The Prodigal Son of Zhenguan

"The dead cannot be resurrected, Luo family, clean up now." The head of the village closed his eyes, his voice trembling.

The child is gone, he has breathed his last, this is an unchangeable fact, the weather is still hot now, after the person dies, we have to deal with it quickly, otherwise it will be left in the crowd and something bad will happen.

Many of the survivors are sick, and everyone is trembling with fear.

"Come two people, go and help." The head of the village said.

After that, the head of the village turned and left.

Li Fu also left here with the head of the village.

"These mothers, as long as they can save their children, they have thought of all the ways they can think of." The head of the village said: "Let the children drink their own blood... But how can it go on like this, after all..."

Since Li Fu left Chang'an and saw refugees and disaster victims along the way, his face has never shown a relaxed expression.

After the death of the father-in-law of Linying, the head of the village became the most influential person. Generally speaking, the head of the village is the patriarch of a large family. His words carry weight and he used to be a highly respected person in the village.

Moreover, if everyone is united and listens to the head of the village, there is still a glimmer of hope. If they really don't listen and are excluded, their hope of survival will be reduced.

When the flood hit Linying County, why didn't these people go to other places to hide?

The whole Guanzhong is in dire straits. Where can they run to?

Their hometown is flooded, but their roots are still here.

Moreover, after the disaster, even if they try their best, how far can they go? I am afraid that before they have time to run to other places, they will be drowned again in low-lying areas if they are not careful.

Finally, refugees are not welcome.

Other towns don't like them and will turn people away.

Everyone's life is difficult. Who has surplus food to be kind?

There was no place to beg, so they would starve to death.

Therefore, they could only hope that the court would show mercy and send people to provide disaster relief.

This was the greatest hope for survival.

Li Fu and the head of the village found a clean place to sit down.

After chatting with the head of the village for a few words, he also knew that the head of the village had made two preparations.

The strongest people in the village originally set off a part of the people, took some rations, packed their bags and set off to seek survival, to see if they could find some people who had left their hometowns, so that they would lend a hand and help them for the sake of their hometown friends.

This was also a last resort, it was difficult to ask for help and it was also difficult to survive.

Many things seemed far-fetched, but they were also the only way out.

No matter how many people could survive in the end, he tried his best.

Soon Yan Lide built a stove and cooked several large pots of porridge, and then sent someone to tell Li Fu that he could arrange people to line up to get the porridge.

"Wu Liangye, go get some porridge." Li Fu said to Wu Liangye.

"Yes." Wu Liangye bowed and responded.

With the village head, Li Fu would be safe even if he sat in the middle of the disaster-stricken people, so he could go and come back quickly without worry.

As soon as they heard that there was porridge to be collected, everyone took pots and pans to collect porridge.

Zhao Chong assigned a team to maintain order in front of the porridge shed while a riot occurred.

Yan Lide was also watching from the side, arranging for the disaster victims to line up and not panic. Since they were here, they would not be left without food.

Wu Liangye brought the porridge to the village head.

After the village head took the porridge with both hands, he drank it all in one breath and even licked the bottom of the bowl.

After a little slowing down, the village head drank a bowl of porridge, as if he had regained his vitality.

"The flood came too quickly, and we were not prepared at all." The head of the village sighed and said, "We are the father and mother of the county, thanks to him. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be alive. It's a pity that such a good official just died like this..."

As the head of the village spoke, tears fell again.

"A few days ago, it rained every day, especially on the day of the flood, the rain was heavier. Although it was daytime, the sky was dark. I was at home and heard someone outside shouting that the river had burst its banks and told us to run quickly."

"The river came at any time, how could anyone escape it?"

"Some people hurriedly climbed onto the roof, while others were still packing their belongings for fear of being flooded."

"At this critical moment, life is about to be lost, what else is there to pack?"

"I can survive this old life thanks to my filial son. When he heard that there was a flood, he quickly dragged out the big wooden basin at home, dismantled the door panels at home, and hung them on the roof, which saved the lives of the whole family."

It was raining heavily, and the government sent people to inspect the Ying River.Seeing that the river was about to overflow and could not be controlled, he rode back to the city in advance to report the news.

The yamen runners in the county were busy running and shouting at the top of their lungs, asking the people to run quickly.

The rain was so heavy that people could not open their eyes.

Some people were busy packing up their things, while others were chasing their own poultry.

Some people did not leave the county, but dragged their things up the trees.

But facing the flood that broke the dam, how could they do it?

The house collapsed, the tree fell down.

There were no people.

Some people, seeing this, did not even run away, but stayed at home, on the roof, and died here, because there was nowhere else to go.

The house of the head of the village was washed away, and he was holding on to the door panel tightly, and with good luck, he barely survived.

His son was soaked in the water, holding on to the big wooden basin tightly, and his wife and children were in it.

Some families were like his, but they were unlucky and were hit by the debris. The door panels and wooden basins turned over and people were killed.

"The villagers who escaped and survived said that they saw the county magistrate standing at the city gate, beating the drum desperately, shouting for the people to escape quickly."

"The sound of the drum spread throughout the city, urging everyone to escape quickly and save their lives."

"In the end, no one in the city ran out, and the drums on the city gate were broken. The city gate was surrounded by floods, houses collapsed, and trees fell. The county magistrate stood on the city tower, which was like an isolated island." The head of the village burst into tears: "Later, the city gate also collapsed, and he fell into the flood."

"The water below was so big and so urgent. If he went down, he would not survive."

Li Fu sighed deeply.

In that critical moment, he took care of the people and was a very good official. He was gone, and the people felt sorry for him. It can be seen that on weekdays, he also had weight in the hearts of the local people.

What a pity.

If such an official survived, he could continue to benefit the people.