"Muzichuan, do you have anything to do with us?"

Yang Ruoqing's voice came from the door of the main room along with her footsteps.

Mu Zichuan followed the sound and his eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing.

After not seeing each other for several months, the girl has grown taller again, becoming more graceful, slender, and graceful.

The characteristics and charm of women are becoming more and more obvious.

A glimmer of joy quietly flashed across Mu Zichuan's eyes.

Before he could speak, Old Yangtou beside him couldn't help but frown.

"Qing'er, don't be rude. This is a disaster relief official sent by the imperial court. You must call me sir..." Old Yang said.

"ah?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, a little unhappy with Old Yangtou's groveling look.

"There are no outsiders here. Are you too nervous?"

"Haha, if that's really the case, I'm not a commoner either."

She turned around and held Luo Fengtang's arm beside her.

"Tang Yaozi is a general, and I am the wife of a brigadier general. Maybe I can become a royal wife in the future! Muzichuan, don't you think so?"

Mu Zichuan looked embarrassed.

He glanced at Luo Fengtang's arm held tightly by Yang Ruoqing and lowered his eyelashes.

Then, he turned his head and said to Old Yang: "Grandpa Yang, Qing'er is right. Although I was sent by the imperial court to assist in disaster relief, I am also a member of Changping Village."

"There are no outsiders here. We can avoid those false etiquette and other things if we can, so as not to be constrained by each other's words and deeds."

Mu Zichuan's words made Lao Yangtou's cheeks burn.

Yang Ruoqing glanced sideways at Old Yang's head.

Hey, did you flatter me on the horse's leg?

Deserve it!

At the Eight Immortals table, Mu Zichuan stood up and said to everyone: "I have just asked everyone here about the disaster."

“No matter how many questions you ask, it’s better to go there and see it with your own eyes.”

"Qing'er, Tangyazi, could you two accompany me for a walk outside to see how the damage to the surrounding villages is?" Mu Zichuan asked.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other.

If he asked them to accompany him out to see the scenery, they would definitely spray him to death with a mouthful of salt soda.

It's different now. He's back to provide disaster relief. Even if he doesn't mention this kind of request, the two of them will take the initiative to do it.

Luo Fengtang nodded cheerfully: "Okay!"

Mu Zichuan turned his inquiring eyes on Yang Ruoqing again.

What he looked forward to most was her nod of approval.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and smiled: "The husband sings and the wife follows, of course we go together!"

Mu Zichuan also nodded, unable to tell whether he was sad or happy.

Seeing that the three of them were about to go out, Lao Yangtou and the others came over again.

"Juren Lao..."

Realizing something, Lao Yangtou and the others quickly changed their tune.

"Brother Zichuan, what's that? You just got off the boat and haven't even had a few sips of tea."

"Why don't you wait until lunch to check on the damage? And you haven't even met your mother's side yet..." Old Yang said.

Muzichuan frowned slightly and said, "The disaster is like a fire and cannot be delayed."

"Since I'm back, I'm not in a hurry to meet my mother at this moment."

After saying these words, he turned around and said to Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang who were waiting at the door: "Let's go!"

"okay!"

Yang Ruoqing responded readily, but before leaving, she couldn't help but glance at Old Yang's head.

What's going on?

Why is the attentiveness of Mu Zichuan so important and so obvious?

What do you want to curry favor with?

Hey, if a person keeps thinking about kneeling down, the people next to him won’t be able to pull him up.

Speechless!

…

The three of them took a small boat out of the house.

Luo Fengtang was punting the boat, and Mu Zichuan was standing on the bow, without the folding fan in his hand that scholars and talented people used to pretend to be contestants.

Instead, he took a long bamboo pole.

Yang Ruoqing stood beside him, holding a string of ropes with several weights tied to one end of the ropes.

The three of them first rowed a circle around Changping Village and tested the depth of the water levels in different areas.

Then, the boat passed through the village and checked the damage status of every household.

Seeing the dead chickens and ducks floating in the water, as well as some other floating rotting animal carcasses, Mu Zichuan frowned tightly.

“The losses are so serious, it’s like a loss of lives!”

He sighed softly.

Along the way from Wanghai County, everywhere we go is full of desolation.

He came down to provide disaster relief and flood control with great ambitions. However, during the disaster relief in Baiquan Town below Wanghai County.

A dam in Baiquan Town broke, and the flood rushed out like a ferocious beast.

He could only watch helplessly as the people were swept away by the flood and their families separated.

Such a small child rushed in front of him.

He jumped into the water and grabbed the child's hand.

However, the current was so strong that his hand was washed away in a moment, and the child was gone.

If the accompanying guards had not rescued him in time, he would have been swept away by the flood.

The child's body was found the next afternoon...

The ambitions I had when I left Beijing were immediately poured cold water on me.

"The sky is ruthless and treats the common people as stupid dogs!"

"In the face of such a major disaster, manpower is so insignificant!"

Thinking of the sadness, Mu Zichuan couldn't help but said in a deep voice, his face full of sadness and gloom.

Hey, why doesn't anyone comfort me?

Where has Qing'er gone?

Mu Zichuan turned around and saw that the place next to him was empty. Yang Ruoqing did not know when she went to Luo Fengtang who was supporting the boat at the stern.

At the stern of the boat, Yang Ruoqing was pointing at the animal carcasses floating in the water.

"Shouldn't we ask Uncle Li Zheng to take the village men with water skills to pick up these animal carcasses and dispose of them? Why are there so many?"

She frowned, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.

"These things float in the water, emit a foul smell, and pollute the water with a lot of viruses."

"If the skin comes into contact with this water, it may cause sores and pus, and it may even be infected with the plague. Then it will be a real disaster!"

Hearing this, Luo Fengtang also looked serious.

He handed the pennies in his hand to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, you accompany Muzichuan to inspect the damage. I'll go back and organize people to salvage these things!"

Yang Ruoqing grabbed him and said, "Don't go back now. The water is dirty and I won't allow you to swim back."

"After checking the damage, it won't be too late for you to row out and fish out!" she said.

Luo Fengtang had no choice but to stay and continue to punt.

Yang Ruoqing returned to Muzichuan.

Mu Zichuan heard everything she said just now.

At this moment, she was looking at Yang Ruoqing with admiration: "Qing'er, your concern is very good. When I go back after the inspection, I will call on everyone to salvage it."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"We have been salvaging in the past few days, but some things were not found at the time. Maybe they were pressed in some corners and were washed up by the water later," she said.
Chapter completed!