Under the thunder, heavy rain poured.

But countless people still looked up at the sky in a daze.

Someone reacted: "My crops, my crops..."

But soon, he was stopped.

This rain is so terrible.

Everyone hid in the City God Temple one after another.

Everyone is worried about the future.

The Chenghuang Temple seems to be unable to withstand the rain. Fortunately, there are many trees on the hills, so I don’t have to worry about causing rock flow.

The rain was so rapid that countless small ditches were washed out, and the turbulent flowed towards the location.

Although it is wet, it is inevitable to get wet from the rain. Countless people are crowded together, and people are in panic.

Some people think that they can't close the window that was knocked out by the violent storm. Looking outside, this is a world of rain. Apart from the sudden rain, they can't see anything clearly.

The officers began to make fires urgently.

According to Your Majesty’s imperial edict and the prefect’s order, the most important thing to pay attention to is epidemic prevention and warmth.

Suddenly, the sky changes. Once someone can't stand this rapid horizon, someone will inevitably start to breed diseases, and a large number of people gather together may evolve into an epidemic.

They brought the dry firewood that had been prepared, and made a clearance in the middle of the crowd and began to burn.

Then, iron pots were hung on the bonfire.

Some medicinal herbs were cooked in the iron pot.

Not only that, but also distributed some rice wine.

Fang Wenjing was sitting on a long stool, with several gentry and officers watching over him. His eyes were dull, and the flames of the bonfire were reflected in the depths of his muddy eyes.

He was a little confused.

I am still worried that I have said something wrong. My God is angry with this rain, so I won’t really attract it myself.

Of course, he slowly calmed down his mind, it shouldn't be... no...

He sat blankly.

No one can sleep well this night.

Everyone listened to the sound of the sudden rain outside, and everyone's heart was in panic.

Fang Wenjing took a nap.

When he woke up and opened his eyes, his first thought was... The rain stopped, and it was time to go home.

But……

The heavy rain outside is still the same.

Many people in the crowd were already uneasy.

"I want to go home, I want a house. I still have a pig in my house."

"Barn, my barn..."

Such heavy rain is so terrible. This heavy rain fell for a whole night... but there was no sign of stopping...

Fang Wenjing also began to change her face.

My own mansion, those furniture, so many books in my study, and my collection of calligraphy and paintings...

He got up with a cane and opened the hot medicine handed over by someone, trembling: "If it doesn't work, it doesn't work, you have to go home and have a look."

"Can't go back." A clerk stopped him in a panic. The clerk obviously rushed back from outside. His face turned pale and his body was still wet. He was trembling with cold, and his body was surrounded by charcoal fire. He pulled Fang Wenjing with a hand: "Can't go back... I can't go back... I can't go back... I'll break... I'll break..."

Breaking...

All of a sudden, everyone was in a panic.

"Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

The clerk was amused and crying: "At this time, who dares to go to the river embankment...who dares to go? But...it's just... under our hills, it has become a country of marsh, a country of marsh!"

Suddenly, countless people were beating their chests and falling.

Fang Wenjing was almost crazy. He shivered and looked at the clerk: "A piece of zodiac country?"

"Several soldiers found a archway under our hills. This archway..." The clerk's teeth kept trembling. He stared at Fang Wenjing: "This is a archway that was floating from Lihua Village more than 20 miles away. It was the archway that Zhao, a bride that Lihua Village harsh woman, had erected seventeen years ago!"

Everyone... was like a bolt from the blue, with a hint of despair flashing across their faces.

It's over, this time it's completely over.

A archway can be washed away by the flood, and it has been washed away for more than twenty miles.

So...what else hasn't washed away?

I'm afraid... under the hills, everything has been destroyed.

My own house, my own land, my own pig, my own chicken... everything... is afraid that it is beyond recognition and nothing is left.

By the way, there is also a barn, and there is food in the barn...

The only thing that can be cleaned up is gold, silver, fine and soft, and there is nothing else.

Fang Wenjing was shaking, and the rest of him were in an uproar.

"Please rest assured, please rest assured, the county has prepared a lot, and all the preparations... The food for disaster relief is prepared, the herbs are also prepared. Fortunately, the imperial edict... Fortunately..."

Fang Wenjing's body trembled again, he looked at the clerk with a confused look on his face, and then... he reacted.

yes.

If... if I and my family had not come here, it was not because of the imperial edict, not because of the prefect and the county magistrate, not because of these servants and soldiers, they used their strength to drive everyone here.

I'm afraid that when the heavy rain comes, I will be trapped. Then, overnight, the river embankment is washed down, and then... all my family of more than 70 people will be buried in the belly of fish.

The terrible flood, why did Fang Wenjing have no memory? At that time... the harm caused by rain, which was smaller than this, seemed to destroy the world.

The house is gone, and the land is still own. It can always be rebuilt in the future. The grain in the barn is gone. As long as it is still alive, the Fang family has cleaned up so much fines and soft things, and they will never be poor. But if their lives are gone, they will be gone.

My granddaughter-in-law just gave birth to a great-grandson, his three sons, his own...

He held his face and suddenly rushed out a breath.

Suddenly, his body slid and he fell down.

When the clerk saw Fang Wenjing kneeling to him, he hurriedly said, "Oh, I can't do it, I can't do it..."

Who is Fang Wenjing? This is a famous gentry in the county. The relationship can be directly connected to the capital. The people you meet are either rich or noble; even the county magistrate, who is respectful when he sees him.

I... what virtue can I do?

Although Fang Wenjing was kneeling, she was very imposing. Her eyes were bulging and she glared at the clerk: "It's not you who kneeled, it's the emperor, it's the emperor."

The clerk was startled and hurriedly moved to avoid it.

Fang Wenjing beat his chest and fell down: "Our emperor... what are the sages... all the villagers, the elders... my emperor is sages. My emperor is the son of heaven. He knows that our people in Jiujiang are about to suffer this great disaster, so he came down and issued an order. If it weren't for him, would we... still have life? Ask yourself, who can escape this terrible flood? In ancient times, Dayu controlled the flood, and now His Majesty saved the people from the water and fire... I am really ashamed. At that time... I was rude. Now I know that if it weren't for my emperor's sage, my family would be more than 70 people, I would be dead and burial!"

As he said that, Fang Wenjing was already in tears, and shed tears.

Under this storm, everyone's heart is cold.

This is the most common feeling of isolation and helplessness before the disaster.

At this time, everyone was anxious and felt that they were isolated and helpless.

But at this moment, Fang Wenjing yelled like this.

Suddenly, it seemed that people began to have some hope.

yes.

Since the emperor issued an imperial edict and saved us, we will at least survive.

Then... the emperor will definitely not ignore us.

What we worry about is at most, we will lose some property. But people are still alive. The emperor will not teach us to starve to death or to freeze to death. As long as people live, everything will be there in the future.

The ruined temple suddenly became boiling.

Although there were children crying, under the bonfire, many people bowed: "It was Your Majesty who saved us, Your Majesty who saved us. The villagers, everyone should have a conscience, and have a conscience... Long live my emperor..."

"Long live my emperor..."

It seemed that everyone's pale face suddenly became much rosy.

It seemed as if I suddenly saw hope in despair and dawn in adversity.

"Long live my emperor."

The shouting actually covered the rain outside.

……………………

In a corner of the Chenghuang Temple.
To be continued...