He was all alone now.....

Bai Manshan didn't know how to persuade him.

At times like these, any words of comfort are inadequate.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Whether it's still there or not, let's go look for it after the flood recedes!"

"If they're still alive, continue living your lives well. If they're gone, we'll give them a proper burial. From now on, you'll live with me, and I'll arrange a place for you to live."

Hong Daniu looked at Bai Manshan beside him with bloodshot eyes.

He knew he was a good person, a very good person, otherwise he wouldn't have notified the village in such a dangerous situation.

The thought of losing his wife and children made him want to die. But he was right, they needed to be laid to rest. He had to find them first and give them a proper burial before he could go with them.

Seeing Hong Daniu reach out and take the potato, Bai Manshan breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as a person is still willing to eat and experiences emotional fluctuations, they have the will to live.

Previously, Hong Daniu had a blank face and looked like he had no will to live.

Things aren't great right now, but at least for the time being, I won't be contemplating suicide.

"Don't worry, I can arrange a place for you to live. You don't need to go far; you'll stay on this land."

"Once the flood recedes, I'll find out who your owner is. If they're willing to sell this land, I'll buy it while I'm at it."

“If you don’t want to be reminded of the past here, I can arrange for you to go somewhere else. In any case, we have to live well.”

...

The torrential rain stung his face as Bai Manshan gnawed on a cold, waterlogged roasted potato, his only thought being that he had to survive.

He hasn't seen Huyu or Qian'er yet; he can't die.

Huyu is in Nandu, and Nandu will not experience such a flood, so he should be fine.

I wonder how Qian'er is doing.

I had planned to visit Qian'er right after seeing Baijiazhuang, but an accident happened along the way. I just can't bear to leave without seeing him...

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The torrential rain lasted for four days and five nights, and finally showed signs of subsiding on the morning of the fifth day.

The dike at the entrance of Shanshui Village was already almost as high as the houses, and the further back they went, the more terrified they became.

Thinking of the bodies in the water, he couldn't sleep at night, fearing that the raging flood would carry the bodies over the dam and inundate the village.

Fortunately, the heavy rain is showing signs of stopping.

By the afternoon, the rain had stopped, and the sky was gradually clearing up.

The old village chief emerged, leaning on his cane, his steps unsteady.

"Dad, it just rained, the road is very slippery. What if you fall?" Li Wen followed on both sides, supporting his father and giving him instructions.

Li Wu also rushed over and supported her from the other side, without offering any further advice.

His father wouldn't feel at ease unless he came to check on the village's situation, and no amount of persuasion could change that.

The road surface, washed by torrential rain, was covered with dead tree branches, fallen leaves, and withered grass, plus mud from digging ditches, making the entire dirt road muddy and difficult to travel.

But people from every household in the village came out, young and old, men and women, all craning their necks and standing on tiptoe to look into the distance.

Upon seeing the old village chief emerge, they felt as if they had found their pillar of support and asked, "Old village chief, is it true that Uncle Ding said there would be a plague after the flood?"

"Would our village be able to?"

"How come there's a plague?"