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What went wrong?
Yang Ruolan couldn't figure it out. She stood blankly by the water, looking at the boat going away, and shook her head with a wry smile.
Yang Hualin and Yang's anger did not last long.
Why?
Because they were quickly attracted by the porridge served by Osmanthus Dayun, Bao Suyun and others.
Hot porridge and white flour steamed buns are life-saving things!
…
On the boat, Yang Ruoqing was holding the boat, and Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun were supporting little old Yang's head.
Yang Hualin's shouts and Yang's curses were gradually left behind.
When the boat was halfway through, Mrs. Sun couldn't help but discuss with Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, should we let your second uncle and the others live here?"
Yang Ruoqing said: "There is no room left at home."
Even if there is a vacant house, Yang Hualin and others will not be allowed to live in it.
She would rather let a random family in the village move in than agree to let Yang Hualin move in.
"My little grandpa is so sick. As their daughter and son-in-law, they only care about themselves!"
Yang Ruoqing continued.
"If we hadn't found out in the past, I don't know how little grandpa would have been burned! We don't want to be so kind to selfish people like them!"
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Sun sighed.
"It's nothing, sir. I just felt a little sad when I saw Lan Yatou and Bai Xiaozi. They are all children who have never endured hardship..." Sun said.
Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes directly.
"Mom, can you stop being so sympathetic?" she said.
"You feel sorry for this and sympathize with that."
"I didn't cause this heavy rain, and I didn't blow up the reservoir above Zhengjia Village."
"This is a natural disaster!"
"Our home has almost become a shelter, with people living inside and outside."
"We make two trips a day to deliver food to the folks on the 'deserted island' over there. Our family has done our best to do this. It's enough. Just don't do anything else for me, okay?"
I can't stand Mr. Sun's temperament. Sometimes he is so simple and kind that he is cute.
Sometimes, he is so stupid that it makes Yang Ruoqing angry.
Her tone obviously became more serious, and the blame in her words was not hidden.
Mrs. Sun was speechless by these words.
The woman looked at Yang Ruoqing blankly, blushing a little.
Da Sun, who was on the same boat, also heard the conversation between mother and daughter.
Mrs. Sun said to Mrs. Sun, "You don't think Qing'er's words stifled you. I think what she said is reasonable."
"Sister, you are just too soft-hearted."
"Being soft-hearted is not a bad thing, but you can't just be soft-hearted and be soft-hearted to everyone."
"People like Qing'er's second uncle and second mother are so arrogant. If anything happens to your family, they hide in the town and pretend not to know, and they don't interact with you."
"They didn't run away because of the flood right now. If they were in the county town now, they wouldn't care how we were flooded!"
"Why do you need to care about them? Besides, we are sending porridge and steamed buns, which is the end of our kindness and righteousness. Just listen to Qing'er!"
Mrs. Sun opened her mouth quickly and quacked, which made Mrs. Sun even more ashamed and lowered her head.
"Hey, eldest sister, what you and Qing'er said are reasonable. I am a person who can't control my temper..."
Sun said with a wry smile.
Da Sun said: "You are the reincarnation of Clay Bodhisattva."
Yang Ruoqing said: "When the Clay Bodhisattva crosses the river, he cannot save himself. Mom has done enough good things. Don't worry about everything. We can't control it!"
When the boat arrived near Yang Ruoqing's house, the water level gradually receded.
The boat was not deep enough to row, so Mrs. Sun and Yang Ruoqing jumped out and retreated into the water, pushing it to the door of her yard and tying it down.
At this time, Lao Yangtou and the others were looking at the pig pen in Sun's backyard.
The water in the pigsty is the deepest in the entire yard.
If the pigs were still here, they would definitely be flooded until only their heads were left.
But now, they are all living in the compartment on the second floor and sleeping.
Lao Suntou had mixed feelings.
He said to the men around him: "This time, thanks to my Qing'er taking precautions and urging us to build this two-story wooden building, these dozens of pigs escaped!"
Beside them, Chang Geng and Daniu also had expressions of luck and fear.
There are also pigs from their two families here.
Chang Geng said: "Yesterday I went to the village to help the villagers relocate. Those who raised pigs, the pig pens were full of water."
"The pigs soaked in it all night, and it's probably useless by now. The loss is too great!"
Da Niu said: "There is no hope for this season's crops. As long as this pig can be saved, our family will not suffer from the northwest wind!"
On the side, Yang Huazhong thought of something, so he asked Blacksmith Luo: "How is the fish pond? Have all the fish run away?"
Speaking of this, Blacksmith Luo had a mixture of joy and sadness on his face.
"When the flood came, some of them escaped. Fortunately, Qing'er and Tangyazi came up with the idea to build a circle of nets and vines around the fish pond."
"More or less, you also left some fish for me, so that I won't be busy for half a year in vain!"
Yang Huazhong patted Blacksmith Luo on the shoulder: "It's okay, Brother Luo, let's work together to get over this difficulty first, and start all over again next year!"
It was at this time that Da Sun came over in a hurry.
"Master Qing'er, Qing'er sent me to find you. She brought her little grandpa over. He still has a fever. You guys should go to the front yard quickly..."
As soon as Lao Yangtou heard that his brother was coming, he immediately turned around and ran back.
When they came to the guest room, they saw Mrs. Sun standing aside with a basin of hot water, and Yang Ruoqing was putting a handkerchief on the forehead of little old Yangtou to lower his fever.
"Didn't he follow Zhenbang to the county seat? Why is he in the village?" Old Yangtou was surprised.
Wang Hongquan on the side knew the news and said: "I came back two days ago."
"What about Zhenbang? He's back too?" Old Yangtou asked.
Wang Hongquan shook his head: "The old man came back by himself."
Old Yangtou's face turned ugly.
Next to him, Old Suntou had a fiery temper, and he directly expressed what he and Old Yangtou felt.
"Yang Zhenbang earns so much money and is not filial. He doesn't care whether the old man lives or lives. Such a son is still a son!"
Old Yangtou sighed, "This brother of mine also has a hard life!"
Yang Ruoqing lowered the fever of little old Yangtou, gave him some medicine, and left him under the care of old Yangtou.
Then he went to work on his own.
…
"Brother Zuo, this boat you built is really cool. It looks like a professional at first glance!"
Yang Ruoqing looked excitedly at a canopy boat moored in the middle of the water in front of her, and praised it with a click of her tongue.
This canopy boat is longer and wider than the small boat her family built in a hurry.
It was estimated to be twice as big as the boat.
The bow and stern of the ship are slightly tilted like a shuttle, making it very flexible, making it easy to change directions at any time among a bunch of buildings, and move forward and backward freely.
The hull of the boat has a shallow draft, and a shed is propped up in the middle. People can stay inside without fear of wind or rain.
