The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, as if there had been no movement in the cracked earth a few days ago.

But the ruins and tiles all over the place show what happened in the open, making it inevitable for people to avoid it.

Jiang Hao held dogtail grass in his mouth, sat on the broken adobe wall with his legs dangling, and looked at Xiaobei Village where the night was as cold as water under the water, and he was filled with emotions.

The heavy rain finally stopped, but there was deep water on the road, which was washed out by the rain and made pockmarks. People who walked by had to tiptoe.

Zhang Wu took out the cigarette tube, and his black hair was lit in the wisps of fire. At this moment, there was a gloomy mist.

Since the debris flow broke out, it is a certain fact that the livelihood of Xiaobei Village has been cut off. What Zhang Wu is worried about is that the debris flow has destroyed the tea mountains and roads, and the tea consignors will soon come to make trouble, and then it will just be

Adding insult to injury.

These days, the homeless villagers simply live collectively in tea houses and offices.

A place with a lot of people cannot lack excitement, but at this moment, everyone can only sigh.

Jiang Hao was still thinking about ways to alleviate the current predicament of Xiaobei Village. Roads were cut off, traffic was cut off, and there were many casualties.

These days the village is filled with the sound of suonas and funerals being held one after another, making it impossible to sleep peacefully at night.

Desolate, miserable, and difficult.

Before he could finish his calculations, there seemed to be the sound of conflict coming from the tea room.

Turning around to meet Zhang Wu's eyes, he hurriedly spit out the foxtail grass and rushed into the tea-making room like an arrow.

As soon as I entered, I saw a group of people who seemed to be divided into two factions, the enemy and ourselves. The scene looked tense.

"If you hadn't promised to contract these businessmen to plant eucalyptus trees on the hilltop, now you would have no way to survive."

People in the village gathered around the village leader and criticized that three years ago, in order to increase income, the village contracted most of the hills to outside businessmen to plant eucalyptus trees. Although the contract costs were very considerable, eucalyptus trees were extremely destructive to the soil and could

So that no plant can grow in the vegetation soil within a radius of several miles.

In the past, people made a living by picking tea, so no one paid attention to these lands. After all, they didn't have time to plant too many crops.

But now the mudslides have destroyed everything. If you want to survive, you can only rely on the most primitive way of growing crops.

In the past three years, eucalyptus trees have been planted in patches, making the mountains look majestic and their waists long and thin. When the wind blows, they bend their waists. It's so spectacular.

But as spectacular as it is, the situation is even more serious. The soil moisture under these eucalyptus trees has been greatly lost. If you want to grow ordinary crops, the possibility of survival is zero.

The tea mountain is gone, the house is gone, and some family members are gone. Even the mountaintops that saved lives in emergencies have become useless ruins. It is conceivable that the only hope in everyone's hearts has been shattered.

"If we hadn't been blinded by money, at least we would have had a way to survive!"

Lao Yu sighed heavily. In Xiaobeicun, which was helpless, its mouths were open waiting to be filled. At this time of natural and man-made disasters, there was only a deep sense of frustration and powerlessness.

It hurts to be beaten by fate.

Both camps are still arguing over this fait accompli. Only Jiang Hao is unusually calm, as if he is an outsider who has nothing to do with him.
Chapter completed!