People who received early warning transferred almost all the property they could transfer, thus minimizing their losses.
Wan Feng's batch of disaster relief supplies also played a huge role. At least nearly 100,000 victims relied on these supplies to survive until the flood receded.
The Longjiang government decided to award the donors of the supplies.
Of course this will happen in a month or two.
It was almost dark when Wan Feng returned home. Zhang Xuan was feeding the child and Luan Feng was scolding Wan Chongyang.
Wan Chongyang's face was like the painted face in Peking Opera, staring blankly at his own mother who was about to beat him.
"What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong? Look at your son's body, face, and even his little hands! I just changed him into clean clothes, and in less than five minutes he's already like this!"
"Isn't this normal? If a child doesn't play or act naughty at this age, is he still a child? I don't know if you can catch up with your son when you are this old."
"I'm educating my son and you're doing this to me? Believe it or not, I'll deal with you too!"
Wan Feng glanced at Luan Feng and said, "Why did Dan Ping kiss you? You act like Dan Ping's sister."
"Pfft! You were the one who was kissed by Danping."
Wan Feng didn't intend to argue with the shrew to the end. He bent down and picked up his son: "Come on! Dad will take you to the river to wash your hands."
After saying that, she carried her son and went out, taking a bar of soap with her before leaving.
But when we arrived at the small river at the entrance of the village, we were dumbfounded.
How can you wash your hands with this river water? It's even dirtier than my son's hands, and the water level is almost level with the river bank.
This can't be washed.
Since I can’t wash my hands and face, I might as well stand by the river and watch the rushing water.
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