Changping Village.

Seeing Jiang Xianjun squatting on Yang Huazhong's boat with his arms folded like a drowned rat, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang exchanged glances.

If it were any other trapped villager, Luo Fengtang would definitely ask about the situation and express some concern.

But because the other party was Jiang Xianjun, Luo Fengtang tacitly picked up the bowl and started ladling the rice, deliberately not asking about this matter.

Yang Ruoqing squinted her eyes and asked in a loud voice: "What's wrong with him? Didn't they send their family of three to the resettlement site in the school before?"

Yang Huazhong had a sullen face and did not respond. Yang Yongzhi glanced at Jiang Xianjun, who had his head drooped, with a mocking look, and said angrily: "This kid wants to die. He doesn't stay peacefully at the resettlement site. He has to sneak back to the village. It's not me and the three of them."

My uncle was passing by his house and heard him calling for help, and now no one even knows he’s dead!”

Yang Ruoqing frowned and her eyes fell on Jiang Xianjun again.

Luo Fengtang also put down his bowls and chopsticks, and glanced at Jiang Xianjun with his sharp eyes.

Jiang Xianjun suddenly felt a chill covering his whole body, as if something heavy weighing a thousand kilograms was pressing down on him.

He bravely raised his face and explained to Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang: "...I, when we came out in a hurry, my mother picked up a few clothes for herself, and my father didn't even have any pants..."

"It's okay to borrow a pair of trousers from someone else and give them to your father. Is it worth it to come back to the village just for the trousers?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Yang Yongzhi spat into the water: "Masters, what can you do even if you don't wear pants for three to five days? When have you ever been so squeamish? Is this the tradition of the second wife of your Jiang family?"

Don't blame Yang Yongzhi for saying harsh words. Regarding Jiang Xianjun, who almost became his cousin-in-law, Yang Yongzhi also went from admiration to disappointment and finally hatred.

Jiang Xianjun blushed at Yang Yongzhi's sarcasm. He added in a weak voice: "It's not all about his pants. My father also forgot to take his medicine..."

Yang Ruoqing: "Even if you want to get medicine, you should register it and come back to get it. You sneak into the village alone. Do you know that this is very dangerous?"

Yang Yongzhi added: "The Jiang family's house is on the lowest ground, and the water has almost reached the lintel of the door. There is only such a small gap."

"A big hole was ripped out of the courtyard wall, and the water in the courtyard was pouring down from the middle of the courtyard. It was impossible for people to stand firmly in the water. This kid was knocked down by the water before he even entered the house. He was hit by the water.

When he reached the corner of the yard, if it weren't for the horizontal tree blocking him, he would have been washed into the pond at the back by the water."

Although Yang Ruoqing did not witness it with her own eyes, she could imagine the scene.

"I, I thought I could paddle and not drown..."

Jiang Xianjun muttered something in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head after hearing this.

At this time, Luo Fengtang suddenly stood up and jumped onto Yang Huazhong's boat, grabbed Jiang Xianjun, and threw him into the water.

There was a loud pop and water splashed everywhere.

Before anyone could react, Jiang Xianjun was already splashing in the water.

The water directly flooded Jiang Xianjun's chest.

His face was filled with astonishment and some fear, and he paddled hard in the water, trying to swim towards the boat.

Then, he realized something was wrong.

This water is different from the feeling when bathing and paddling in the pond on a summer day.

When paddling in the summer, by stepping on the water with your feet and pushing with your arms, your body can use the strength of the water to stabilize yourself in the water like a buoy and prevent it from sinking. At the same time, you can change the direction as you like.

Go forward or backward.

Sometimes he can take a deep breath and dive into the water. In short, he is very good at bathing and paddling in the pond. In the words of everyone who praises him, he is like a "white stripe in the waves".

But this water is different. Not to mention the turbid water, there seems to be a lot of things and sediment in the water, making it impossible for him to float.

It was very difficult to move my hands and feet in the water, as if they were tied down and entangled by many invisible things, and I couldn't move my hands and feet at all.

The water splashed into his eyes, mouth and nose, which were all filled with sand and filled with a fishy stench.

His eyes hurt, his throat hurt, and he felt uncomfortable anywhere. He accidentally kicked something with his foot, like a hard board or something. The pain made his toes twitch and his body sank to the bottom of the water.

, and choked several times.

He opened his eyes in the water, and everything was turbid and dark.

The panic of drowning came to mind again. It was more real and greater than the previous feeling of holding a piece of wood in his yard waiting for rescue. At this moment, Jiang Xianjun was really scared...

A bamboo pole suddenly reached into the water and lifted him out of the water.

Then, a big hand grabbed him by the waist of his clothes and belt, picked him up and threw him onto the deck.

The fresh air rushed into his lungs, causing a sharp pain in his lungs and throat. He lay on the deck and coughed violently, spitting out dirty water while coughing. Tears and snot poured out, and he was holding on to the deck and coughing.

Better to die!

After Luo Fengtang, the perpetrator, abandoned him, he just looked at him coldly, then turned around and returned to his ship.

Yang Ruoqing stood up and came over, looked at Jiang Xianjun from the edge of the two boats, and asked him: "How are you doing? Are you still 100% confident in your water skills?"

Jiang Xianjun raised his head, his eyes were red from the water, but those red bloodshot eyes couldn't cover up the panic and fear in his eyes at all.

He shook his head, "I, I'm scared..."

"It's okay to be afraid." Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Don't blame my Tang Yazi for throwing you into the water. If you don't do this, you will never know the meaning of the words "water, fire, and ruthlessness."

"You just need to understand that no matter how powerful you are, you are no different from an ant in the face of these natural disasters."

"If my father and my third brother hadn't passed by today, how long do you think that rotten piece of wood you were holding could have lasted? So, just go back to the school settlement point honestly, and don't come back to seek death!"

Jiang Xianjun lowered his head in frustration and did not dare to say anything to refute.

Because the facts prove everything.

"Let's go, we'll take you to the foot of the mountain behind the village." Yang Huazhong finally said.

In fact, he was still a very gentle elder. Although he was also dissatisfied with Jiang Xianjun's risky behavior, since Luo Fengtang taught Jiang Xianjun a lesson and Yang Ruoqing also reprimanded him verbally, Yang Huazhong said nothing more.

He leaned over and patted Jiang Xianjun on the shoulder: "They are all doing it for your own good. Don't be so aggressive in the future. You only have one life."

Jiang Xianjun felt ashamed and nodded slightly.

Yang Huazhong ordered Yang Yongzhi to punt the boat. On the next boat, Blacksmith Luo asked, "Didn't you say that Jiang Er has no pants and medicine? Why don't you go over and get something?"

Yang Huazhong smiled bitterly and said to Blacksmith Luo: "Brother Luo, I'm afraid you didn't listen carefully to our conversation earlier."
Chapter completed!