Chapter 95: Floods, Floods
Suddenly, a fog rose in Zhaojiazhuang, coming from the riverside and going towards the village.
It was a rainy day and people closed their doors early. The fog passed along the road and knocked gently three times on the door of every household.
"Flood, flood."
When the farmers heard the knock on the door, some quickly blew out their lights and kept silent, while others stood by the door and listened attentively.
Most people don’t dare to open the door, but there are also some brave ones.
For example, he fell in love with the dark-haired guy of Zhao Yu Niang, who was young, brave and honest.
There was a knock at the door, and someone said, "Flood, flood."
I opened the door and saw a ball of mist rolling in the darkness and moving further away.
The charcoal-headed man quickly asked, "What flood?"
The shadow in the mist paused for a moment, then uttered an old yet kind voice: "I am Mr. Mao from the riverbank. Floods are coming, and I've come to warn you."
The charcoal-headed man wanted to ask again, but the shadow was already moving further and further away. "I have violated the City God's order to keep my mouth shut. I will be killed. Leave now, leave now."
The fog quickly moved away and disappeared without a trace.
Heitantou was feeling uneasy and rushed to the end of the village in the rain, heading towards Zhao Yu's mother's home.
There was a knock on the door. Zhao Yu Niang opened the door and saw a young man, soaking wet, standing at her door, panting.
"Why are you here?" Zhao Yu Niang hurriedly pulled him in. "In this weather, with such heavy rain, you don't even have an umbrella. Are you crazy?"
She pulled out a kerchief and handkerchief, wiped the water off his face, wrapped the kerchief around his hair, and pushed him into the room: "Take off your clothes quickly, or you'll catch a cold and no one will find a doctor for you."
The charcoal-haired man's face was dark red, and he was speechless, letting her do whatever she wanted.
He took off his wet clothes and got into the quilt. Zhao Yu Niang went to the kitchen to light a fire and dry his clothes.
After the fire was lit, Zhao Yu Niang returned to the room, folded her arms across her chest, and asked, "You've never been so stupid before. What's wrong with you today?"
The charcoal-haired man said, "Someone just knocked on my door."
Zhao Yu Niang became nervous: "Is it a thief?"
The charcoal-haired man shook his head. "I don't even have a candle in my house, what could I possibly steal? I opened the door and saw... it was a ghost."
"He said he was the old man by the river and that a flood was coming, so he told me to run for my life. I was worried about you, so I came here. I don't know if what he said was true or not, otherwise you should run with me."
Zhao Yu Niang already knew what was going on. She paused and said, "I have something to ask you."
"A sister of mine brought me a letter saying that the Shen family cloth shop in the city is hiring female workers. They provide food and accommodation, but the salary is low."
She gritted her teeth and said, "I plan to go."
The charcoal-haired man looked at her, his enthusiastic expression gradually waning. He lowered his head and said, "It's a good thing. Go ahead."
He raised his head, something flickering in his eyes: "Let me take you there. It's not safe for you to go alone."
Zhao Yu Niang raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "I also heard that they are also recruiting male workers..."
The corners of the sullen black-haired man's mouth widened again, and the tears in his eyes, which had not yet dried, were filled with joy again: "Then I'll go too."
On the other side, Kang Wen and Kang Yunu had already returned to the riverside in the mist.
An old willow tree by the river was swaying in the wind, its branches dancing and looking about to fall.
Kang Wen touched the old tree and said, "Forgive me, forgive me."
Kang Yunu pulled away the thatch around the tree roots and said, "Let's start from here. It's almost eaten away. Don't let anyone see the flaws."
The two foxes teamed up to push the tree down and set fire to the trunk to burn away the traces of the borer.
Then they looked at each other's hands and faces that were blackened by smoke, looked at each other and laughed out loud.
Kang Wen said, "I still have to go to Baixi Village. I've been staying at the Juren's tomb for many years, and I have no way to repay him. At least I can warn his descendants. After you send Yu Niang to the county, go directly to Fox Hill."
Kang Yunu came forward, hugged her, and wiped the dust off her face: "Sister Wen, thank you."
Kang Wen also wiped the dust off her face, rested his head on her shoulder, and smiled smugly, but he said, "We are all sisters. She is your sister, and she is also my sister."
Kang Wen raised his head and said, "Be careful. Although we have avoided the community gods and the ancestral hall, you must not use any magic and leave as soon as possible."
Kang Yunu nodded in agreement, and Kang Wen turned and went to Baixi Village.
The tomb of the Juren has long been in disrepair, and his descendants are now just poor people. Apart from burning some paper money for their ancestors during festivals, they are too busy to make a living on weekdays.
Kang Wen climbed down from the roof, looked at the sleeping family from the beam, and cast an illusion.
"Come, Sun, come, Sun."
The man at home vaguely saw an old man in a green robe calling him, but he was in a trance and couldn't see clearly.
He only said, "Lai Sun, the flood is coming, run for your lives quickly. When you come back, mend my grave."
After saying a few words, he disappeared into the room.
The man suddenly woke up, listening to the wind and rain outside the window, lost in thought.
Kang Wen had already slipped away from the roof along the beam and turned back to Fox Hill.
There are countless such things.
For example, Gillian, who is always in the mind of the lustful fox.
It was raining lightly during the day, and Gillian was going to fetch water when she heard two shadows talking under the shade of a willow tree.
"The flood is coming, we can take this opportunity to escape."
"We have to thank the City God for not letting the news out. Many people would have died this time."
Gillian almost dropped the bucket and ran home in a hurry.
She didn't see a few wet foxes crawling out of the water. One of them looked at her back, feeling both guilty and infatuated.
The other foxes patted him and said, "She is indeed a little beauty. You have good taste."
The lecherous fox forced a smile: "Ah Jiao is beautiful and kind-hearted, but it's a pity... I have no chance with her."
There is also Bailu Village.
When the accountant was returning home, he caught a nest of rabbits on the roadside. The old rabbit was walking towards a higher place with a nest of little white balls.
But the rabbits were wet from the rain, and their fur was heavy, so the accountant caught them all and put them in his pocket.
The old rabbit kicked his legs repeatedly, but he couldn't escape. He had no choice but to speak: "Please let me go. I can tell you something that will save the lives of my whole family."
The accountant didn't expect the rabbit to speak, and he felt a little scared, but he pretended to be calm: "Okay, tell me."
The old rabbit said, "The flood is coming, so I took my family to escape to higher ground. You should also flee quickly."
The accountant released the rabbits, and they hurriedly moved away in the rain.
The old rabbit stood up and bowed to him: "Sir, the City God forbids ghosts and gods from speaking of this matter. If you save people, you must be careful to avoid the eyes and ears of ghosts and gods."
The accountant felt very uneasy when he saw the nest of rabbits disappear.
Things like this happened in every village and town within a day, like a spark that could turn into a prairie fire in the blink of an eye.
When Kang Wen returned to Fox Hill, no other foxes had returned yet.
There is no doubt that on the day of rest, these fox prisoners who were let out for exercise would not come back unless they were on time.
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