Under the thunder, the rain poured down.

But countless people are still looking up at the sky.

Someone reacted: "My crops, my crops ......"

But soon, he was stopped.

This rain is terrible.

Everyone took refuge in the City God Temple.

Everyone, with their worries about the future.

The City God Temple also seems to be unable to withstand the rain, but fortunately it is on the hill, which has more trees, and is not worried about causing a stone flow.

The rain is urgent, so countless small ditches have been washed out, and they flow rapidly to the place.

Even though it was wet, it was inevitable that it would rain, and countless people were crowded together, and people were in fear.

Some people want to look out through the window that was crackled by the wind and rain, and this is a world of rain, and nothing can be seen clearly except for the shower.

The officers urgently began to light a fire.

According to His Majesty's decree and the prefect's order, at this moment, the most important thing to pay attention to is epidemic prevention and warmth.

Suddenly, once someone can't stand this sharp edge, someone will inevitably start to breed diseases, and a large number of people gather together, it is possible to evolve into an epidemic.

They brought the dry firewood that had been prepared, made a clearing in the middle of the crowd, and began to burn.

Then, on top of the bonfire, iron pots were hung one after another.

In an iron pot, boiled some medicinal herbs.

Not only that, but some rice wine was also distributed.

Fang Wenjing sat on a long stool, watched by a few gentry and servants beside him, his eyes blank, the flames of the bonfire reflected in the depths of his cloudy eyes.

He was a little confused.

I'm still worried about whether I said something wrong, my God, this rain is God's anger, and it won't really be brought by himself.

Of course, he slowly settled his mind, and it shouldn't have been...... No......

He sat dumbfounded.

No one can sleep well on this night.

Everyone listened to the sound of the rain outside, and everyone's heart was panicked.

Fang Wenjing took a nap.

When he woke up and opened his eyes, the first thought on his mind was......... The rain has stopped, it's time to go home when the rain has stopped.

But......

The torrential rain outside is still the same.

Many in the crowd were already uneasy.

"I want to go home, I want a house. I also have a pig at home. ”

"Barn, my barn......"

It was terrible to rain so much, it rained all night...... But there is no sign of stopping......

Fang Wenjing's face also began to change.

My own big mansion, those furniture, and so many books in the study, as well as a collection of calligraphy and paintings......

He got up on crutches, opened the hot decoction handed by someone next to him, and trembled: "No, no, I have to go home and see." ”

"Can't go back." There was a scribe who stopped him anxiously, this scribe obviously rushed back from outside, his face was pale, his body was still wet, he was shivering from the cold, his body was next to the charcoal fire, and he pulled Fang Wenjing back: "Can't go back...... Return...... I can't go back, so I break ...... It's broken......"

It's broken......

All at once, everyone exploded.

"You saw it with your own eyes?"

The scribe couldn't cry or laugh: "At this time, who dares to go to the river embankment...... Who would dare to go? It's just that...... It's just that...... Beneath our hill is already ...... It has become a country, a country! ”

Suddenly, hundreds of people beat their chests and fell to their feet.

Fang Wenjing was almost crazy, he trembled and looked at the scribe: "A piece of Zeguo? ”

"A few sergeants, just under our hill, found a memorial arch, this archway ......" the scribe's teeth, constantly trembling, he stared at Fang Wenjing: "This is more than 20 miles away, Lihua Village floated from, that is the martyr Zhao of Lihua Village seventeen years ago, set up the memorial arch!" ”

All of them...... Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, his eyes were blank, and a trace of despair crossed his face.

It's over, this time it's completely over.

A memorial arch can be washed away by the flood, and it has been washed away for more than 20 miles.

So...... What else did not wash away?

'M afraid...... Under the hill, everything has been ruined.

Your own house, your own land, your own pigs, your own chickens...... Everything...... I'm afraid it's beyond recognition, and there's nothing left.

By the way, there are also barns, and there is grain in the barn......

The only thing that can be cleaned up is the gold and silver, and there is nothing else.

Fang Wenjing was shaking, and the rest of him was already in an uproar.

"Rest assured, rest assured, the county has been prepared for a long time, and it is prepared...... The food for disaster relief is ready, and the herbs are also ready, thanks to the holy decree...... Thankfully......"

Fang Wenjing's body trembled again, he looked at the scribe with a confused expression, and then ...... He reacted.

That's right.

If...... If I and my family didn't come here, it wasn't because of the Holy Decree, not because of the prefect and the prefect's yamen, not because of these officers and soldiers, who used force to drive everyone here.

I'm afraid that as soon as the rainstorm comes, it will be trapped, and then, in the middle of the night, the river embankment will be washed away, and then ...... More than 70 members of his own family will all be buried in the belly of the fish.

