After a while, both of them sat down. Zhao Yurou panted and said, "Don't fall asleep and get into the water. Let's tie our braids to the tree."

"Okay, I'm really sleepy and I feel so hungry." Hao Jiaqi pushed her glasses and grabbed the braid behind her in her hand.

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard a loud "slam" sound from the village, and a yellow smoke column rushed into the sky. It turned out that the village ancestral hall collapsed in the water. The house had been soaked in the water for so long, and the gables were soaked. Only the sounds were heard kept ringing, the houses collapsed, and several gray columns rose one after another.

Hao Jiaqi was frightened, opened her mouth and was stunned for a long time, and said in a crying voice: "If I had known this, I would not have escaped. Everyone said they would have to cause heavy floods, but Wang Zhishang said it was okay."

Zhao Yurou reached out to pat Hao Jiaqi and kept comforting her. She felt a fever and a dizzy mind. She gradually leaned against the tree and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but Zhao Yurou was pushed to death by Hao Jiaqi, and listened to her in a daze and said, “Yurou, look, what is that? Could it be a small boat?”

Zhao Yurou rubbed her eyes, looked in the direction of Hao Jiaqi's finger for a while, and said disappointedly: "It's not like a boat, but someone is moving inside."

After a while, the black thing drifted closer along the water, and the two of them saw clearly that it was a large wooden trough for feeding animals, with three people sitting inside. One was a man in his thirties, with a black and red face, bare backbone, holding a stick in his hand, and slashing the water in sweat.

A woman of twenty-seven or eight years old sat in the middle of a wooden trough with a small baby in her arms. Her black hair was tied with a bun the size of a small bowl behind her head, and wet tears were left on her muddy cheeks.

The water kept oozing into the trough, and half of the trough had accumulated, and the wooden trough kept shaking. The woman hugged the child tightly in panic and shouted, "Boy's father, the water is almost full, what should I do?" She patted the child who was about to fall asleep, lowered her head and started crying.

The man was even more anxious and kept pouring water out, saying impatiently: "Oh... I cried again, cry again, what do you think? If the three of us sank, we will die together."

"Hey, fellow villager, take a slap toward this side!" Zhao Yurou swallowed hard for a few mouthfuls, moistened her throat, which was soaked and smoked, and shouted loudly...

The sun sets west, and the sky in the west creates a red glow. In the distance, there is a yellow apricot setting off the blue sky. In the gaps of the clouds, blue lines are exposed, which are extremely bright.

Crowding on the tree, the woman pressed her cheeks against the child's warm face. The child was already asleep and showed a sweet smile. She couldn't help but feel sad and sighed softly: "When can we escape from this water nest? Just have a big boat in front of us, or you can see the land, and there is hope! And our girl, I don't know where she has floated." As she said that, her eyes became wet again.

The tree was small, and the man tied himself to a branch and sat in a wooden trough. When he heard his wife talking about this sleep, he shook his head gently and continued to splash water out silently.

"We will be saved after two days of this water." Zhao Yurou took out a handful of elm leaves from her pocket and said, "Eat something, it's all for this child."

The woman took it, thanked her for a long time, put it in her mouth and chewed it slowly, and said, "This water will go down in two days? But my child's father said it's not accurate for ten days and half a month?"

Ah! Zhao Yurou and Hao Jiaqi were surprised. It turned out that the hope that supported them was shattered suddenly, and they immediately felt hopeless and confused in their hearts.

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The endless yellow water was filled with gray waves, and several flat-bottomed boats were flying on the water. The first ship was hung with a large flag, which was a bit old and damaged, with a large character "Yang" floating in the wind.

A small fortification was built with a sandbag on the bow of the boat, supporting an old-fashioned water-cooled Maxim machine gun. Yang Tianfeng sat on the Grand Master's chair at the bow, leaning on a knife, and posing majesticly.

He asked the people for their destiny and asked the Japanese to argue that the Qulong Town area would not hand over food. Yes, this reason is very good and very popular with the people. Thinking of the scene where the victims who received the news gathered at the dock to send him off before leaving, and the expression of the militia soldiers following him firmly, Yang Tianfeng smiled slightly.

They are all in their hometowns and relatives are affected by disasters. They do not talk about national justice, but only talk about future survival and belly problems. At this time, they can inspire the emotions of unity.

But there were some of the flags. Yang Tianfeng tilted his head and looked at them. This was a holy object that Mrs. Yang had treasured for many years. The militia hung this flag when it first started, and also wore this flag when it was fighting with the bandits. Although it was old and damaged, the symbolic meaning was quite significant. On the dock, he saw with his own eyes the excited expressions of many middle-aged people when they saw this flag, and some even shed tears.

"Where are you going? Don't go in the wrong direction." Yang Tianfeng looked at the white area around him, and there was no reference. He couldn't see the original river embankment clearly, so he opened his mouth and asked.

Xiao Si walked aside, asked the boatman, and came back and reported, "Don't worry, young master, they are all old-fashioned styles, and they can't go wrong even if they look at the sun and the stars. There is Xiaowang Village in front, and you will be able to see the county town in more than an hour."

Only then did Yang Tianfeng realize that the boatman wearing a straw hat was actually an acquaintance Zheng Laocheng, and he couldn't help but nod his head with a smile.

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"Gee." The child laughed happily and stretched out his little hands to scratch. Others were worried, but he was still carefree. Not being sensible also had the benefits of being ignorant. At least he only knew that he was happy after eating.

The woman gently pinched the child's little hand, sighed a long time, and looked into the distance again, hoping that the big ship she imagined could appear or that there was a piece of land that could float over.

"Hi, look, look." The woman suddenly shouted.

Several people looked up and showed joy at the same time. A large ship only showed its mast at first, and then showed its entire body, moving closer and closer, followed by one, two, and three...

"Hey, hey, help!" Hao Jiaqi shouted out loud, and then the people on the trees saw the savior and started shouting in chaos.

Yang Tianfeng raised his telescope, looked carefully at the people calling for help, identified several acquaintances, and finally positioned them on Zhao Yurou.

The big ship continued to follow the route, which was a rule set in advance. The big ship was a combat ship, a guide ship, and the matter of saving people was the small and medium-sized ships behind. This was how they came along the way, and no one recognized that the woman on the tree was actually the third young lady.
Chapter completed!