Aunt Chen is back from the world of cultivation

The people of the southern capital city are still living and working in peace and contentment.

But for Lu Sanweng's family living in Lujia Village, Nanzhili, this period of time was extremely frightening and turbulent.

Three days ago, the county magistrate suddenly summoned the village heads into the city. When they came back, they said that according to news from the court, a severe flood would occur in ten days, and everyone was required to migrate in three days and seek refuge near Nando.

These three days are the time for everyone to pack up their belongings.

Such an order was like a bolt from the blue to villagers like Lu Sanweng, who had lived in Lujia Village for generations.

According to the most knowledgeable person in the village, the disaster-stricken area farthest from the southern capital city of the counties they were migrating to was 300 miles away.

Many people asked if they could go somewhere closer, and the answer they got was that the surrounding areas would be affected by the floods, and the counties to which they had to relocate would be the worst hit.

Only Nando City can accommodate so many disaster victims, and the court has issued an order to concentrate relief in Nando City.

They must go to Nandu!

Many people burst into tears and howled on the spot.

They don't have a car, so how much can they carry by manpower alone?

Are all other property going to be washed away by the flood?

So what should they do next?

Their ancestors have lived here for generations, and many have never even been to the county town in their entire lives. Suddenly, they are asked to abandon the houses they have built with great difficulty and the land on which they depend for survival and go to the distant southern capital. They simply cannot imagine how terrible their future life will become.

They had seen refugees who had lost their homes due to floods, droughts, and snowstorms before. They were no different from beggars on the street.

And now, they are also going to become refugees who have to leave their homes and wander around.

"Why are you crying? Instead of crying, you might as well go back and pack your things! Are you going to leave early and wait for the flood to come and drown us?"

The head of the village scolded and cursed.

It was obvious that he was in a very bad mood.

In Lujia Village, he is the head of the village and his family owns 20 to 30 acres of land, which allows him to do whatever he wants.

When he flees in the future, how different is he from other ordinary villagers?

But would he dare not flee? That was a flood, even if the Jade Emperor came, he would still be washed away and drowned.

On the day of departure, everyone in the village, regardless of gender or age, was covered with things.

The rice that has just been dried will be the family’s food for the coming year. It is pushed in a wheelbarrow and cannot be thrown away even if it costs one’s life.

Winter clothes and quilts are also among the most precious possessions in the home, as are all kinds of livestock, which are also raised with great effort and must not be abandoned.

In addition, you also need to bring ironware at home, daily clothes, drinking water and dry food for the journey.

As for the bowls, pans, tables, chairs, benches, beds, and houses, all these household items that were purchased with great difficulty could only be left to the flood.

Many people were wiping tears as they walked.

The heavy objects on their backs bent their waists, and the slippery road made walking extremely difficult.

After walking non-stop for a whole day, they only covered more than 40 miles, and many people were so tired that they were about to collapse.

But they hadn't even reached the county town yet, so how could they stop?

Fortunately, we finally arrived at the county town the next afternoon, and the rest of the way we walked on the official road.

But even so, the pace of Mr. Lu San and his grandson was getting slower and slower.

After two days of traveling and carrying so many things, he was exhausted as an old man in his fifties.

What’s worse is that it rained yesterday, and even though we tried our best to shelter him, my frail grandson still caught a cold and started to have a fever.

The destination, Nandu City, was more than 220 miles away, a distance that could be reached by fast horses in more than a day, but it was as far as an insurmountable chasm for them.

Mr. Lu Sanweng took out three taels of silver and two strings of copper coins that the family had saved with great difficulty and stuffed them into the arms of his eldest son, Lu Daniu.

"Daniu, you will be the head of our family from now on."

"I really can't walk any more. Daniu and Erniu, you two should hurry up and catch up with the government team. Don't delay the trip!"

Naturally, the two sons refused to leave.

We are still in the disaster-stricken area and no one knows what the situation will be like when the flood comes.

A flood that has attracted so much attention from the imperial court must have very strong water. His father can no longer walk. If he falls down after they leave, he might be washed away or drowned by the flood.