The terrible water, how could Fang Wenjing have no memory, ...... Rainfall smaller than this will cause as if the world was destroyed.

The house is gone, the land is still their own, and they can always be rebuilt in the future, the grain in the barn is gone, as long as they are still alive, the Fang family has cleaned up so much softness, and they will not be poor, but if their lives are gone, there will be nothing.

His granddaughter-in-law has just given birth to a great-grandson, his three sons, and his own ......

His face choked, and he suddenly burst out with a sharp breath.

Suddenly, he slipped and fell to his knees.

As soon as the scribe saw Fang Wenjing kneeling down towards him, he hurriedly said, "Eh, I can't help it, I can't help it......"

What kind of person is Fang Wenjing, this is a famous gentry in this county, the relationship can go straight to the Beijing teacher, and the people he meets are either rich or expensive; is the county honor, and when I saw him, I was also respectful.

Myself...... How can he be?

Although Fang Wenjing was kneeling, she was very imposing, her eyes were bulging, and she glared at the scribe: "It's not you who kneel, it's the emperor, it's the emperor." ”

The scribe was startled and hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it.

Fang Wenjing thumped his chest and fell to his feet: "Our emperor...... Shengming...... Fellow villagers, folks, elders...... My Emperor Shengming. My emperor is the son of heaven, if he sees the fire, he is an old man, knowing that our people in Jiujiang are about to suffer from this catastrophe, so he ordered him to come down and made a will, if it were not for him, I would wait...... Is there still life? Ask yourselves, who can escape from this terrible water? In ancient times, there was Dayu to control the water, and now His Majesty saves the people in the fire and water...... The old man is really ashamed, he ...... I still speak disrespectfully, and now I know that if it weren't for my emperor Shengming, the old man's family of more than 70 people would be afraid that there would be no place to bury him! ”

Saying that, Fang Wenjing was already in tears, and her old tears were all over the place.

Under this storm, everyone's heart is cold.

This is the most common feeling of isolation and helplessness that preceded the catastrophe.

At this time, everyone is anxious and feels isolated.

But at this time, Fang Wenjing roared.

All of a sudden, it was as if people were beginning to have some hope.

Oh, yes.

Since the emperor has issued a holy decree and saved us, let us at least survive.

So...... The emperor will definitely not ignore us.

What we are worried about, at most, we will lose some property, but people are still alive, the emperor will not teach us to starve to death, will not teach us to freeze to death, as long as people live, in the future, everything will be fine.

In this ruined temple, it was suddenly boiling.

Although there were children's crying, under this bonfire, many people bowed down one after another: "It was Your Majesty who saved us, it was Your Majesty who saved us, folks, everyone must have a conscience, you have to have a conscience...... Long live our emperor......"

"Long live my emperor......"

It seemed that all of a sudden, everyone's pale faces became much more rosy.

It seems that all of a sudden, I saw hope in despair, and in adversity, I saw the dawn.

"Long live my emperor."

This cry covered the rain outside.

………………

In a corner of the City God Temple.

A down-and-out scholar who was called Mr. Wang by his neighbors looked at all this coldly.

Because he was down, in the early years, he settled here, opened a Mongolian school, and taught some knowledge to children.

Because of this, he survived.

He is withdrawn, does not like to socialize with people, and even ...... He did not even take a wife.

At first, many people did not understand in their hearts.

Why doesn't he want to marry a daughter-in-law, after all, everyone sees that he can read and write, although he is down-and-out, but there are also people who say matchmaking.

But slowly, everyone seems to have gotten used to it.

Mr. Wang retracted the sharp edge in his gaze.

Like his predecessors, he was ordered to observe here as a small brocade-clad guard.

Jiujiang is not just an ordinary house, it is an important town that guards the throat of the Yangtze River, because of this, the Ming Dynasty not only set up Jiujiangwei, but also Huaifu herd and other military institutions, almost in any important town in the world, there is indispensable to the lurking of factory guards.

Mr. Wang is one of them.

He is here, secretly collecting every message, and then, these messages, all of them will truthfully use some kind of channel, quickly transmitted to his own top, after that, these messages will be tossed and turned step by step, and eventually, they will appear in Beizhen Fusi.

Mr. Wang stared at the excited shouts of countless people in this ruined temple, and his heart was still like water.

But...... But I was a little surprised.

The people's hearts are terrible!

His eyes swept over each one of them, and on each person's face, he seemed to be looking for everyone's reaction.

It's just an inconspicuous job for him.

But today's atmosphere ...... But it's very different.

How can I say it, it's a bit ...... Even he himself had the desire to be touched by this emotion.

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There are at least two more chapters.

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