Chapter 57 Rescue
As the ship moved, people not far away noticed it.
Cries for help came from all directions.
"Stop here!"
Seeing someone in front, Zhu Mingqing shouted directly, but the fat old man didn't want to stop, he still wanted to save the adults.
Zhu Mingqing looked at him coldly, implying that if he didn't obey, he would kick him out.
Thinking about the last time he was tied up, he compared his physique with hers.
The fat man felt that he still had a chance of winning, but he didn't expect that as soon as the thought flashed through his mind, he was forced to kneel on one knee!
Depend on!
This woman is so cruel, sir, you must hold on!
He said aggrievedly: "I didn't keep talking!"
Next, every time Zhu Mingqing saw someone, he would ask him to stop and rescue the person.
In the middle of the night, this ship became a lifeline for the people of Zhencheng.
Gouwazi was an eight-year-old boy from Zhencheng. When the flood came, they were washed away before they could escape.
His parents found a board and put him and his sister up, but they couldn't hold on.
Gouwazi carefully held his three-year-old sister in his arms. It was pitch black all around, and various corpses were floating on the dark water.
At first he was trembling with fear, but after an hour, he recovered.
"Brother, I'm scared, I want my mother..." The little girl clung to Gouwazi's clothes obediently.
"I'm not afraid as long as my brother is here." Gouwazi was also afraid. He was afraid that he would not be able to find anyone, food or drink, and then he and his sister would definitely not survive.
The little girl nodded with red eyes. The dark night seemed like a giant beast that could devour the sky. She was so scared that she threw herself into the arms of the dog boy.
The wooden board was impacted and the two men nearly fell into the water.
Gou Wazi said sternly, "Sister, stop moving!"
"But I'm scared, wuwu... mother..."
Thinking of his parents, Gouwazi felt a lump in his throat and couldn't help crying.
The brother and sister swayed as the water flowed, unable to resist feeling drowsy.
The wooden board turned a corner and a ray of light appeared ahead.
My younger sister was the first to see it. It was her first time seeing such a big ship and she was stunned.
Gouwazi noticed something unusual, turned his head and looked, his face lit up with joy.
He yelled, "Help!"
The candles on the boat were brightly lit, all spontaneously organized by the rescued people. They were like lights of hope in the darkness, giving strength back to those who wanted to give up.
Zhu Mingqing was sharp-eyed and immediately said to the fat old man, "There are two children over there, hurry over!"
The boat was tall and the two children knew nothing about it. After the rope was lowered, a strong man who knew how to swim jumped down, tied the rope around them, and sent them up one by one.
"Quick, bring some hot water."
Those people who had recovered began to get busy in an orderly manner.
They did this every time they rescued a person.
Gradually a set of processes was formed.
Time passed bit by bit. Although the city of Zhen was not big, once the flood broke out, there were dangers everywhere.
The boat was not moving fast, but it rescued about a hundred people in one night.
When they passed by Lai Fu Inn on the way, Tan Guangyi and others were rescued.
Zhu Mingqing didn't expect that he was still alive.
The sky gradually brightened, and everyone was already very tired.
But no one wants to stop to rest. They have to race against time, as there might be someone waiting for them to rescue.
But after a night, even if there were survivors, the chances of survival were slim.
Driving from east to west, then turning from south to north, Zhu Mingqing took these people to visit almost every corner, and finally decided to return to Dongshan.
Standing on the deck and looking into the distance, half of the city has been submerged, and some sharp roofs can be vaguely seen.
Everything was desolate and the trees were fallen.
The terrain to the west of Zhencheng is lower, and it is also the main flow path of floods.
Although the terrain on the east side is higher, the damage is not as serious as on the west side.
Some roads were blocked by fallen trees, and the ship was too tall, so everyone had to take a detour.
It took nearly two hours before I finally saw the shadow of Dongshan.
A burst of cheers came from all directions.
No matter how safe the ship is, it is not as safe as Dongshan.
Zhu Mingqing withdrew his gaze and was about to get off the boat, but his steps suddenly stopped.
She immediately ran to the west side of the boat and fixed her eyes on a wooden board floating on the water.
An unconscious child was lying on it, and there was another person in the water holding on to the wooden board tightly, but that person was no longer conscious. His head, which was exposed above the water, was lying on the board, as if he had stopped breathing.
Her pupils shrank. It was Baozhong!
"Turn around, fifty meters southwest, there are two more people!"
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In a daze, Wen Baozhong only felt that he was in a warm embrace, and he hugged it tighter.
Zhu Mingqing seemed to be aware of his uneasiness and patted him soothingly.
Luo Xiao, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw this.
The mother really likes this little guy more.
Wen Baozhong slowly opened his eyes and found that he was really being held by someone. When he looked up, he thought he was dreaming.
He opened his eyes wide and stared at the other person without saying a word.
Zhu Mingqing laughed and couldn't help pinching his little face: "Baozhong, do you still remember me?"
Wen Baozhong was also awakened by this familiar voice. He asked tentatively, "Sister?"
After receiving a nod from the other party, he burst into tears and was about to come down: "Grandpa, brother..."
Zhu Mingqing glanced at the tent next to him and asked, "Is the person with you your brother?"
"Sister, have you seen your brother?" Wen Baozhong looked over with wet eyes, like a pitiful kitten, which made people feel pity.
"He's in the tent."
Xiao Baozhong immediately ran in the direction she pointed. When he saw his unconscious brother, he cried even harder and was out of breath.
Zhu Mingqing also followed in, "Your brother is fine, but he needs to rest well. You need to keep your voice down."
"Hiccup~" Wen Baozhong quickly stopped crying and asked uncertainly, "Is my brother really not dead?"
Zhu Mingqing: "Why do you ask this question?"
"Grandpa is dead, uncle is dead, so many people are dead..." He sobbed softly. Although he didn't understand what death meant, he hadn't seen those people in the past few days.
In Xiao Baozhong's heart, death is a very scary thing.
Zhu Mingqing was stunned. The village chief was dead?
Therefore, Xiao Baozhong and his brother Baolu most likely came here to escape disaster.
Seeing the child's sad face, Zhu Mingqing was reluctant to ask any more questions, and did not notice that the man next to him had woken up.
"Baozhong..." The voice was weak, and you could tell that the person speaking was very frail.
Little Baozhong turned his head and immediately lay on top of the other person happily. He tilted his head back and said, "Brother, you are finally awake."
Wen Baolu curled the corners of his mouth, slowly rubbed his soft hair, and then looked at the woman not far away.
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