huo Yunchao's eyes heated up, and he walked out of the house with a smile on his face: Putting aside his life ideals, even if it was just for his daughter's "great hero", he had to do more good deeds!

In order to allow Huo Yunchao to sleep peacefully and not to delay the disaster relief work, Xu Ning ordered Jia Er, who had come back early to rest early the day before yesterday, to inquire about the disaster situation.

Naturally, Jia Er didn't say anything. He rode his horse to the resettlement area for the victims, inspected it, and talked with Liu Yamen, who was responsible for managing the resettlement area.

Liu Yamen told Jia Er: "Everything is going well in the resettlement area for the victims. Please don't worry Mr. Hou and Mrs. Hou."

Jia Er nodded and conveyed Huo Yunchao's instructions: "Mr. Xu will be here in half an hour. If you need to make a decision then, please ask Mr. Xu to make a decision."

Liu Yamen had no objection. After training in the river embankment project, Xu Tutu had become an experienced manager. He was also the father-in-law of Pinglehou. He needed status and prestige to be the manager of the resettlement area for the victims. The best choice.

After Jia Er inspected the refugee resettlement area, he rode his horse to the second flood outlet.

Based on the memory of the original owner, Huo Yunchao found that the river embankment of the previous tofu project no longer bursts as the original owner remembered, and the area where Pingle Village is located is no longer affected by floods.

From the second day of the heavy rain, Huo Yunchao went to County Magistrate Wang and the Minister of Industry to use the prestige of the court to mobilize the people in the flood discharge area to relocate.

At that time, the heavy rain had just fallen for two days, and the people were unwilling to believe what Huo Yunchao said about the floods, thinking that Huo Yunchao was alarmist and had ulterior motives.

After all, it’s not like there haven’t been heavy rainstorms in previous years. How can floods happen so easily?

The people even suspected that Huo Yunchao deliberately used floods to occupy their land and destroy their homes.

Huo Yunchao tried hard to persuade Baali, but with little success.

After persuading the people in the flood discharge area, Huo Yunchao had no choice but to drag the Minister of Industry and County Magistrate Wang to the flood discharge port where he had asked skilled craftsmen to help him find the best location.

At that time, the Minister of Industry and County Magistrate Wang were not aware of the seriousness of the matter. They tried to persuade Huo Yunchao, hoping that he could calm down and not worry too early about things that had not happened yet.

Huo Yunchao:...

In order to convince the Minister of Industry and County Magistrate Wang, and even more to convince the people in the flood discharge area, Huo Yunchao continued to look for evidence that the flood was about to hit.

It was not until the afternoon of the third day of the heavy rain that the common people, who were uneasy due to Huo Yunchao's timely reminder, discovered the first wave of flood peak was coming during a self-organized inspection of the river!

The arrival of the flood peak confirmed that what Huo Yunchao said was true. A flood was really coming. It also shattered the illusions of the people in the flood discharge area, forcing them to face the cruel reality and start moving their families.

However, after living in my home for so many years, there are so many things piled up in my home. Regardless of whether they are valuable or not, as long as they are useful in life, they are treasures that I can’t part with.

For this reason, the people moved very slowly. When the floods ravaged their villages, they were still risking their lives to move their properties to safety.

Huo Yunchao couldn't let go, but he really couldn't save everyone, which made him exhausted physically and mentally and terrified.

In the past five days, Huo Yunchao had not had a complete and peaceful sleep, and could only sleep for a while.

Magistrate Wang and the Minister of Industry were also busy, especially the Minister of Industry. He did not expect that this business trip would encounter a flood.

The Minister of the Ministry of Industry stood at a high place and looked at the turbid brown water with a solemn expression.

Magistrate Wang who was with him looked pale, and said with a trembling voice: "Marquis Pingle is right, it will not work without blowing up the embankment to release the flood."

The Minister of the Ministry of Industry no longer hesitated: "No need to wait for Pinglehou, give me the order to light the fire and start the explosion!"

Magistrate Wang: "Pingle Hou said we have to wait a little longer. Maybe the sky will clear up soon. Then we won't have to risk our lives to light the fuses, and it will also give the people in the flood discharge area more time to escape."

"No, it will be too late if we don't blow up the embankment! Look at that place!"

Magistrate Wang looked in the direction pointed by the Minister of Industry, his eyes widened, he closed his eyes and stopped making any objection.

Centurion and Yan Dahu on the other side of the river received the order to light the fire and took action immediately. In order to ensure that the lead wire was not damp, they had to let it burn to a certain length before they could evacuate.

Yan Dahu volunteered to participate in this deadly competition with the God of Death, "Boss, please click, I will protect the lead!"

The centurion didn't refuse, and after lighting the leads according to the order they had decided by drawing lots beforehand, he ran away!

Yan Dahu noticed the centurion waiting five meters away, waved to him and shouted: "Boss, don't stand there, run away!"

The centurion scolded: "Stop talking nonsense! Come here and run with me!"

Before Yan Dahu could speak, his whole body jerked. He realized that he was being dragged away by the centurion. He staggered a few steps and finally managed to stabilize his body.

Until the centurion dragged Yan Dahu to a safe area, Yan Dahu sat down on the wet mud, collapsed and shouted: "Boss, when did you tie a hemp rope to my body? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I almost, just I almost killed you!"

The centurion was panting and put his hands on his knees. After a while, he said: "Why did I tell you earlier? If I told you earlier, you would definitely not be happy. Dragging you along will make you run like crazy. !”

Yan Dahu stopped yelling when he heard this. He wiped his face subconsciously, never thinking that he had put yellow mud on his face: "Oh my god! My face!"

When the centurion saw this, he threw his head up and laughed without sympathy, "You idiot! You put mud on your face, your three-year-old baby hasn't grown up yet?"

Yan Dahu took off his straw hat and let the heavy rain wash away the yellow mud: "Boss, I heard Mr. Hou tell the victims that if you survive a disaster, you will be blessed. It seems that we have a blessed life!"

The centurion stretched out his hand toward Yan Dahu and looked at the yellow-orange flood. He was no longer in the mood to laugh: "Aren't you talking nonsense? With a noble man like the Marquis leading us, we must be enjoying a blessing! Okay, don't You're cheating, get up quickly. What if we are of use again? Saving one more person means accumulating more merit."

"Okay! You are right to listen to what Mr. Hou said!" Yan Dahu climbed up with high morale.

The Marquis said that raising an army for a thousand days and using it for a short period of time means that soldiers should not only throw their heads and blood on the battlefield, but also have to perform well when a disaster strikes. Otherwise, how can they be worthy of the support of the people of the world?

The centurion threw his straw hat to Yan Dahu, pointed at the endless flood and said: "Let's go down the flood outlet and see if there is any blockage. If it is blocked downstream, we will have to continue bombing!"

Yan Dahu nodded heavily: "Thankfully, Mr. Hou came up with black gunpowder, otherwise, we would have to spend our lives to plug the gap."

The centurion's words were straightforward enough: "The Marquis is the living Bodhisattva sent by God to save people in distress."