The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

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Censor Zheng and Shen Ling looked at the crowds of people on the mountain, their expressions still tense.

Although everyone has come up, the flood is not over yet.

Censor Zheng felt somewhat relieved when he saw the large group of doctors following behind him from the capital.

After the flood, plague is also a major issue.

On the third day of the countdown to the Ningpei flood, everyone gathered in the mountains. Although the weather was hot, everyone was able to remain calm because of the terrifying flood dream.

On the second day of the flood countdown, some people had some ideas in their minds, but they were suppressed by the government officials and the horrific scenes in their dreams. Although they were a little anxious, they never thought about returning to their homes at the foot of the mountain.

On the last day of the flood countdown, even though some people had had that horrific flood dream, they still guessed that the time of the flood was delayed, so very few people on the mountain secretly went down the mountain.

At three or four o'clock in the morning of the next day, several men in coarse cloth jackets gathered together and chatted in low voices.

"Did Chen Zi go back secretly?"

"That is."

"Isn't he afraid of the flood? He'll die. God told me in my dream that there's going to be a big flood."

"What are you afraid of? Money is more important than life. Let me tell you, all the rich people in the county have moved to the mountains, and the rich people in the city have kept their money at home. That kid stole away and picked up several pieces of gold and silver. If only we had stayed in the mountains, that little thief Chen Zi would have become a rich man!"

"Wang Dahu, you can't go down. If you don't go down, I won't help you make a fortune!"

The man who was speaking was called Ermazi, a pickpocket and gangster in Ningpei County. He was from the same village as Wang Dahu. He had an ordinary face, but his eyes were full of excitement.

The man called Wang Dahu was a relatively strong and honest-looking man. After listening to Ermazi's words, Wang Dahu was somewhat tempted, but when he thought of the horrific scene in his dream that day, he shook his head firmly.

"No, no, the gods in heaven said that this dream was sent because of His Majesty. We can't do such a stupid thing. Ermazi, find someone else."

"Oh, Wang Dahu, I came to you because I think highly of you. Considering that you and I are from the same village, you are still taking advantage of me. Forget it, you fool will never make a fortune in your life. I'm leaving now."

Ermazi walked down the mountain angrily.

In fact, he didn't really want Wang Dahu to go down the mountain with him to do this business. The main reason was that he heard that the guys at the foot of the mountain who valued money more than their lives had stolen a lot of good things. He was so thin and weak, and he thought that he couldn't steal much. With a strong and honest Wang Dahu around, he could get more, and he wouldn't be afraid of being robbed by those "colleagues".

But now that he had told Wang Dahu, this guy was really like a fool and was unwilling to do it, and Ermazi was furious again.

Damn, Wang Dahu is such an idiot, he doesn’t even know how to make money!

As he was thinking, he was halfway up the mountain when his foot suddenly hit a stone and he kicked it hard.

The stone was kicked far away, but the crisp sound was covered by another sharp sound that seemed to come from the bones of fear.

"squeak……"

In an instant, the sky turned overcast.

Ermazi raised his head in horror and saw a black mass in the distance running towards him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At that terrifying speed, Ermazi's legs instantly went limp. His eyes were wide open, still filled with greed for the wealth at the foot of the mountain.

At this hesitant speed, Ermazi also saw clearly what the black thing in the distance was - it was a flood as terrifying as in a dream. Wherever it passed through trees and villages, tall trees and buildings were pressed into the water, making a terrifying "creaking" sound.

It started to rain.

Only when it landed on his skin did Ermazi feel his legs freed from the horrible bondage.

He ran up the mountain as fast as he could.

He ran so fast that he could see Wang Dahu, who was ten meters tall and looking at him in fear, from behind.

But...how can human power outrun a flood?

Under Wang Dahu's horrified eyes, the flood directly washed Ermazi away.

Wang Dahu slumped on the ground. The tragedy that happened a dozen steps away made him unable to help but climb a few steps higher.

There are many people like Ermazi who were swept away because of greed, but compared with the total number, they are much better off.

Censor Zheng and Shen Ling knew it, but looking at the terrifying "black dragon" at the foot of the mountain, they felt both nervous and relaxed.

I was nervous about the flood and the loss of property, but I was also relieved by the strange sense of relief that the flood had finally come.

Before the flood came, even if these people stayed on the mountain obediently, they would become anxious as time went by. But now that the flood has come, at least they don’t have to worry about people sneaking down the mountain again.

Censor Zheng sighed.