Yu Jiao wakes up one day to find herself transmigrated into the body of a poor rural girl, sold off in a marriage of luck to a sickly man.
Thinking she’s landed in a farming-romance novel, ...
"Dad, Mom, we're going back too." The courtyard that Yu Hanshan bought was already dilapidated, and after this disaster, he was afraid that the situation would not be very good. After he said that, he led Li Xiu'e and Zhao away.
The gate of the Yu family's courtyard was wide open and a corner of the wall had collapsed. Yu Ruhai waded into the yard in knee-deep water and asked Yu Qiaoshan to let him down.
There were a lot of debris floating in the water in the yard, and two chairs were leaning in the water. The small hut where Yu Jiao had just woken up and stored debris had collapsed, but the other houses looked fine from the outside.
But the house was in a mess. All the furnishings had been moved and tilted here and there. All the smaller objects were gone. It was heartbreaking to see such a good home turned into such a mess.
But in comparison, these are nothing.
What was more important was the food at home, so Yu Ruhai and others hurried to the house in Fangshan where the grain was stored.
The door of the room was also washed open by the flood. Several people entered the house with trepidation. Looking at the grain piled up like a small hill in the house, which was only tilted at one corner, Yu Ruhai's expression relaxed, and Yu Qiaoshan also breathed a sigh of relief.
There is now a hole in the roof where it was leaking.
Yu Qiaoshan walked forward, lifted the wet oily cotton paper, reached out and touched it. His eyes lit up, "I feel it's dry inside!"
Yu Ruhai also reached his hand in and peeled back the oil-cotton paper a little more. The edge of the grain bag was wet, but the grain inside was not affected.
"Thanks to Miss Meng for thinking of using this oil-cotton paper to prevent moisture, a lot of food was preserved." Yu Qiaoshan said happily.
"Cover it up quickly. We don't know when the sky will clear up. Let's find a way to get rid of the water in the house." Yu Ruhai said.
There is still food at home, enough to make people feel at ease.
The Yu family is lucky. In comparison, those families whose old houses collapsed are much more miserable. When the house is gone, everything is gone.
Many people sat in front of the houses that had collapsed into ruins and cried out loudly. The cries spread throughout the village, making people feel sad.
The most important thing right now is to drain the water in the village first. Since Yu Qiaoshan has become the village head, he must consider the villagers, but how to drain the water is a problem.
The people from the first and second houses went to clean up their houses. Yu Qiaoshan found a shovel and walked around the village. When he reached the end of the village, he found that the water level in the Qingshui River had decreased a lot. It should be that the drainage of the Zhiyuan Canal was effective, and the water in the river flowed westward.
He returned to the village and called some strong young men to dig ditches in front of every household and release water to the foot of the mountain.
The men were busy digging ditches to drain water, while the women were at home cleaning the houses.
They worked until dark. There was no smoke rising from the village. The men all went home carrying shovels and hoes. Every household was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.
A lot of water flowed to the foot of the mountain, but the flow was very slow.
The bed was wet, and the bedding and clothes in the closet were also wet. Water could even be wrung out of them. There was no dry firewood to light, so this was destined to be a sleepless night.
We sat together and endured this difficult night. The next day, the sky finally cleared up.
Looking at the sun slowly rising in the east, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The sunlight shining on their bodies was like a new life, and it could dispel the coldness in their hearts.
The water in the village has receded, and a thick layer of silt has accumulated on the ground. Wherever you step on it, a deep footprint is left.
Qingyan Mountain is still majestic and green under the sunshine, as if nothing had happened.
But the mess in the village was all traces of the ravages of the flood.