The flood peak rolled over the flood discharge channel and rushed towards the river dams on both sides of the river, destroying the farmland along the banks.
In addition to searching for the missing people, there are also many people crying in their fields, pulling seedlings all over the ground that may still be useful.
If the original plan had not changed, half of the farmland here would have been safe. Who would have thought that the river embankment would collapse?
This accident was too fatal and ruined their hopes for the second half of the year.
It was previously said that the county government would compensate them for their losses, but now the county magistrate himself has disappeared.
What should we do?
Someone on the shore wanted to follow up to ask about compensation, but was scared off by Zhao Jin's ugly face, so he could only follow from a distance.
Several corpses were recovered one after another and were placed not far from the river embankment.
The cries of the families of the victims were sharp and sad, and everyone's hearts were filled with a heavy haze.
Ye Chongwen opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something.
He bypassed the crowd and walked downstream, "Teacher, if you are lucky, everything will be fine."
It's like telling others, but also like convincing yourself.
"It'll be fine for sure!"
People carrying stretchers were coming up from the river one after another.
The stretchers revealed reddened faces and heads with swollen necks due to drowning, which looked particularly terrifying even in the daytime.
Ye Chongwen used his crutch, hoping to find someone alive as soon as possible.
But when he subconsciously turned around, he looked at the body covered with white cloth not far away.
Most of those corpses were civilian husbands during their lifetime.
The situation at that time was complicated. Officials stood far away, while civilians leaned forward to face the impact.
These civilian men were all very strong, and even they died. Grandpa’s age and physical strength...
Ye Chongwen felt a chill in his heart, his lips trembled, and he quickened his pace.
He Qingxuan called a few people and followed him along the way to search.
Chen Ping thought about Mr. Ye's voice and smile, and recalled every moment he spent with Mr. Ye these days.
At this moment, I just regretted that I didn’t have a pair of wings that could fly all over the Cang River at once.
Teacher, where are you?
Mr. Wang, you are fine, right?
Is there something wrong with my model?
Or is there something wrong with the data?
He wiped his face with his sleeve, his eyes were red, and his lips were bitten with a cold white line.
"Grandpa!" Ye Chongwen shouted hoarsely, "Grandpa, I am Chongwen, can you hear me?"
He Qingxuan also shouted: "Teacher! Mr. Wang!"
Chen Ping's voice has long been hoarse.
The distance from the flood discharge channel to the water storage area and then to the dam was not far, and the further they walked, the more their hearts sank.
Finally, they saw Zhao Jin walking back with someone.
There were two people on the stretcher behind him wailing, they sounded quite young.
"Grandpa!"
Ye Chongwen stepped forward subconsciously and staggered to a stop beside the stretcher, his movements suddenly stiff.
Not Mr. Ye.
Zhao Jin stretched out his hand to stop it, so he could only sigh and make a rattling sound with his hand holding the iron ruler.
Seeing Zhao Jin being experienced and dignified in his actions, Chen Ping subconsciously regarded him as an elder of his uncle generation.
Looking closely at this time, Zhao Jin's face is still childish without the majestic demeanor.
He is about twenty-four or five years old. In another world, he would be a young man who has just entered society.
"Zhao Dutou."
Chen Ping stepped forward quickly, grabbed his sleeve eagerly, and asked in a trembling voice: "Why are you back? Haven't you found everyone yet?"
Zhao Jin looked ashamed, with a few bloodstains on his body.
"I will continue to search. There is no news about the county magistrate or Mr. Ye. Of course, I will have to find someone!"
"But the people upstream also need to settle down."
"I have to arrange for people to send these injured people back first. This is also the order of the county magistrate."
When the embankment burst, Ye Laofen did not care about his own life, and County Magistrate Wang never feared death.
When he found that a citizen was about to be swept away by the river, he jumped in to save them regardless of the danger, leaving only one sentence: "Go and save people! Zhao Jin, go and save my people!"
Zhao Jin couldn't stop him in time, so he could only watch helplessly as Magistrate Wang pushed the civilian husband up, but he himself was hit in the chest by a stone rushing from upstream.
The peace of the people is the greatest wish of County Magistrate Wang.
Perhaps, it may also be a last wish.
Therefore, Zhao Jin had to comply.
Chen Ping opened his mouth to speak, but had nothing to say.
After a while, he adjusted his mood and spoke again.
"Then please ask some people from Dutouyun to give us, and we will continue to look for it!"
"What is this flood? I don't believe anything will happen to them!"
"Even if the entire Cang River is turned over, we still have to find him!"
However, until it got dark and the mud on both sides of the river was dug out, the last few missing people were still not found.
Noon on the second day.
Ye Chongwen finally couldn't hold on any longer and was forcibly taken back when he was on the verge of coma.
He Qingxuan suffered a serious knee injury and was unable to walk in the early morning. He was eventually sent to the county government.
Chen Ping is unwilling to leave.
He helped select the flood channel and determine the length of the ditch.
The teacher... also broke free from his hands.
He stared blankly at the river, filled with guilt.
I searched again and again along the river, but in the end I was carried back due to lack of physical strength.
Chen Ping suffered from continuous high fever and was in a coma for three or four days.
In a daze, he seemed to hear He Qingxuan's cry, and soon passed out again.
By the time his fever subsided and he woke up, the torrent had changed its course and passed through the border.
But no news came from the search team sent out.
He Qingxuan put his crutches aside, holding the medicine bowl and said: "The flood discharge plan... can be considered a success."
"You drink the medicine first, and then we continue to look for it."
Chen Ping looked indifferent, stared out of the window, and murmured: "Did it succeed?"
So many people have died, and the lives of Mr. Ye and County Magistrate Wang are unknown. Can this be considered a success?
He Qingxuan knew that Chen Ping felt uncomfortable, so why didn't he?
He said helplessly: "This is the plan made by Mr. Wang and the teacher. In any case, at least it has protected the county and prevented the people from falling into a greater crisis."
No matter where Mr. Ye is now, if he knows that the result is like this, even if it is not perfect, he will be somewhat relieved.
"Where are the Chongwen people?"
Chen Ping smiled bitterly and looked at He Qingxuan again, "Your legs can walk..."
Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly broke in.
After not seeing each other for a few days, Ye Chongwen's face became more and more withered and gloomy.
He stared at Chen Ping and He Qingxuan for a long time before he said: "The Yamen official said that Grandpa...has been found."
Chen Ping got up in confusion.
The three of them rushed out of the door and went straight to the county government lobby.
There were longing figures in the lobby, but before they could get closer, they heard loud cries.
Chen Ping's body swayed and he squeezed in with a trembling breath.
On that case, there was a torn and blood-stained tiger-jug official robe.
There is also an old man whose whole body is swollen, his skin is almost soaked, and his appearance is beyond recognition!
Chen Ping's eyes suddenly turned black and his blood ran cold all over his body.