Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 243, a paper umbrella, a Taoist

The sky was gray and the rain was pouring, and the entire Xiangtou Mountain Village was shrouded in a gray curtain of rain.

"Quick! Everyone try to find a higher place, don't stay underground, everyone who can move, gather at the head of the village now! Prepare to shelter from the rain!"

An old man in his 50s was using a loudspeaker, shouting hysterically.

At this time, another village official said with some concern.

"Cunchang Yang, you said it's too late now."

"Calm down, don't panic, don't be busy, the more serious the situation is at this time, the more we must calmly organize the safety work of the villagers." Although Village Chief Yang said to be calm, he was full of sadness, looking at The heavy rain outside the window couldn't stop smoking a cigarette.

"Damn it, the rain is so sudden, it's really hard to guard against." The young man on the other side looked at the impenetrable rain and felt anxious. His home is here, and the heavy rain is destroying him. is his hometown.

Village Chief Yang sighed, looking at the big water, he had more energy than he wanted.

"Fortunately, the seeds haven't been planted yet, otherwise the loss will be heavy, but even if the flood water seeps into the buildings, it will be a big loss. If this continues, some old buildings may not be able to hold on. "

The young man nodded approvingly. This is what he was worried about. Not everyone in the village is rich. There are big concrete houses, and some are old transfer buildings that have been in disrepair for a long time. It might even break down.

"It's all to blame for the weather forecast. It clearly said that it was moderate to heavy rain. Is this called heavy rain? It's clearly a heavy rain." The young man couldn't stop complaining. If the forecast came earlier, there would be no need to be so embarrassing, at least if If you inform in advance, you can make preparations directly in advance.

Village Chief Yang shook his head, rolled up his sleeves, rolled up some old clothes, and blocked them in front of the gate, saying: "The weather forecast is not omnipotent. He can know it will rain, but who knows that it will rain so hard. So caught off guard.”

For a while, some rainwater soaked into the room, and the sound of heavy rain hitting the house made Village Chief Yang feel even more heavy. You must know that this is a cement house, and all cement houses are like this. What about brick houses?
Can't imagine what kind of scene it is.

"Zhao Qiang, how is the situation outside?" Village Chief Yang asked Zhao Qiang, a young man next to him.

Leaning against the window, Zhao Qiang also took second-hand goods to plug the leak, looked out of the window, and said anxiously: "Oops, there is some stagnant water below, and it may only spread to the feet now."

"It's too bad, it's just spreading to the feet now, and it won't be so after a while." Village Chief Yang said anxiously: "If this continues, it's only a matter of time before it spreads to the thighs, and the damage will be serious by then. .”

"Did you call 119?" Village Chief Yang said.

"Fight, the fire officers and soldiers should be here soon. The situation here should not be serious. The side of the reservoir is the main event. You must know that the reservoir is not far from us. The head of the village suffered the brunt of the impact, and the surrounding area is not much better." Zhao Qiang shook his head and frowned, his tone very worried.

If the nearby reservoir collapses due to heavy rain, it will not cause ordinary property damage.
"Our task now is to let the villagers protect themselves, and the rest is up to God." Village head Yang put down the dry cigarette dangling from his mouth, and devoted all his attention to preventing blockage and leakage.

As soon as the words fell, another gap leaked water.

Village Chief Yang could only shake his head helplessly, and simply ignored it.

beep beep-

Calls came in one after another, and Village Chief Yang turned on his phone. The more calls he saw, the more at ease he felt. These were all from the villagers to report their safety.

Soon, calls came in from all the families in the village, and everyone was safe.

"Okay, just make sure everyone is safe now. What we are doing now is to prevent property damage as much as possible. No, property loss is not important anymore. Life safety is the most important thing. Zhao Qiang, pack up your things, let's go outside help."

"But this room." Zhao Qiang hesitated, looking at the leaks in the room. Although the important things have been put away, the leaks still endanger the important information in the room.

"It doesn't matter what's in the house. The safety of the villagers is the most important thing. Now the water is not up to the knees, so it's no problem to go out to help."

Village head Yang received another call. Some villagers were safe, but they were still in a very troublesome situation. Looking at the calls, he felt that he couldn't wait any longer, and said, "Let's wait in the village All the young and middle-aged people who are willing to come out to help come out to help, help from family to family, and those who cannot help wait for the firefighters to come, if there is a flood, we can leave together anyway.”

Zhao Qiang nodded, took his mobile phone and dialed the numbers of each family. All the young and middle-aged people in the family expressed that they would come to gather, and even some older people wanted to come to help.

But these older Zhao Qiang refused.

"Old village chief, you should stay here too, we young people can do these things." Zhao Qiang rolled up his sleeves, with a gesture of doing a big job.

"Hey, don't look at my age, this body is no worse than your young people. Before I became the village head, I was a good hand at work." Village head Yang smiled, revealing his strong tendons and full of calluses hands.

"But you...you are quite old after all, so leave it to us young people." Zhao Qiang put on a raincoat for himself, and wanted to go out. Village Chief Yang was not far behind, and also put on a raincoat for himself. .

"Hey, you really are. Forget it"

Zhao Qiang knew that he couldn't hold back Village Chief Yang, so he could only nod helplessly, and if he wanted to keep up, just follow up.

Opening the door, Zhao Qiang and Village Chief Yang had an intuitive understanding of the rainstorm in front of them.

Even if the rain hits the face, it will also hurt——

Still angry
"It's raining too much." Zhao Qiang's face was in pain from the beating, and the umbrella in his hand had been blown up, and he couldn't hold it steady at all, but luckily he had a raincoat ready.

"Let's go to Lao Niu's house first. His house was the most severely affected." Village Chief Yang insisted on moving forward.

Just when the two were unable to move an inch, a figure appeared faintly in front of them.
"Damn it, why is it raining so much, Daoist Li?" Village Chief Yang faintly saw the person coming from his vision blurred by the rainstorm.

A man and a woman stand side by side, holding an oil-paper umbrella embroidered with plum blossoms, ignoring the wind and rain, as if blocking the strong wind.
Behind him was a big man whose whole body was covered by a coir raincoat, and a husky that looked so stupid
"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Village Chief Yang, long time no see."

(End of this chapter)