The people of Yegou Village have been staying at home and are temporarily safe.
When it was time to go to bed at night, Xingxing kept whimpering and refused to sleep, clinging to Zhao Guihua and wanting her to hold her.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Zhao Guihua asked worriedly, checking Xingxing over from head to toe.
Xingxing twisted her body, pressed her little hand to her heart, and frowned, saying, "It's uncomfortable here, very uncomfortable."
"Where is this? Is this your heart? Is your heart not feeling well?" Zhao Guihua hugged Xingxing tightly with a worried expression. What should she do? Could her daughter have a heart condition?
"...Splash! The water in the stream is rising. Refugees are climbing out of the water. Some are dead, and some are climbing into the village over the dead." Xingxing covered her head and shrank into Zhao Guihua's arms in fear. The scene was too terrifying, and Xingxing was scared.
Zhao Guihua looked at Zhou Laoda, whose face was deathly pale. He trembled and said, "The stream leads to the village downstream. Did those people climb up the stream?"
“Using real refugees as stepping stones, these beasts are too inhumane. Even if we drive those people out, with so many people dying, it’s easy for a plague to break out.” Zhao Guihua’s voice trembled, and she could hardly speak.
"Quickly, quickly strike the gong to alert the villagers and have them guard the confluence of the three streams!" Zhao Guihua shouted.
Old Zhou took off running, and about fifteen minutes after he left, the village gong rang.
"We won't go out; we'll stay home and guard the village." There's a stream at the end of the village, and refugees sometimes sneak up from there. It's dark, so we have to keep a close eye on the children.
On the other side, the village chief heard what Zhou Laoda said and couldn't help but ask, "How could you think of that? With the heavy rain, the stream is swift, and the refugees would drown quickly if they went into the water. You shouldn't dare to do that."
“Real refugees certainly wouldn’t dare, but they have evil people forcing them to do it, so they have no choice but to,” Old Zhou shouted anxiously, stamping his feet.
Perhaps it was because Boss Zhou had saved the village chief's life, or perhaps it was because Boss Zhou's previous reminders to the village chief had worked, and the village chief was a cautious and thorough person who always put the safety of the villagers first.
Regardless of whether the matter is true or false, we must take precautions first. Life is at stake, and we cannot be careless.
So in the end, he chose to trust Boss Zhou. After gathering the villagers, he arranged for them to be divided into three teams, each guarding one of the three streams in the village.
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