The rain didn't stop.
It has been the third day since I arrived at Xishan Villa, and the heavy rain has not stopped.
It was like there was a hole in the sky, and water was pouring down like crazy, leaving us with almost no chance to breathe.
Fu Xiaoguan went to the fields again the next day. This time he brought many people with him and built a shed for the weeds, thus freeing Wang Er and others from the fields.
But Wang Er and others still did not relax, patrolling day and night to see if the ridges of the fields would be washed away by the heavy rain and whether the shed would be collapsed by the rain.
On this day, Fu Xiaoguan was writing a plan on the second floor about establishing the Xishan Caravan. Because he needed to transport the slag to Yao County, which required a lot of horse-drawn carriages and ox-drawn carts, after much thought, he simply decided to set up his own caravan.
Just then, Chunxiu ran up in a panic.
"Master, it's bad! Wangjia Village, Wangjia Village has been washed away by the flood!"
"What?"
Fu Xiaoguan suddenly stood up and ran downstairs.
Wangjia Village is located next to the Baishui River at the foot of Dai Mountain. There are 28 households with a total of 170 people. Chunxiu said that Wangjia Village was washed away by the flood... I hope no one is hurt.
Fu Xiaoguan directly called all the guards and workers in the villa, and hundreds of people ran towards Wangjia Village in a mighty manner.
The water level of the Baishui River rose sharply, almost overflowing the stone bridge. Just after crossing the stone bridge, we heard faint shouts coming from the heavy rain.
It's a flash flood!
Fu Xiaoguan led everyone across the Baishui River, and what they saw was a tragic scene of human suffering.
"Save them! Go quickly! Go save them!"
Fu Xiaoguan roared in the heavy rain. Su Mo rushed over first, followed closely by Fu Xiaoguan.
Daishan is not high, the vegetation on the mountain is sparse, and the rocks and soil are loose. Under the heavy rain for several days, the water on the top of the mountain accumulated into a lake, and then washed away the rocks and poured all the way down, almost wiping out Wangjia Village.
Wang Qiang's daughter-in-law's home at the east end of the village was not affected by the mountain torrent. The woman whose name Fu Xiaoguan didn't know was shouting Wang Qiang's name at the top of her lungs in the heavy rain.
Fu Xiaoguan felt heartbroken, and hundreds of people began a search and rescue operation in the village that was buried in mud and sand.
Wang Er was inspecting the fields when he heard about the flash flood and ran back. Looking at the yellow mud and rocks, the burly man did not shed tears. He dug desperately with his hands near his house, and then he dug out a woman. This was his wife, the very capable and good housekeeper.
"Save...save...save my son!"
The woman was not dead. Fu Xiaoguan rushed over and shouted, "Carry her out, clean the mud and sand in her mouth, and hurry up!"
Hundreds of people dug up mud and moved large rocks with their hands. Some people were rescued and sent out. Wang Qiang was also dug out, and he was dying.
"Wang Qiang, I am the young master. I command you to stay alive. Do you hear me?!"
The heavy rain washed away the mud and sand on his face. He opened his eyes with difficulty and grinned, "I heard it... I still have to... guard... those weeds... weeds."
"Okay, so you're Wang Qiang's wife? You go with him and keep an eye on him. Don't let anything go wrong!"
Because the people from Xishan Villa arrived quickly, many people in Wangjia Village were rescued immediately. The search continued until the evening. At the final count, out of a population of 170, 15 were dead and 8 were missing.
Everyone was moved to the Xishan Villa. Under the order of Fu Xiaoguan, all the empty rooms in the outer and inner courtyards were cleared out to accommodate the victims.
All matters were handed over to Zhang Ce. Fu Xiaoguan said to Zhang Ce very seriously: Go and invite all the doctors in Xiacun Town. This will be their home from now on until Wangjia Village is rebuilt. Make sure they have enough food and drink. If they lack clothes, send people to Linjiang to buy them. Do a good job of the aftermath and comfort the emotions of those who have lost their family members. If there are orphans, register them and keep them in Xishan for adoption.
Of course, Zhang Ce didn't dare to object, and he did as he was told.
But he didn't understand why the young master treated the victims like this. This kind of thing had happened many times in the past, and the master had never handled it like the young master did.
The master would send some food to the victims after the disaster, which was the greatest gift. In the eyes of the victims, this was also the greatest gift from the boss.
Where has there ever been a young master who mobilized hundreds of people to rescue people and arranged so many victims into the Xishan Villa? When the house collapsed, they used to live in a shed. After the disaster was over, they would work harder, save some money, and rebuild their homes. It has always been like this, but now it seems that everything has changed.
Wang Er's family was arranged to live on the first floor of the west wing of the inner courtyard. Fu Xiaoguan learned the name of Wang Qiang's wife, Zhang Xiaomei.
Zhang Xiaomei was also left here by Fu Xiaoguan, so that she could take care of Wang Qiang and Li - Wang Qiang's mother and Zhang Xiaomei's future mother-in-law.
This is a woman with a rather strong figure, but she is very thoughtful.
Chunxiu took her to the kitchen and told her that she could just tell the chef what she needed to cook, and if she was not used to it, she could cook it herself. She also specifically said that this was the young master's instruction and Wang Qiang must not be allowed to develop any illness.
Zhang Xiaomei didn't dare to use the young master's kitchen. After coming out, she whispered to Xiu'er, "Miss, how about... I ask my family to send it to you."
Chunxiu laughed. "I'm not a young lady. I'm the young master's maid. You can just call me Sister Xiu'er. Besides, I dare not go against the young master's wishes. Our young master is different from others. You will know in the future. Anyway, just be casual and don't be so reserved. If anyone dares to bully you, tell me and I will skin him alive!"
"this……"
"Alright, alright. I'm going to stew an old hen for the young master too. See what your wife wants to eat. The kitchen is so big, let's cook together."
Fu Xiaoguan and Wang Er sat in the living room chatting.
"Just stay here peacefully. After the rain stops, we'll go clean up the silt in a few days. Also... rebuilding the house will take a while."
Wang Er thought about it and nodded. It was not easy to rebuild the house. Everything was destroyed at once. All the food and household items were gone. If he wanted to rebuild the house, he would have to wait at least another year. This was with the little savings he had.
Wait until the rain stops, clean up the silt, and build a shed to live in. Damn God!
"Here's what I think. Your old mud-walled houses are no good. They can't hold up. Also, the location isn't good either, being too close to Mount Dai. Once the cement is ready in West Mountain, Tang Bricksmith should have produced a good number of bricks and tiles. Then we'll build you all houses. Blue brick and tile houses. Bright, beautiful, and comfortable to live in."
Wang Er's mouth suddenly opened wide, "Ah, Master, we don't have that much money."
"You are all members of my Fu family. No need to pay. I will build it for you for free!"
"From now on, everyone who works for my Fu Mansion will live in a blue brick and tile house."
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