Mr. Dao said in a deep voice: "Is it really as you said?"
Dao Qingmin clutched his hair with both hands and said sullenly, "Grandpa, that's what the higher-ups said, but I guess we have to prepare for the worst."
"We might be abandoned here. The rain won't stop. The higher-ups have already checked, but they have no idea where all this rain is coming from."
"When I was a volunteer, I vaguely heard some rumors that rescue efforts would focus on the provincial capital for the time being."
Old Master Dao's hands were shaking as he sat stiffly on the sofa. The whole room fell into a desperate silence.
After returning home, An Jingzhi probably guessed that the country would not abandon its people, but they had limited manpower and supplies and could not rescue everyone.
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Morality is based on food and clothing. If you can’t even solve the problem of food and drink, what morality is there?
In the following days, in addition to Li Jianshan and Mr. Dao's family, there were neighbors who kept knocking on the door, either threatening or trying to please him, all wanting to borrow some food from his house.
All of them were rejected by Tang Dan and Xin Fenlan. If anyone wanted to threaten them, Old Man An, An Jingzhi and Xin Ruoyao would hold up their weapons and force them to retreat with expressionless faces.
As night fell, An Jingzhi suddenly felt a chill. He opened his eyes abruptly, and the quilt had just been exposed to the coldness of his skin when he felt it was biting cold.
There are goose bumps all over the skin, densely packed.
"Get up!"
Xin Ruoyao suddenly opened her eyes, feeling the abnormal temperature in the air, and became anxious. "Go out and wake up Mom and Dad! I'll get the generator out."
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