Wang Guifen and a group of women hadn't come over to chat on such a hot day for no reason. However, with such an inappropriate person present, they had to put aside what they were going to say earlier. She chose a suitable topic: "Where have the men delivered the potatoes?"
Sun Jinhua's two sons were also making money in the business, so they naturally weren't envious. As for Zhang Ershen's family, it wasn't that they didn't want to choose them, but Zhang Tuzi was too lazy to do hard labor pulling a cart in the hot weather, and Zhang Xiaogou was too small to pull the cart. They couldn't blame anyone else for that.
Upon hearing that potatoes were being delivered, the women started chatting: "I wonder how good the road is? I heard that there was a lot of water on the way to the prefectural city, and the roads were full of potholes, so the wheels could easily get stuck if you weren't careful."
“This time it’s fine. There were three men in one car. When it got stuck, the two men next to him helped lift it out.”
"The car is too heavy to lift, it takes a lot of effort, but it's not just about the effort, I'm worried that the disaster victims will become homeless!"
"Yes, yes, my husband said there were many when we went to the prefectural city! They were all staring at us, which was quite intimidating."
Zhang Chunhua listened anxiously from the side; no one in her family was going to transport the potatoes, and she didn't care about any of this.
She turned to look at Hu's mother, only to find that Hu's mother was listening very attentively and looked worried.
Suddenly I remembered that Butcher Hu and Hu Wenhua were also on the road!
She could only suppress her anxiety and listen with a worried expression.
The dining room was crowded and lively, and Ding Jiajia and Li Dani, along with four others, also came over to listen in.
Upon hearing about the disaster victims, Zhou Yu said, "Your Guangning Prefecture is considered to be doing well. Our Nanning Prefecture is much worse off. The prefectural city is almost overflowing with people. It is said that the wealthy families in the prefectural city are preparing to head north to escape the disaster."
Li Da Niang and her group of women had always lived in the village and hadn't left since the flood. They only knew about the outside world from the men who had gone out, and their knowledge was limited. Hearing Zhou Yu's words, they asked in confusion, "Was your prefectural city also affected by the disaster?"
The location of the prefectural city has always been the best, and it rarely suffers from disasters.
If the prefectural city also suffers a disaster, then wouldn't the entire Nanning Prefecture be flooded?
Zhou Yu patiently explained, "No, the prefectural city is fine, but the surrounding villages and estates have suffered severe damage. Some have died, some have been destroyed, and all their food and belongings have been wiped out. So, the survivors have no choice but to go to the prefectural city."
With so many people going hungry, the families in the prefectural city were afraid of being robbed. Most poor people wanted to leave but had nowhere to go. But the wealthy families had grain, money, servants, carriages, and houses to stay in if they went north, so they left.
Those inside the house heard a sigh. The wealthy are comfortable wherever they are, and even if disaster strikes, it doesn't affect them much; at least they can leave whenever they want.
Something flashed through Shui Qing's mind.
She quickly grabbed it, looked up and asked, "Tell me, if all those wealthy families leave, and the displaced people who have gathered together have nothing to eat, who will they rob?"
The women in the room were stunned for a moment, then asked blankly, "Won't they rob those poor families?"
"But it's useless to rob them. Those people can't even get enough to eat themselves, what can they possibly steal?"
Glug.
Some people swallowed hard in surprise.
"Our village used to be notoriously poor, so they probably won't come to our village, right?"
"It has nothing to do with the past. I'm just afraid that the wandering refugees will find our village. Think about it, how many villages can survive without being destroyed by floods? They'll just target villages like this as easy prey!"
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