The old Han's family is not rich, but this is only relative to the people in Xi'an, in this small Bailu Town, the old Han's family of two is also considered middle class. The sweet potatoes he harvested today alone were enough to make him a small fortune.

Do your best to take out all the good things at home, and the old man and his family are not stingy at all. Several chickens that have been raised for nearly a year have been slaughtered to greet guests, which shows that the old man is very grateful to Mao Wenlong and others.

The meals are simple, but tasty, winter is coming and there are no vegetables. But the old man can still manage the rice and meat, and a hundred guards have been busy all day, and his stomach is just growling with hunger.

didn't be polite to the old man, and he had already gobbled up his rice bowl. The courtyard was full of the chirping of eating, and the old man kept adding food to many guards, and he was very busy.

Mao Wenlong, Haoda, Hong Chengchou and others set up a table in the hall alone, and the family ate warmly and happily around the table.

After being full of wine and food, Hong Chengchou and Mao Wenlong came to the courtyard for a walk to eat, looking at the old man's happy couple, he said with a smile: "Now the life of the people is much better, and a family like the old man, although it is monotonous, is also rich." ”

Mao Wenlong didn't agree with what Hong Chengchou said at all, he pouted and retorted: "Is this considered rich?" No, now it's at best a little bit of a good day, and there's no need to go hungry like before. ”

Hong Chengchou smiled: "You know how hard the people worked to eat in the days when there was a lot of war and hunger everywhere before. Isn't the price of life sometimes paid for a bite of food richer than the peaceful days we have now? ”

Mao Wenlong frowned, and had to admit that what Hong Chengchou said also made sense. Regarding the previous situation of starvation, although Mao Wenlong had not seen it with his own eyes, he had heard a lot.

Now families like Lao Han can have no worries about food and clothing, and they can save a little surplus food, which is indeed much better than before. But the damage caused to them by the war cannot be remedied, people cannot be resurrected after death, and people like Lao Han are old and helpless, and there are no children under their knees to support their old age, so what is the use of saving more money.

"Maybe it's time for the war to stop!" Mao Wenlong looked up at the sky and sighed.

Hong Chengchou saw that Mao Wenlong's expression was quite heavy, and he couldn't help but persuade: "The general soldier doesn't need to worry too much, now the war has been quelled in the entire north, although there are still many families like the old man." However, it began to develop in a good direction, and I believe that in less than three years, the entire north will definitely be able to return to its former prosperity under the governance of the general army. ”

The war in the north has subsided, and there is no longer a threat to the existence of the Dongjiang Army, and peace has arrived. All industries are waiting to be developed, and the lives of the people finally have hope, and the happy days are not far away.

Mao Wenlong didn't dare to expect his name to be passed down through the ages, and he never regarded himself as a savior. Everything he is doing in front of him is just for his own survival, and incidentally, he is taking care of the people under his rule within his ability.

Mao Wenlong doesn't want to live too tired, and a peaceful, peaceful and prosperous life is his pursuit and dream. However, in this troubled world, if you don't have the ability to protect yourself, any dream is empty.

As the night deepened, the commotion in the courtyard also calmed down, and except for the guards on duty, the rest of the people fell asleep early.

The early morning sun had just risen, and the first rays of sunlight had just shone on the earth, but the quiet town of Bailu ushered in a rush of horses' hooves. A messenger from the Dongjiang Army galloped on the main road of the town and went straight to the courtyard of the old man's house.

Mao Wenlong was disturbed from his sweet sleep, and with a look of impatience, Mao Wenlong met with the messenger.

"Qi Yu General Army, Henan Mansion broke out last night, and the Yellow River burst its embankment......" The messenger saw Mao Wenlong, and immediately knelt on the ground and said urgently.

"What......" Mao Wenlong suddenly came to his senses.

"There was a sudden flood in Henan!" Hong Chengchou strode in from outside the door, apparently he had just heard the messenger's message.

"So early?" After Mao Wenlong was frightened, he calmed down.

Hong Chengchou began to ask the messenger: "What is the situation in Henan now?" ”

The messenger replied with a sad face: "Now the flood in Henan Province has directly flooded a large area of fertile land, including roads, and the damage is incalculable. The specific situation is unknown, and the news has just been delivered to the house in the early morning. ”

Hong Chengchou waved his hand to let the messenger retreat, and then looked at Mao Wenlong and said: "The general soldier is like a god, but fortunately, we have already been prepared, and I believe that the loss should not be heavy." ”

Mao Wenlong shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Not necessarily, the flood came much earlier than I imagined, if Zhuang Yexiang did not evacuate the people in time enough, the loss would still be immeasurable." ”

Hong Chengchou frowned deeply when he heard this, and hesitated for a while before he said: "Or, let's set off now and visit Kaifeng Mansion in person?" ”

Mao Wenlong nodded and said, "I have to go and see it in person, this matter cannot be underestimated." ”

The flooding is indeed terrible, and if there is no defense, I don't know how many dead and injured people will be killed or injured in Kaifeng Mansion. And the more terrible is still to come, after the flood, if you can't clean it up in time, it is very likely that some plagues will break out, which is the most fatal.

Mao Wenlong didn't dare to delay for a moment, and immediately ordered to return to Xi'an, in order not to delay the trip, he simply rode back with Hong Chengchou first. All the guards stayed behind to take care of Chen Lan and Hong Ziyan.

When Mao Wenlong arrived in Xi'an, the hot air balloon was ready and ready to take off at any time.

Mao Wenlong ordered Haoda to gather 30,000 soldiers and horses to rush to Kaifeng Mansion, and he himself and Hong Chengchou took the first step in a hot air balloon.

On the city tower of Kaifeng, Zhuang Yexiang stood at the entrance of the battlement under the guard of a group of officials, raising his eyes to look at the ocean everywhere. The once fertile fields were now all flooded by the surging floods that turned yellow.

Zhuang Yexiang looked haggard, and her eyes were full of solemnity: "How many villages outside have not been evacuated to high places?" ”

Zhao Youwei, the prefect of Kaifeng, said with a choked voice: "There are still nearly ten villages that will have time to evacuate in the future, and now they have all been flooded. ”

After Zhuang Yexiang heard this, her heart ached even more, and she asked again in a deep voice: "How many people are counted?" ”

Zhao Youwei was silent for a moment, and then replied: "There are more than 20,000 people registered, plus some unregistered, Xia Guan guesses that it should be more than 30,000." ”

"30,000 ......"

Zhuang Yexiang's pretty face turned cold, and she asked coldly: "Didn't you want to persuade the villagers to evacuate to the mountains as soon as possible?" Why are so many people still stranded? ”