"Mom, isn't this amazing? I can't even believe it! Ahhhh..."

Although she has seen many women from pregnancy to childbirth, her aunt, Aunt Duo'er, Aunt Xiaojie...

However, none of these were as shocking as seeing her mother's belly swell and her little brothers and sisters being born!

The aunts and uncles gave birth to cousins, but those who came out of the mother's womb were actually their real brothers and sisters, siblings, how could the feeling be the same!

When Yang Ruoqing looked at the girl in front of her who was obviously thinner and darker, but was more mature and capable when she had sex under her knees, she was both pleased and distressed.

"Are you tired in the training camp? You've grown so big, and it's the first time you've become so thin that you can even see your collarbone." Yang Ruoqing asked her.

Baby Luo was still squatting there, gently holding her mother's big belly with both hands, but smiling with satisfaction.

"I'm a little tired, but I've never been so happy. I can sleep soundly."

"It sounds like you used to go out and steal other people's cattle in the middle of the night." Wang Cuilian joked with a smile and patted Luo Baobao on the shoulder: "Come here, sit down and have a sip of tea. I'm tired of squatting all the time."

"Grandma, I'm not tired at all. I'm communicating with my brothers and sisters."

"I told them to come out quickly and grow up quickly. Then my sister will take them to the training camp to play!"

The whole family laughed.

After Luo Baobao had touched enough, he asked Yang Ruoqing a lot about the activities of the two fetuses in the belly. It was not until Wang Cuilian and Tuoba Xian, the two grandmothers, took turns urging them several times that they sat down on the stool next to them.

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"Okay, now let's talk about how you got down the mountain. Is Jinling homesick and eager to return to Huguang County?"

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the young man sitting quietly beside her and asked Luo Baobao again.

Luo Baobao smiled and glanced at Zuo Jingling, "If he had his way, he would love to live in my training camp, but that's not possible. He has his own home and has something to do at home. He doesn't want to go back to me anymore.

I had to drive him back, and then I went down the mountain."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea, not knowing what to say.

Do you mean it was good to chase him away?

That's so unkind.

Are you saying that it’s not good to chase him away?

But my daughter's analysis was reasonable. In this generation of the Zuo family, there is only one child like Zuo Jingling. This child will not only inherit Zuo Junmo's mantle, but also become the next heir of the Mo family.

This child is Mrs. Zuo’s lifeblood and treasure.

I came here before the Dragon Boat Festival and have been staying for half a month. It’s time to go back.

"However, Auntie, after we came down from the mountain, sister Wuyou and I saw the condition of the river embankment to resist floods, and we changed our minds."

This time, it was Zuo Jingling who spoke.

Perhaps it was because he rarely spoke. He spoke very slowly, as if he was biting out every word from his mouth with great force.

But every word was spoken in a precise and round tone, and his voice was pleasant to the ear. His tone and demeanor were serious, and he had a calmness that transcended his age. There was a hint of Zuo Junmo's former demeanor between his brows.

"Oh? Have you gone to the river to see it? Have you met your uncle?" Yang Ruoqing asked Zuo Jingling again.

Zuo Jingling nodded, "I saw him and said a few words."

At this time, Luo Baobao took over and said, "Dad asked us to come back first, saying that he and his uncle would come home for dinner this afternoon."

"Why don't you all go home and eat? Okay, okay, let's not simplify things this afternoon." Wang Cuilian said with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing smiled at Wang Cuilian, which also meant she agreed.

"Then I'll go to the kitchen and get ready." Wang Cuilian got up and rushed to the backyard without stopping.

In the hall, Tuoba Xian is still there. Today, her granddaughter is back and she will not go back to the small Buddhist hall for the time being.

You can go to the small Buddhist temple every day, but it is rare for your granddaughter to come back.

"Baby, Jingling said earlier that you have changed your mind, so what are the arrangements now?"

The two grandmothers have different focuses.

Yang Ruoqing was reminded by Tuoba Xian and remembered what Zuo Jingling said earlier, so she looked at the two children inquiringly.

Zuo Jingling smiled lightly at Luo Baobao: "Let Sister Wuyou do the talking."

Luo Baobao was very articulate and took over the conversation naturally: "Mom, I see dad and the others are working so hard to build the river embankment. This is certainly good, but we have to be prepared for everything."

"What if the water is stronger than in previous years and the river bank is breached?"

Yang Ruoqing frowned, "That's the worst plan, losses are inevitable, we have to try our best to move people to higher ground..."

"The water is too big, and there are all kinds of washed-up trees, collapsed beams, and sharp stones under the water. Isn't it too dangerous for people to just walk in the water without any precautions to complete the relocation and transfer of property?"

"There are also women, children, and sick and elderly people. It would be too troublesome to transfer them!"

Yang Ruoqing looked at Luo Baobao, the shock in her eyes deepening little by little.

Of course she has considered these things, so in the past few days, she has not only sent letters to several places outside asking them to quickly transport food, but she has also been looking at suitable resettlement sites nearby.

But she is a thirty-year-old adult and has experienced a lot of such things in her past life and this life, but Luo Baobao and Zuo Jingling are just two teenagers.

The two of them could think so far and comprehensively, which was really beyond Yang Ruoqing's expectations.

Not only was Yang Ruoqing shocked, but even Tuoba Xian, the oldest person here who had once governed a huge country, had to take a new look at these two children.

"Then what good plans do you have?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

"Let's talk about it this time!" Luo Baobao smiled and turned the topic to Zuo Jingling.

Zuo Jingling nodded lightly, straightened his clothes and said solemnly, "I want to build a few boats for everyone for emergencies." "Building boats?" Yang Ruoqing's eyes brightened.

When floods hit, more than 80% of the village's houses are low-rise houses. It is no exaggeration to say that the water level can easily cover half of the height of the gate.

It is simply too difficult for people to walk in the water under such conditions, and it is even harder to carry things.

By then, the only means of transportation that every household will be able to use will probably be a large wooden tub for bathing, right?

But the big wooden basin can't hold up a child at a time, and it will sink if there are too many. If the adult pushing the basin is not steady, the big basin overturns and the child falls into the water, it will be another story...

Therefore, when there is a flood, there will always be a certain number of people missing.

When the water slowly recedes after a long time, corpses soaked beyond recognition will always be found in some inconspicuous corner courtyards or under the roots of big trees...

Human tragedy!
Chapter completed!