"Ah, my baggage roll, my baggage roll is back!"

Before Mrs. Jiawang's tears had dried, she hugged the bundle as if she were hugging the whole world, and she suddenly burst into laughter.

"Ah, this bundle of burden is really destined for us. Damn you, you threw it out earlier, and you actually threw it on the boat, hahaha..."

Mrs. Jiawang was very happy while holding the bundle.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Auntie, Uncle Jiawang's technique is not that accurate. Tang Yazi picked it up from the water with a bamboo pen and put it here."

"Ah? Is that so? Thank you so much Tang Yazi!"

As Mrs. Jiawang said, she gave Jiawang another look and snorted in her nostrils.

Jia Wang was speechless and lowered his head to look for a crack in the boat, wishing that he could be drilled into it.

It's a pity that this boat was built by Zuo Jingling. As a descendant of the Mo family, Zuo Jingling not only inherited Zuo Junmo's intelligence and talent, but also did not lose to his father in terms of rigor.

How could he allow the ship he designed and built to have such cracks and loopholes that people could get through?

Even a fly is not allowed to get into the gap!

So Jiawang couldn't find the seam in the boat and had to raise his head again, trying to talk to Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang basically had no favorable impression of such unruly villagers, but since the other party was his father-in-law's cousin, he couldn't say much, but his face was definitely indifferent, clearly showing displeasure.

Jiawang could tell, so the next step was an awkward conversation.

Fortunately, Yang Ruoqing was on board to smooth things over. She told the Jiawang couple: "...it was your luck that you met us this time, but good luck will not always favor you. When we send you to a resettlement site, don't do it yourself."

You slipped into the village, and if something happens, no one will stop you."

Jiawang's face turned red and he naturally nodded repeatedly, promising not to be confused again.

His mother-in-law is also a little embarrassed, but compared to those embarrassments, what she is most concerned about now is herself.

I didn't feel much when I was in the water before. I just felt that the water was cool, not very cold.

But now I'm on the boat, my wet clothes stick to my body, and when the wind blows, oh my god, it's so cold that my hairs stand on end.

After sitting for a while, her teeth began to chatter. She hugged the bundle roll in her arms tightly, trying to get a little bit of heat and warmth from it.

But the baggage roll had long been soaked. Not only could it not give her any warmth, on the contrary, it was constantly absorbing the remaining heat from her body.

Mrs. Jiawang was so cold that she wished she could throw the bundle back into the water.

Luo Fengtang was originally planning to send Yang Ruoqing back to the village entrance directly, because he met Jiawang and his wife along the way, which reminded him of Jiang Xianjun who also sneaked into the village before.

Luo Fengtang was worried that there were similarly trapped sneaking villagers in other corners of the village. After all, Changping Village was a big village with more than 200 households and thousands of people. It was impossible to order them as uniformly as soldiers in a military camp.

So Luo Fengtang took the boat and turned around at the intersection in front of him, then went to an alley next to it.

Mrs. Jiawang hugged her shoulders and shivered with cold, and her teeth chattered together.

Seeing Luo Fengtang change direction, she asked in a trembling voice: "Tangyazi, where are you going? The resettlement point is on the other side!"

Unless absolutely necessary, Luo Fengtang would never want to talk to these ignorant and stupid village women.

Faced with his silence, Mrs. Jiawang was confused.

Yang Ruoqing knew what her man was thinking, so she smiled and took over the conversation to explain: "Auntie, don't worry, let's go over there and see if any other disobedient villagers like you are trapped."

Mrs. Jiawang was stunned and wanted to say: I am so cold, can you send me back to the resettlement site first?

Jia Wang quietly touched her body and hinted her not to speak anymore. At the same time, he nodded repeatedly to Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, "Okay, okay, let's go together and we can help!"

…

After the boat circled around for a while, no other trapped villagers were found, at least not on this route map.

Luo Fengtang was still worried. He would slow down the boat and shout questions when passing by nearby houses.

The room was quiet and no one was around.

Most of the doors and windows of the houses were washed open by the water. From the outside, you can see at a glance that the Eight Immortals Table in the main room inside was covered by water, with only a bare layer of the tabletop exposed, and various things floating on the water.

The house was dark and quiet, as if no one had lived in it for a long time.

Jiawang was also shouting loudly at first, but suddenly he became quiet and his eyes became red.

"Laixi's father, what are you doing? Are you crying?"

The woman sitting next to him looked surprised.

This question attracted the eyes of Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang. Jiawang felt a little uncomfortable and turned his face to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, I really cried. Why are you, a grown man, crying?" Mrs. Jiawang was even more puzzled.

My heart said that I, a woman who was shaking all over from the cold, didn’t cry, but you still cried, you’re not shy!

Yang Ruoqing did not smile, but looked at Jiawang: "Uncle Jiawang, are you emotionally hurt by the scene?"

Jiawang turned around and nodded silently.

"I used to feel nothing when I looked at these adobe houses in the village. Now I see them one after another submerged in water. The tables, chairs and furniture in the house are all soaked. The home does not feel like home, and the people do not look like human beings.

There is an indescribable feeling in my heart, that is, it is really uncomfortable..."

Yang Ruoqing nodded slightly.

Only those who have experienced it personally can understand the feeling of having their homes destroyed, their efforts drowned, their families displaced, and sleeping in the open.

"Uncle Jiawang, don't be sad. There is nothing we can do about this natural disaster." Yang Ruoqing comforted Jiawang.

"As long as everyone is fine, when the flood passes, we can still build the house and make new furniture. As long as the family is together, home will still be there!"

Jiawang nodded with red eyes, yes, just keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood, just grit your teeth and stick to it.

Mrs. Jiawang was also affected by their words. She sat there feeling depressed and quietly wiped away her tears.

"It's okay not to feel bad, but what can I do? Besides, it's not just our family that is being flooded. Everyone is the same. It's the same in every village. We still want to be more open!"

"Hey, what Auntie said is right. We have to think about the good things. Only when we are successful can we have hope." Yang Ruoqing praised Mrs. Jiawang.

Mrs. Jiawang was stunned for a moment, and then she waved her hands in embarrassment and smiled.

"Hey, I just told you nonsense to make you laugh."

Yang Ruoqing added: "Auntie, since you understand those principles, don't sneak into the village again!"

Mrs. Jiawang blushed and waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, I promise to stay at the resettlement site and listen to Li Zheng and your arrangements."

Yang Ruoqing added: "If someone wants to sneak into the village..."
Chapter completed!