Yang Tianfeng turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Is something wrong!" Zhao Yurou clenched her fists secretly, then slowly let go, trying to soften her eyes, and said slowly: "My two female classmates live here, I hope you can keep us together."

"Yes." Yang Tianfeng agreed without thinking and said, "As long as you don't leave this house, you can do whatever you want. Is there anything else?"

Zhao Yurou shook her head, stretched out her arms to the east wing room, and her palms were facing up, which meant that Yang Tianfeng disappeared quickly.

Yang Tianfeng smiled and joked: "Your outfit was worn when we first met. I saw you dressed so temptingly, and I thought you were going to seduce me, but I didn't expect you to be in a wrong relationship."

Zhao Yurou's face suddenly turned red. Yang Tianfeng said something was not unreasonable. She wanted Yang Tianfeng to agree to the matter, but she did make a soft effort and even made her little hands prepare for sacrifice. But no matter how much I think about it, it was not so comfortable to say it. She gave Yang Tianfeng a hateful look, turned around and quickly returned to the room.

Yang Tianfeng stood in the yard with a wicked smile, watching Zhao Yurou run away in panic, and felt very interesting. It was not until a bang that he walked towards his room with a smile.

Regarding time, some people think it is a concept that exists in people's minds. Some people think more, then their time will slow down, and some people act more, then their time will faster. Yang Tianfeng has more thinking and more actions, so time seems a bit contradictory to him.

Ships carrying grain and salt were coming and large trucks continued to come, enriching the warehouses including Wohugang; Xiao San returned with dozens of large and small ships he bought; the security team led by Chen Dalong also ended the storm of Youza armed forces and gathered around Qulong Town again; Watanabe's transfer order came down, and Yang Tianfeng arranged for Zong Baichuan, who was cautious and thoughtful in handling affairs, and sent more than 200 troops to the city to garrison...

As time passed, Yang Tianfeng's arrangements were implemented one by one, but his heart became more and more nervous.

Every day, he got up early and took the team for morning exercises. Then he had dinner and arranged the team's training tasks for the day. He had to go to the gun factory for technical guidance. Then he rode on his horse and returned to Yang's home with the guards. First, he greeted Mrs. Yang, and then listened to the report of the situation in the city by Zong Baichuan every day. Of course, what he was most concerned about was the water situation observation of the special person three times a day.

In the evening, he returned to Wohugang and had to take time to go to the gun factory to listen to the report and propose various solutions. When he returned to the old house, he did not rest immediately, but tried his best to cheer up and draw drawings of what could be applied to the present.

Under his forced order, under the gun of the security regiment soldiers, the tenants on the Yang family's fields began to harvest unripe crops. There were resentful eyes everywhere, which also made Yang Tianfeng feel very depressed.

Receive a little bit, facing the boiling public grievances and the protests of farmers everywhere, Yang Tianfeng had to change his original intention. He ignored the land of other families if he wanted to be cut.

Every day, he was so busy that he hit the back of his head, but it caused so much dissatisfaction and hatred that Yang Tianfeng felt a helpless sorrow. Only when he returned to the old house in Wohugang tiredly at night and Meng Qiulan's soft and gentle words made him feel a little comforted.

The weather was so hot that it was breathless. The dark clouds rolled in the sky and piled up into a whole piece, like a piece of thick iron, gradually sinking to the ground.

After Yang Tianfeng finished his morning exercise, he wiped his sweat and gently pushed the door and walked into the house.

Meng Qiulan was still sleeping in the bedroom with a pillow, and she was sleeping deeply. She lay lazily on the bed, wearing a pink pajama, and the belt around her waist was half open, which could not hide her beautiful body. Her snow-white and tall chest was half exposed from the slightly dispersed robe, and with even breathing, it trembled slightly. Most of the two round and slender pink legs were stretched out across the clothes, just in front of Yang Tianfeng's eyes, and could be touched casually.

The more you know, the more worries you will be. As a woman, Meng Qiulan was favored by a man and left her mother-in-law's sight. This is her happiness. However, for Yang Tianfeng, this simple happiness is so difficult to obtain.

Yang Tianfeng sighed softly, unable to bear to disturb Meng Qiulan's good sleep, so he turned around and walked out quietly...

In the wilderness, the wind swept the dust, and it was hidden and rising. The air was tide and hot, making people feel palpitations.

Yang Tianfeng suddenly held the horse's head and looked at the fast horse running from the opposite side. As he got closer, he could see clearly the rider on the horse, who was from the security team.

"Young Master, Young Master." The rider immediately rolled off the saddle, threw the reins, rushed to Yang Tianfeng's horse a few steps, and said hurriedly: "No, the Yellow River has broken its mouth."

Although Yang Tianfeng was mentally prepared, he still felt a thud of his head. He took a deep breath, jumped off his horse, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be anxious, make it clear."

"Yes, yes." The rider gasped for a few breaths and said, "This is a letter written by Mr. Zong. Just last night, the city received a telegram saying that the Yellow River embankment had broken. When I left, the Japanese in the city were about to evacuate. The guards were placing the door panels all over the streets, changing sandbags, and blocking the city gates tightly..."

Yang Tianfeng snatched the letter, tore open the envelope, and looked carefully.

Zong Baichuan said in the letter: The front-line Japanese devils said in an emergency telegram that the Yellow River broke its dam and the Yellow River was coming southeast at a speed of five kilometers per hour. Watanabe received the telegram and immediately summoned Japanese and puppet officers to hold a meeting. He led his troops and immediately retreated towards Shangqiu and prepared to meet friendly troops on the front line.

In a hurry, the food and supplies could not be transported away, so he had to leave a small team of Japanese soldiers to guard the remaining supplies. He also asked someone to notify several posts located in the important transportation site and quickly meet in the city. In the city, Yan Baocai led people to block the city gate and sent people out of the city to collect ships. When the water retreated, the food collected in the city and the supplies left behind were transported away.

Yang Tianfeng, who had seen the map at a speed of five kilometers per hour and measured it countless times, immediately calculated the approximate time when the flood hit. He put down the letter, looked at the rider who was delivering the letter, and asked seriously: "Have you told others about this when you came?"

"No, Mr. Zong has told you to tell the young master about this matter first, and everything will be followed by the young master's arrangements." The rider said hurriedly.

Yang Tianfeng nodded, turned around and said to a guard: "You should go back to the post immediately, tell Mr. Hu, and notify all households on the post that the flood will rush here within more than 30 hours. In addition, let them be prepared to set off at any time. By the way, tell the second young lady that I will not go back tonight."

"Yes." The guard took the order and left.
Chapter completed!