The villagers have been trapped in their houses by the heavy rain since yesterday afternoon.
As I stepped out of the room, a refreshing, cool breeze hit me, carrying with it the earthy smell of rain.
It made me feel relieved, but I also felt a little uncomfortable inside.
Hearing Qi Laoda shout like that, everyone looked towards the river.
Their eyes lit up.
In previous years, after a heavy rainstorm, the water in the river would be level with the banks within a day, rushing downstream with mud and overflowing into the farmland.
But now, only the surface of the riverbed can be vaguely seen, and the flow rate has obviously slowed down a lot.
It didn't even meet the height standard for entering the diversion channel.
When that diversion channel was dug, the opening of the diversion channel was about half a meter higher than the riverbed. This was a safety line. If the river overflowed the safety line, the water would flow into the diversion channel.
The river is still deep in the channel and can only be seen from a higher vantage point, but that doesn't mean the rain wasn't heavy enough last night.
Because after passing through this deepened section of the river, the water suddenly becomes turbulent and impressive downstream.
Fortunately, there is no farmland downstream; it is all low-lying swamp, so large tracts of farmland are completely unaffected.
The rice in the fields is almost ready for harvest, and the water has been drained, leaving only some water seeping into the roots.
The villagers opened the drainage outlets in the fields in advance, and the heavy rain at night flowed down the terrain into the ditches outside the farmland and into the river.
The rice stalks were all neatly arranged, and as far as the eye could see, they were a golden expanse.
Looking up, one can vaguely see the bridge standing majestically, nestled between the towering mountains on both sides. Washed clean by the rain, it appears even more imposing and dignified, as if it could truly stand for a hundred years without collapsing.
Everyone believes that there will be no problem with flood control this year.
"Lian'er's method is still the best. The whole village's grain has been saved. Even if the rainstorm continues for another half month, we don't have to worry about the farmland being flooded or the rice being damaged," said Old Qiao with satisfaction.
The ten mu of paddy fields at home, plus the three mu of paddy fields we took from the Shen family, have been sprayed with pesticides to get rid of pests, and the ears of rice are fuller and denser than in previous years.
People are still looking forward to the harvest. Although they don't lack food now, after so many years of disasters, a good harvest would be a comfort.
Qiao Yunni smiled. Seeing this, she believed that the divorce agreement was almost certain, and from now on she wouldn't have to worry about having any connection with the Song family.
Qiao Lian'er felt a growing worry: could everyone really hold onto their food supplies?
Even if we manage to get through the flood, there may still be a big problem waiting for us.
She desperately hoped that what the old man said was false. She could have ignored it, but when she learned that Pei Zhujin and his brother were investigating the local conditions in the South, she was further convinced that it was probably not just a rumor.
The sky remained overcast with heavy clouds, as if towering mountains were pressing down on it.
Mid-morning, accompanied by thunder and lightning, another torrential downpour began.
However, the villagers were much more relaxed. Last night, everyone was worried that the river's preparations were insufficient to cope with the rainstorm, but when they got up, they realized that no matter how heavy the rain was, it was no big deal.
The torrential rain continued intermittently, with several heavy downpours each day. After three days, it finally crossed the safety line and rushed towards the diversion channel, flowing into the large crevice.
The crops in the fields were unharmed, at most some were flattened by the heavy rain.
When the heavy rain stopped, everyone went down to the fields to prop up the fallen crops, tied them up, and erected supports. The supports were driven deep into the ground to withstand the onslaught of the rain.
It rained for several more days, even more heavily than before, completely washing away the mud from the village roads and revealing solid ground.
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