Everyone on the mountain also heard the loud rumbling sound and felt the earth shaking.
Jiang Yue's heart sank, and he ran out of the cave without even putting on his raincoat.
Raindrops lashed her face. She wiped her hand, her vision clear. The flood, like a gray dragon, gaping its bloody maw, seemed poised to devour the world. From east to west, it swept through two cities in a matter of moments.
"Oh, goodness!"
"Look over there, is that a corpse? Oh my God!" The refugees were horrified and exclaimed in surprise.
I don’t know which grave was washed away, but dozens of corpses with unclear faces floated to the surface, which was very horrifying.
"Many people were washed away while holding onto wood—" The cries for help could be heard up the mountain.
Jiang Nian also walked out, stood behind her, and looked at this real hell on earth.
He had good eyesight, pointed in a direction, and whispered, "It's Madam Lotus and her Taoist priests."
Jiang Yue looked up and saw the gray-blue Taoist robe, which was easy to identify.
The Taoists were still struggling to survive, trying to grab the driftwood around them, but Lady Lotus seemed to have made up her mind to die and did not move.
There were many people around wearing official uniforms, silks and satins, coarse linen clothes, and even people without clothes.
In the face of natural disasters, no matter your status, whether you are rich or poor, whether you are male or female, young or old, all beings are equal and must accept the coming of suffering.
If they had come down the mountain two days earlier and encountered the flood, even if they had had space, they might still have suffered.
The tragic scene at the moment is horrifying.
At that moment, Jiang Yue thought of many people: the Jiang family, the Fang family, the Wang family, the two children, and the grandparents and grandchildren who depended on each other in Fengtian City. Did they escape? Or were they among these floating corpses?
Jiang Nian held his hand over her head to block the rain, his eyes calm and unwavering, "Yueyue, go in, don't catch a cold."
Jiang Yue exhaled and turned around, "Okay, let's go in."
No matter what, the living have to live well.
At night, there was heavy rain with lightning and thunder.
Jiang Yue was startled. She was too close to the sky. She heard the deafening sound of thunder and lightning on the top of the mountain. She felt that it would strike her head in the next second.
She murmured to herself, "I have never done anything bad, and I have done a lot of good things. If God is kind, please don't let me be struck by the sword..."
Jiang Nian, with his sharp eyes and ears, couldn't help but chuckle, and transformed into a wolf, wrapping her tightly. Transforming into a wolf could also protect her from venomous snakes and wild beasts, making her safer.
The villagers Jiang Dashu and Yangu, whom she was thinking about, were climbing the mountain in the rain.
Since that day they learned that their village had been massacred, coupled with the threat of locust plagues and wildfires, they all unanimously decided to join the famine refugee group.
They had many people and a lot of luggage, but except for Jiang Dashu's family who had a mule, Yan Gu's family only had a wheelbarrow, so they had to rely on people to transport the luggage.
No matter how hard it is, I dare not throw things away. A broken house is still worth a fortune. If I move to a new place, I may not have the money to prepare things, and I may not even be able to find a shop to buy things from.
Gao and Li, with their children's eyes watering, killed all the rabbits and dried them in the sun. Together with two bags of dried locusts, this was their only meat.
If we could find some water in the mountains, we would make dry biscuits. If the water was gone, we would stir-fry beans and black flour. This was the food we ate during the famine, and no matter how choking it was, we had no choice but to eat it this way.
After the dry food was prepared, the two families followed a passing refugee group closely, seeking shelter.
Fortunately, the other side was also an entire village fleeing for their lives, with many elderly, weak, and sick people. Seeing that both families had many strong laborers, they tacitly allowed them to join.
The group was heading south, and they encountered many threats along the way. Not only were they robbed of their money and food, but they were also robbed of their lives. The youngest son of the Jiang family was almost kidnapped. They kept a closer eye on the child.
Jiang Dashu is getting older, so he took this opportunity to teach his three sons well and pass on his decades of survival experience to them.
Jiangshan gradually became the main breadwinner of the family. When a rainstorm came, he suggested taking shelter in a cave.
"The children at home are still too young and look tired all the way. If they get caught in the rain, they might collapse."
Jiang Dashu looked at the team ahead still marching through the rain, gritted his teeth, and decided to listen to his eldest son and get out of the rain first. Talent is the most important thing; it's useless if people collapse in a new place.
Aunt Yan also has two little kids, so naturally she has no objection.
The two families walked towards the nearest hill, and when they reached the foot of the mountain, they heard a loud rumbling sound.
Jiangshan reacted quickly and quickly climbed up a nearby tree trunk. The moment he saw clearly, his face turned extremely grim. He immediately jumped down, picked up a child in each hand, and shouted, "The flood is coming! Climb up the mountain quickly!"
Oh my god! Flood!
The two families didn't even have time to wipe the rain off their faces and ran forward desperately.
The team in front was already a mile away from them, and the rain was so heavy that they couldn't hear anything.
In an emergency, they can only protect themselves.
"Bang!" There were many dead branches and fallen leaves on the mountain, and people would fall from time to time. But no one cared about the pain, just helped them up, and continued to run forward without even having time to wipe the mud off their bodies.
When they climbed to the middle of the mountain, panting, the flood roared past and many people on the water were waving and shouting for help.
The people who had been walking with them a quarter of an hour ago were swept away in front of them. The group of hundreds of people was scattered in an instant.
Jiang Dashu wiped the wetness from his face, not knowing whether it was rain or tears, and shouted, "Let's go up further. It's not safe here!"
When they found a cave, they all collapsed on the ground, stunned for a moment, and then someone sobbed. Then everyone in the cave couldn't help but burst into tears.
I managed to escape, but no one knows where the flood will reach. What should my parents, brothers and sisters do at home?
Although I was prepared to never see my family again until I die when I decided to flee the famine, I still have the desire to live!
What kind of world is this? God is deliberately not letting people survive!
After crying for a while, Jiang Dashu felt that half of his energy and spirit were gone. He cheered up with a hoarse voice, "Everyone, clean up the cave, sweep up the dead branches and leaves, and make a fire to warm them up. Don't get sick."
The most feared thing on the road was falling ill. Not only would it be a burden to the team, but it was even possible to save one's life. They only had a few unsold life-saving herbs left.
After the flood, heavy rain continued for three days, and then gradually turned into drizzle.
The refugees were all rejoicing because the wild grass on the mountain was growing.
They gnawed on the bark for half a year. They would eat anything green, whether it was wild vegetables or weeds.
Perhaps because Jiang Yue and the other person did not cause any trouble, the refugees began to feel curious about them.
But they never left the cave easily, and they and the mule were all quiet.
After six or seven days of heavy rain, it was followed by drizzle. The firewood was damp and the refugees could not light a fire with their flints.
"My hands are sore from brushing, Ah Hua, why don't you go to the cave next door and borrow some fire?"
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