Fan Qian couldn't sit still any longer.

Fan Damu couldn't sit still any longer!

"Dad, the flood can't rise any higher! What if our house floods?" Fan Dazhu paced anxiously around the house, muttering to himself.

Fan Erzhu was also anxious, "Didn't Uncle Li say yesterday that he was going to build a dike to stop the flood? I thought they would start building it overnight, why hasn't there been any progress for so long?"

“They’re always willing to do anything for the village, but now that there’s a flood, they’re not worried at all. How can they be like this!” Fan Sanzhu complained.

These past two days, Fan Damu has only been thinking about how he doesn't have a house, and the old village chief can't do anything about it!

Looking at the floodwaters that are about to inundate the house, I feel panicked.

Their whole family lives in Fanqian's house. If Fanqian's house is flooded again, where can they move to?

A large family of nearly ten people—which family in the village would be willing to take them in?

Who knows when this torrential rain will stop!

Moreover, the floodwaters were dirty and smelly, bringing mud, dead wood, rotten leaves, excrement, and other debris into the homes, making it impossible to walk or live there.

He rushed out and said to Fan Qian and the others in the main room, "We must go find the old village chief!"

He should mobilize the entire village to build the dike. It's not like your house is in front and others are behind, so they can't just build it for you. This is a village-wide matter; every other household in the village must send someone to help!

Fan Qian had originally planned this.

If you want to build a dike to stop floods, one family alone is definitely not enough!

Not to mention there aren't enough sacks, even if he and his four sons were all sent over to carry soil, it wouldn't be enough.

"But, when Li Wen came last night, did we offend him by talking like that?"

Knowing that the torrential rain wouldn't stop and the floodwaters were rising so quickly, I shouldn't have spoken so definitively yesterday evening!

There should at least be some leeway, a way out.

Fan Qian regretted it somewhat, as did Fan Dazhu and the other three.

It would be bad if Li Wen held a grudge.

Fan Damu curled his lip indifferently and pointed out, "Who knew back then that the flood would rise so quickly?"

Besides, we're not doing this for ourselves; we're doing it for the whole village, for everyone's houses. That's why we asked the old village chief to rally the men to build the dike!

It's not for my own benefit, but for everyone's.

The old village chief and Li Wen shouldn't have let their personal grievances affect the entire village!

We cannot disregard the village's well-being and ignore everyone's houses.

Fan Qian immediately understood.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of large, yellow teeth.

"Yes, Brother Da Mu is right! Let's go find the old village chief now."

The old village chief coldly observed the group of people in front of him, slowly sipping his tea without saying a word.

After Fan Qian finished speaking, he became a little anxious when he saw that the old village chief was not speaking. He urged, "Old village chief, this is a matter for everyone in the village, not just my family. You have to step forward and make a decision!"

Fan Damu nodded emphatically from the side.

The old village chief blew on the tea foam in his bowl and finally spoke slowly, "No rush, wait a little longer."

Fan Dazhu couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa Village Chief, what are we waiting for?"

The rain is so heavy, it doesn't stop at all, it's like the sky has been torn open, what are we waiting for?

If they wait any longer, his house might be washed away by the flood or the foundation might be destroyed by water!

"Wait for the rain to stop, maybe the rain will stop."

I know you're anxious, but please don't rush.

Let's see after today.