Chapter 162 New worries
Fan Jin also looked at Bai Ziqian.
"Miss your parents?"
The eyes of everyone at the table were all focused on Bai Ziqian.
Hu Wenhua, Yan Qiuxinghui, Jiang Hehu and others had their parents around them, and even the relatives they cared about were around them. Everyone was safe and sound and could see each other every day.
On rainy days, they lived in peace.
Ling Ran was alone.
His maternal uncles were in Beidu, and the journey was long, so they didn't have to worry about the rain.
His biological father and stepmother were in the south, and the floods there might even be more serious than Shanshui Village, but he was not only not worried about them getting into trouble, but he even wanted to see them get into trouble in his heart!
With a stepmother, his biological father was worse than an outsider, at least outsiders could rarely hurt him.
He pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look at Bai Ziqian.
Uncle Shan and Aunt Hu Yu were good parents, and unlike his family, he could understand Bai Ziqian's worries.
If his father could think half as much as Uncle Shan, he would not be able to...
Take a deep breath, collect his thoughts, and state the facts to Bai Ziqian: "Your family is big and powerful in Nandu, with a large number of servants. Uncle Shan and Aunt Hu Yu will be fine."
Hu the butcher was just wondering how to comfort him, but when he heard Ling Ran's words, he immediately opened his mind and said happily: "Ling kid is right!
If your family is in trouble, I'm afraid that everyone in the entire Nandu Prefecture will die!"
Mother Hu rolled her eyes at the head of the family and whispered: "Don't say unlucky words."
Then she whispered to Bai Ziqian: "Your house is good, not afraid of rain, and the flood will probably not reach Nandu. Relax, wait until the rain stops and the flood recedes, and 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, separated from Qing'er by this water flow?
Whether they were worried about Qing'er or Qing'er was worried about them, they were always uneasy.
Although they were all together, Ziqian was separated from his parents by mountains, rivers and lakes.
Bai Ziqian had been thinking about the nightmare of last night all day.
In the dream, his father was washed off his horse by the flood, floating in the water without making any sound. There was a vast flood everywhere, no one came to rescue him, and nothing to cling to.
In the dream, he watched his father gradually sink to the bottom of the water, without a sound.
Trembling all over, he murmured uneasily: "I don't know if my father can still come to see me."
He, 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 make him look good, nor did he make him worry-free, and even made him worry all the time.
But his father wanted to plan and calculate for him, pave the way for him, and let him have a smooth road in the future.
Mother Hu quickly stopped him: "Puh a few times, don't say unlucky words!"
Bai Ziqian used to sneer at these things, but now he did it obediently, fearing that something would come true if he didn't do it right.
Shuiqing looked at Bai Ziqian who was in a trance and guessed: "Is this a nightmare?"
Bai Ziqian hummed.
"It's okay, dreams are the opposite." Shuiqing pretended to understand.
No matter what happened to Bai Manshan, Bai Ziqian couldn't help here. He had to take care of his body and wait for the flood to recede before returning to Nandu.
Bai Ziqian suddenly raised his head and looked at Shuiqing, and asked seriously in a daze: "Really?"
Shuiqing nodded very affirmatively: "It's more real than real gold and silver! Don't worry, parents are most worried about their children, and they will try their best to survive for their children!"
After saying this, Shuiqing realized that there was Zhaodi next to her.
Fearing that Zhaodi would feel uncomfortable, she looked at Zhaodi beside her and was about to explain a few more words. Unexpectedly, Zhaodi was really transparent, and whispered to her: "Auntie, I understand, don't worry about me."
People are different, and parents are also different.
And her parents just don't love her.
Bai Ziqian looked at Shuiqing, and his troubled heart was a little better.
He looked at the people who cared about him around the round table again, forced a smile, and said to them and himself: "Dreams are the opposite, my father will be fine."
When the flood recedes, he will go to Nandu to see his parents!
The next day
The heavy rain has been falling for three days and two nights.
I don't know if it was the effect of the dam 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 along the river.
The flood hit the bulging sacks filled with soil, splashing dirty water.
Standing on the dam made of sacks, all you can see is a vast ocean of flood, and you can't see which is the fertile land, which is the lake and which is the road.
"Ahhh!"
"Everyone!"
Fan Dazhu and Fan Erzhu, who were taking the sacks and stacking them up, screamed and retreated.
Xu Laosan joked: "What kind of people are they? Aren't they all people?"
Fan Dazhu on the embankment had already changed his face, extremely pale, pointed to the water bank, and said tremblingly: "No, it's a corpse!"
Xu Laosan and others also changed their faces.
Among the group of people, Uncle Ding was the oldest. He had been collecting herbs for many years and was agile and courageous. He immediately said: "I'll go up and take a look!"
Fan Dazhu and two people on the embankment immediately jumped down and replaced them.
Uncle Ding looked at the people in the flood, face down, no wonder they said it was a corpse, no matter who it was, lying face down in the water, it would be impossible to survive.
The man's clothes were still good, and it was estimated that he accidentally fell into the water.
"Uncle Ding, did this person drown?" Wang Gousheng wiped the water off his face and asked.
Zhang Jinniu said blankly: "Should we dig a pit and bury him?"
He thought simply, people must be buried in peace.
Wu Laoqi was thinking about reality: "What if the flood is over and the government comes to ask questions?
We bury the people, and the bodies will rot by then, and there will be no way to explain it clearly."
Others were talking: "It's only been a few days, how come the bodies can float here?"
"Will there be more later?"
"Oh my God, how many people have been affected by this flood."
In the past few days, they have been digging ditches and filling soil, and building dams to prevent floods. They were originally complaining and wailing.
When they saw the dead, they suddenly felt that what they had suffered was nothing.
Being alive, a family alive together, is more important than anything else!
"Uncle Ding, what should we do?" Everyone instinctively looked at the bravest person among them, waiting for him to make a decision.
Uncle Ding looked at the endless water, pondered for a moment, and gritted his teeth and said, "We can't bury them in our village!
We don't know if there are more or how many there are in the future. We know nothing about the situation outside. It is very easy to get plague after the flood. We must pay attention!"
When they heard about the plague, the men gathered together opened their mouths and widened their eyes.
Before, they had seen the most quarrels between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and fights between couples. If it was more serious, it was just the old people who died in the village. The heavy rains in the past two days flooded the village, and they saw it with their own eyes...
Plague?
Uncle Ding dealt with medicinal materials all day long, and he was half a barefoot doctor. He was more knowledgeable than them, and he would not joke about such things.
The joy of blocking the flood was now shrouded in a layer of dark clouds again.