SFS Chapter 333 Flood
Chapter 333 Flood
On the cloud map, a large dark cloud was pressing down on Ping'an Town. The weather forecast showed that the heavy rain would last for three hours.
That’s not all, it still rained heavily in the afternoon and evening.
"Master, although the weather forecast can monitor future weather, the weather changes at any time. Xiangxiang will report it to you every hour."
Song Anning expressed her understanding. She was already very content to be able to see the weather changes in the next two months and make preparations early.
Xiangxiang scanned the village and found nothing unusual. The surveillance footage showed that a lot of water had accumulated in the fields of Liujia Village. They were still leisurely, thinking that the rain would stop soon.
But the result was not what they expected. For two hours in a row, heavy rain mixed with ice particles fell down with crackling sounds.
Fortunately, the hail only lasted for a short time and did not cause much damage to the crops.
By mid-afternoon, the house was dark. Many elderly people in the village were looking out the window with their hands folded:
"Oh my God, please don't rain..."
The heavens did not hear their prayers. Banyue Village was isolated at the foot of the mountain by the heavy rain, and seemed a little lonely in the wind and rain.
Song An Ning was watching her mother, grandmother, and aunt doing needlework, glancing at the rain outside from time to time.
At this moment, a loud rumble was heard in the distance, and Xiangxiang quickly reminded:
"Oh no, Master, the arch bridge in the village has collapsed!
The water was strong and the bridge was too old to hold up."
When the people in the room heard the sound, they quickly put down their work and stood at the door looking outside worriedly.
"What happened? Whose house collapsed?"
“That’s impossible. The houses in our village have been renovated twice, and the families living by the river were even brought to live in the ancestral hall by my second uncle.
Don't worry, mother, nothing will happen."
Song An Ning pretended not to know and quickly comforted Zhang:
"Maybe someone's shed collapsed, or it's an old abandoned house. It's nothing serious."
Although everyone said so, Zhang still felt uncomfortable. It was raining so heavily outside and she could hear a loud rumbling sound. She was afraid that something was not good.
Not long after, Song Nian ran into the yard wearing a bamboo hat.
"You silly boy, why are you running outside in such heavy rain? Go home quickly."
"Mom, something happened. The bridge in the village collapsed. Just now, Daguang and the others were walking up the river and saw that the bridge in Liujia Village had also collapsed."
"What! The bridge collapsed!
What should we do? We won’t be able to get out for a while.”
Song Dashan stood at the door with his hands behind his back. He was silent for a long time before he sighed:
"Luckily we listened to Aning and built a high wall."
Except for Song Anning, no one in the room understood what Song Dashan said.
Song Nian's eyes were very clear, and he stared at the cow and asked loudly:
"Dad, what does this have to do with the wall? I'm talking about the bridge. The bridge collapsed and we can't get out!"
Song Dashan rolled his eyes, feeling somewhat hopeless. He wasn't stupid. Anian's mother was also very smart, but she had given birth to two sons, each one more foolish than the other.
Seeing Grandpa's expression, Song Anning burst out laughing:
"Uncle, Grandpa said it was a good thing because if it rains any more, there will definitely be floods.
Think about what's left after the flood."
"Plague, refugees..."
After Song Nian finished speaking, he suddenly understood what his father meant.
“The village has stockpiled food and medicine. Even if there are refugees, they can’t get in without the bridge.
And if there is a plague, build up the wall and you will be safe."
"This silly boy finally got it right."
But a new problem arose. Without the bridge, the people from Zuixianju couldn't come over to collect the peppers. Wouldn't all the money be lost?
"Alas, don't think about making money at this time, saving your life is the most important thing.
Go home quickly and stay with your wife and children. Don't rely on your youth to run around in the rain."
Zhang gave Song Nian an umbrella, gave him a few instructions, and let him go back.
The rain was so heavy that the Song family unanimously decided: Qin Yuanying should not be allowed to run back and forth for the next two days and should stay at home.
After a simple dinner, Song Zeyuan and Song Anyue stayed in Wang Yinger's room and fell asleep.
Wang Ying'er and Song Anning sat opposite each other.
"They are just children after all, so heartless. Even though it's raining so hard, it won't stop them from sleeping.
Don't go back to your room tonight, just sleep in your mother's room."
Song An Ning gladly accepted. The mother and daughter simply washed up and were about to lie down when they heard a commotion outside.
The next moment, there was a knock on the gate. Song Anning was about to go outside to open the door when Wang Ying'er stopped her.
"Just lie down and let me go out and take a look.
A little girl can’t catch a cold.”
Wang Ying'er said this, picked up the umbrella from the door and walked out.
"Who?"
"It's me, sister-in-law. You don't need to open the door, just say it outside.
The water came down, and the men and women in the village went to add two layers of sandbags to the embankment.
My second uncle said that all the men in his family have gone, so I should go there too. Dad is old, so don’t let him go out.”
"Okay, second brother, stay away from the water and be safe."
"Don't worry, sister-in-law."
Hearing Song Nian say this, Wang Ying'er felt a little uncomfortable. If Song Feng and Ze Yu were fine, they could also go over and help.
Song Anning lay in bed and asked Xiangxiang to report the situation at the river.
"It's alright, my Lord. The dikes we built couldn't possibly hold back such a massive flood.
But we have a reinforced system, so the master can always trust Xiangxiang's strength."
"Yeah, I believe it."
That night, the men in the village hardly slept. A big flood came, and even after adding two layers of sandbags, the water still overflowed the embankment.
Song Erhe directed everyone to block those exits. They followed Song Anning's instructions and fixed the two sides with wide wooden boards, and wrapped the middle with thick waterproof oil paper filled with yellow mud and sand.
There were several layers of sandbags piled inside and outside the wooden planks. The water level kept rising. Everyone wore straw raincoats and held umbrellas, and the torches in their hands flickered.
The river water roared and rushed away, carrying with it many branches and wooden boards.
"Look, is that a human?"
"Well, it seems to me, but it's too dark. Maybe we're seeing things wrong."
Everyone's heart is as clear as a mirror, that's what people are!
Fortunately, they made preparations early, otherwise some of the people present might have been washed away by the flood.
"One hundred and thirty-eight, one hundred and forty...
Master, one hundred and forty people have been washed away by the flood.
Alas, water and fire are merciless..."
As daybreak approached, the rain finally subsided.
Song Anning listened to the even breathing sounds beside him and turned on the surveillance camera to look at Liujia Village.
Most of the houses were submerged, with the water more than one meter deep. The corpses of various animals were floating in the water, and several dogs were struggling in the flood.
The people who were leisurely playing cards yesterday have now climbed onto the roof with their families.
They shouted desperately, hoping someone would come to rescue them, but at this moment, everyone was in danger.
Seeing this, Song Anning felt a little bit sorry. These were all living beings, and she watched helplessly as they were washed away by the flood and lost their lives...
"According to Xiangxiang's rough estimate, more than 800 people were swept away by the flood last night. Judging from the situation, 90% of the villages in Ping'an Town have been flooded."
"There's nothing you can do."
Song Anning only said this. A few days ago, people from Banyue Village went to the town to buy and stock up on goods, and many people curiously asked what they were doing.
The people in Banyue Village didn't say much, but they did say a little: they were worried it might rain soon, so they were making preparations in advance and asked them to pay attention as well.
But what did my kindness earn me? People were indifferent, dismissive, and even mocking me...
At this moment, the knock on the door sounded again...