Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 425 What I Lost Is Never Coming Back
Qingluo glanced at it, and said calmly: "It's just a little blood, just take care of it."

Rong Cheng wondered: "Why did she run out again? Didn't rich man Li promise to marry her within three days?"

"The flood in Qili Village is serious, I'm afraid rich man Li won't be able to take care of her for the time being." Qingluo looked away, "Let's go, speed up."

Unexpectedly, Li Beibei had already discovered them.

"Liu Qingluo!"

Now in the middle of the road, she said loudly, "I have something to ask you!"

Qingluo frowned.

Rongcheng immediately said: "My lord, do you want me to drive her away?"

At this time, Li Beibei had already arrived in front of the carriage, stood on the ground, and asked, "Is brother Lan Hao with you now?"

Seeing the carriage stop, Huang Butou, who was behind, came over to check, and immediately shouted: "Hey! The little girl over there still won't let go! Dare to block the magistrate's car on the road, are you courting death?!"

He came over and pushed Li Beibei away, very rudely.

Li Beibei couldn't stand still, and fell into a puddle. Her skirt got wet instantly, and her umbrella flew to the side of the road.

She raised her head in disbelief, and looked at Qingluo.

However, the girl in the carriage wearing a black cloak had an indifferent expression, her eyes were looking straight ahead, and she didn't look at her at all.

The carriage continued to drive fast, and the people gave way one after another, and soon disappeared from her sight.

Li Beibei slowly got up from the puddle, and his eyes became blurred.

I don't know whether it was rain or tears that blurred her eyes.

She was treated like this, not only did Liu Qingluo not stop her subordinates, she even didn't even look at her.

Thinking of her sitting in the carriage with indifferent eyes, Li Beibei felt so uncomfortable.

It's like she's lost something important and knows she'll never get it back.

She stood there for a long time, until she was completely soaked and passers-by gave her surprised looks, then she sighed, bent down to pick up the umbrella, and walked slowly towards the county government.

……

Rong Cheng drove the carriage into the air, and didn't care whether the yamen servants behind were able to keep up.

It usually takes two hours to travel, but today it took less than one hour.

Qing Luo raised the hood of the rain cloak and put it on her head, jumped off the carriage, and was immediately stunned by the scene before her.

The torrential rain kept pouring down, and the scenery a few meters away could not be seen clearly.

The water on the ground has reached the knee level, and it is almost impossible to tell where is the river and which is land.

The tents that were originally standing by the river were all rickety, some were washed away by the water, and some simply lay in the water.

The elderly and children among the victims cried for their fathers and mothers, and there was chaos.

At this time, rich man Li hurried past with a few servants, and he couldn't help being stunned when he saw Qingluo and the others.

"Master Zhixian, you, why are you here?" He felt a little guilty.

After all, Li Beibei's matter has not been resolved.

Qingluo glanced at him and saw that he was also wet, so she asked, "How are the villagers doing?"

When this matter was mentioned, rich man Li was a little annoyed: "The magistrate doesn't know, it rained heavily yesterday, and as a result, the seedlings in the field were flooded, and the villagers ran to drain the water, and somehow they started fighting again. I'm not about to rush Go over and have a look, my more than 100 acres of paddy fields! My lord, you can do what you want, I really can’t leave here, I will entertain you next time!"

He was angry and anxious, stomped his feet, and hurriedly took people there.

Rong Cheng stood beside her, frowned and said, "It seems that the situation is very serious."

Qili Village is considered to be the southernmost village in Pingyang County. The river in the village is in the lower reaches of the village. Usually, it feels that the water source is sufficient, but when it comes to the flood season, it almost becomes a flood outlet.

Qingluo stepped on the water and moved towards the disaster-stricken area with difficulty, when she suddenly saw a child staggering, as if she was about to grab something.

And the tent above his head has been crooked more than half, and it will collapse if you look at it.

"Careful, go away—"

Qingluo yelled at the child, ignoring the rainwater in her boots, rushed over to stop the child, and stepped aside.

At this moment, there was a creaking sound, and the tent completely fell down.

"Are you all right, sir?"

Rongcheng rushed over and took the child from her.

"It's okay." Qing Luo let out a sigh of relief, shook her head, and only then had time to look at the child.

Unexpectedly, this child was actually the little boy who was rescued by her that day and even sucked her blood.

Perhaps because of the good food of late, the child looked much stronger and healthier.

"What's your name?" Qing Luo patted the child's head, "What about your mother?"

The child didn't know what to fear, opened his big black eyes, and said crisply: "My mother and Uncle Zhang went out together."

"What did they do?"

"Farming."

"Oh, so good." Qing Luo straightened her waist and looked towards the hill through the heavy rain.

It was raining too much, and I was at a loss, unable to see clearly at all.

I don't know how Zhangli distributes the staff, but half of them should be in Beiqiao Village.

She turned around and told the yamen servants: "Stay here and help them, and take the elderly and children to a safe place. Go to the village after you're done."

Huang Butou agreed, covered in rain, and asked loudly, "Where are you going, my lord?"

"I'll go to the hills and have a look."

With such a heavy rain, those who stayed outside have not come back, probably because they have been trapped for several years.

After giving orders to the yamen servants, she took only Rong Cheng, and the two of them only wore cloaks to protect them from the rain, and walked towards the hill step by step.

The hills are not far away, but due to heavy rain and stagnant water, they walked for an hour before arriving.

Along the way, Qingluo discovered that the sorghum that originally grew on the hills had disappeared.

Zhang Lizheng they are so fast?
She stood on the hill and looked around, but there was no one in sight.

"My lord, look over there—" Rong Cheng pointed in one direction.

Looking in the direction he pointed, a gray tent appeared in her field of vision.

The tent was on a small raised hill, less than two meters away, surrounded by thigh-deep water, and a figure could be vaguely seen inside.

"Why do they gather there and not leave?" Rong Cheng wiped the rain from his face, puzzled, "Stay there, wait until the water gets deeper and deeper, and they won't be able to leave even if they want to!"

After all, there are still a small number of people who know how to swim.

There is no such thing as a ship near here.

Qingluo said: "Let's go and have a look!"

"Let me go, I know how to waddle water, and my lightness kung fu is not bad, no matter how big the water is." Rong Cheng held her back, "If you have any accident, I really will be ashamed to see the second master."

Qingluo thought for a while, then nodded and said: "That's fine, you go over and tell them to evacuate quickly! Don't stay too long yourself."

Rongcheng agreed, then tore off a branch from the hill, dipped in the water, and walked towards the tent.

(End of this chapter)