If they were to leave, the family would most likely be separated forever.

Mr. Lu San knew this truth very well.

But if we indulge him at his speed, the whole family might die in this flood.

He forced himself to hold back his tears and shouted:

"Let's go! Take Xiao Hu with you! Find a place to get him treated! Anyone who doesn't leave and leaves the whole family here is unfilial!"

Lu Daniu and Lu Erniu looked at their father deeply, with red eyes, threw a bag of dry food to their father, put the children on the wheelbarrow that was already full of things, pushed it with difficulty, and turned and left.

There are many elderly, weak, women and children like Lu Sanweng who have been left behind voluntarily or involuntarily.

No one wanted to die, and everyone was trying their best to move towards Nandu.

It rained heavily every day. The rain on the road blurred their vision, wet their clothes, and made walking more difficult.

We also remind them at all times that floods are by no means an exaggeration.

Even though they had used all their strength, the distance they could walk every day was reduced from more than 40 miles to more than 20 miles.

Some of the weak even fell on the road.

The day of the flood announced by the government is getting closer and closer. Many people are exhausted and many have fallen ill.

But the southern capital is still more than a hundred miles away.

A look at the boundary markers showed that they were even within the boundaries of other migrating counties.

In other words, once a flood comes, they may be drowned directly!

Despair permeated the entire team of the old, weak and sick.

Just when everyone was completely exhausted and ready to sit down and wait for death, they suddenly heard the sound of many horse hooves coming from the front.

Everyone hurried to the sides of the official road.

Although the common people could also use the official roads, they did not pay taxes after all, but these carriages and horses had paid taxes.

They must get out of the way.

If you fail to give way to the military or official vehicles, you will be responsible for the casualties, and you may even be beaten or imprisoned.

Ahead was a line of horse-drawn carriages that seemed to have no end.

With Lu Sanweng's limited counting ability, he couldn't even count how many cars there were.

The carriages were getting closer and closer, but they were moving slower and slower. When they reached the middle of the elderly, the weak, women and children who were fleeing the disaster, they stopped completely.

A very young man in his early twenties, as thin as a bamboo pole, dressed in fine clothes, stepped out from the front carriage. He stood on the shaft and shouted:

"Dear fellow countrymen, I am Zheng Yuannai, the son of Yangzhou General Zheng Baizhan. I have specially led a team of carriages and horses organized by Yangzhou merchants to come from the southern capital to pick you up! Next, everyone, listen to my instructions and get on the carriages in an orderly manner!"

The elderly, the weak, women and children, filled with despair, all raised their heads in disbelief.

Looking at those carriages that were neatly sealed with oilcloth, such nice carriages were actually here to pick them up!

With the carriage, they left the danger zone in time and avoided death!

"Really? Are you here to pick us up and take us to Nandu?"

The skinny young master of the official family smiled and said:

"Is this true? I've already received quite a few calls, and you're the last one!"

Everyone was overjoyed.

In the eyes of everyone, the skinny young master suddenly became as glorious as a god descending from heaven.

I just felt that although he was thin, he looked very energetic and his facial features were quite heroic.

Then, under the arrangement of Young Master Zheng, the sick people were separated from the normal people and got on the carriage.

After traveling for nearly two whole days, everyone finally arrived at the western suburbs of Nandu City, a disaster relief camp that could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

It was also raining heavily in Nandu City. Tarpaulins were hung everywhere in the camp to block most of the rain for the victims.

Drainage ditches carry the pouring rainwater to distant places.

Smoke was rising from the stoves here and there, and the aroma of food wafted in, instantly arousing the feeling of hunger.

Seeing all this, Lu Sanweng's anxious heart inexplicably calmed down.

He got off the carriage with the help of a stick and was immediately taken to a shed to line up. Soon, he was given a bowl of steaming ginger soup.

"Drink it quickly to avoid catching a cold! There are too many sick people among the disaster victims. The doctors from Yangzhou and Nandu City are almost overwhelmed in the patient camp!"

"Patient camp? Where is the patient camp?"

Mr. Lu Sanweng thought of his little grandson who had a fever and asked hurriedly.