Her parents simply didn't love her.
Bai Ziqian looked at Shui Qing, and his troubled heart calmed down a little.
He glanced around at the people around the round table who cared about him, forced a smile, and said to them, and also to himself, "Dreams are the opposite of reality; my dad will be alright."
Once the floodwaters recede, he will go to Nandu to see his parents!
next day
The torrential rain has been falling for three days and two nights.
Whether it was the effect of the dikes built along the riverbank yesterday or the effect of dredging the river channel along the way, the flood did not spread to Shanshui Village, but instead flowed downstream along the river channel.
The floodwaters crashed against the bulging sacks filled with mud, splashing up murky water.
Standing on the dike made of sacks, all I could see was a vast expanse of floodwater, with no farmland, lakes, or roads in sight.
"Ahhh!"
"Everyone! Everyone!"
Fan Dazhu and Fan Erzhu, who were taking the sacks and stacking them up, cried out and backed away.
Xu Laosan joked, "What people? Aren't these all people?"
Fan Dazhu's face on the embankment had changed, turning deathly pale. He pointed to the water's edge and stammered, "No, it's a corpse!"
Xu Laosan and the others' expressions also changed.
Among the group, Uncle Ding was the oldest. Having spent years collecting herbs, he was agile and daring. He immediately said, "I'll go up and take a look!"
Fan Dazhu and the other man on the embankment immediately jumped down and took their place.
Uncle Ding looked at the people in the flood, face down. No wonder they were called corpses. No matter who it was, lying face down in the water, it was impossible for them to survive.
The person's clothes were of decent quality, so it's likely they accidentally fell into the water.
"Uncle Ding, did this person drown?" Wang Gousheng asked, wiping the water from his face.
Zhang Jinniu said blankly, "Should we dig a hole and bury him?"
His thinking was simple: everyone should eventually be laid to rest.
Wu Laoqi was thinking practically: "What if the flood passes and the government comes to inquire?"
If we bury the person, the body will decompose eventually, and then we won't be able to explain ourselves."
The others murmured amongst themselves, "It's only been a few days, how come corpses keep floating around here?"
"There won't be any more, will there?"
"My God, how many people have been affected by this flood!"
These past few days, they've been digging ditches, filling soil, and building dikes to block floods. There was a lot of complaining and lamenting.
Seeing the dead bodies made me realize that what they had suffered was nothing.
Being alive, and for the whole family to be alive and well, is more important than anything else!
"Uncle Ding, what should we do?" Everyone instinctively looked at the bravest person among them, waiting for him to make a decision.
Uncle Ding looked at the boundless water, pondered for a moment, and gritted his teeth, saying, "He can't be buried in our village!"
We don't know if there are more or how many more are coming. We know nothing about the situation outside. Epidemics are very likely to occur after a flood; we must be careful!
Upon hearing about the plague, the men gathered together opened their mouths and their eyes widened.
Before, the most they'd ever seen was a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law arguing, or a husband and wife fighting. At worst, it was just someone dying of old age in the village. But these past two days, with the torrential rains flooding the village, they'd witnessed it all with their own eyes…
plague?
Uncle Ding deals with medicinal herbs all day long, so he can be considered a semi-barefoot doctor. He is more knowledgeable than them, and besides, he wouldn't joke about such things.
The initial joy of stopping the flood was now overshadowed by a new layer of gloom.
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