Boom!
At this moment, a burst of explosions suddenly came from the distant mountains.
Then the earth shook.
"The earth dragon is turning over?" Someone shouted.
The scene suddenly became chaotic.
Magistrate Chai held up a megaphone and shouted, "Don't move. We are in an open space. We will be fine."
However, the villagers were so frightened that they simply refused to obey orders.
Two gunshots were heard in the sky.
The scene finally quieted down.
Old Ji'an came running over from behind, covered in mud, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Don't be afraid, it's not a landslide, it's just that there has been too much rain recently, causing a landslide in the mountain."
Mudslides occur every year, but none is as earth-shattering as today.
The whole ground was shaking.
Thick smoke billowed from the distant mountains.
In the center of the crowd, several elders from the Matouya Brigade looked in the distance at the direction where the sound came from. It was unknown what they were thinking, and their faces all turned pale.
Soon, their premonition came true.
Lao Xian sent people to surround them and "invite" them to have a cup of tea nearby.
The villagers have no time to care about the elders.
"The mountain god is angry."
"No! We haven't brought out the chickens and ducks from home yet."
"Mother, hurry up, let's go home and grab the things."
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Everyone wishes they could grow long legs and run home.
The scene was in chaos and Lao Xian had no way to continue arresting people.
Jiang Ningning closed the book, climbed onto the stage, whispered a few words to County Magistrate Chai, and then picked up the microphone.
"What's wrong? Everyone's faces are longer than horses'? A mountain god has frightened the men, women and aunts of our Aoshan Jishe to death?"
The teasing voices penetrated the noise, the crowd's commotion subsided slightly, and countless pairs of eyes filled with fear and confusion looked towards the stage.
Jiang Ningning looked heroic in her upright green military uniform. Even though the villagers had just seen the art troupe full of beauties, they were still amazed.
Jiang Ningning looked around, chuckled and blinked, "Thinking back to those days when the Japanese planes were buzzing overhead dropping bombs and artillery shells were banging at the entrance to the village. It was a scene that shook the earth! Did everyone get scared? Did they run away?"
"No, we didn't even loosen our belts. We picked up hoes and shoulder poles and followed the militia. Didn't we still chase the bastards away? Didn't the bloodiness we had back then be wiped out by this mudslide?"
These words were like a shot of adrenaline, instantly igniting the courage in the villagers' bones.
Fighting the Japanese invaders is a gene etched into our bones.
Being able to open a separate page of the family tree and enjoy the first incense stick on Qingming Festival is a way to bring honor to the family.
The younger generations weren’t afraid back then, so how could they be scared by a mere mountain god now?
There were sparse responses from the crowd.
"No fear!"
"Don't be afraid of anything!"
Several old men who had experienced the War of Resistance against Japan straightened their hunched backs, and fire burned in their cloudy eyes.
"That's right," Jiang Ningning pointed in the direction of the dark mountains, "Look at where the mudslide occurred. The farthest village is still a long way from it. It's impossible for it to endanger the whole village, so don't worry."
The villagers looked in the direction of the thick smoke and their expressions eased slightly.
Jiang Ningning jumped off the stage and walked into the crowd. She picked up a piece of wet mud on the ground and took a broken enamel water cup from a child nearby.
"See this mud? It was hard when it was dry," she crushed the mud, "but it rained for a few days in a row, and it absorbed a lot of water and became like this—"
She stuffed the wet mud into the enamel pot and pressed it hard. "It was soft and heavy, like steamed buns made of leavened dough."
The villagers watched her with bated breath.
This popular science lecture goes from the simple to the complex and is very vivid and vivid, so even elderly people can understand it.
Especially in winter, the grass and trees are withered and the soil is dry.
Landslides occur from time to time in the surrounding area when it rains.
"Our back mountain is just like this piece of mud that has been soaked with water!"
"The soil and rocks in the belly of the mountain were soaked by the rain and became loose! The mountain could not hold on any longer, just like this enamel pot."
As Jiang Ningning spoke, she suddenly turned the enamel jar upside down, and the wet mud inside fell to the ground with a "pop", forming a puddle.
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