After rebirth, I became a national teacher

The people of the southern capital city are still living and working in peace and contentment.

But for Lu Sanweng's family living in Lujia Village, Nanzhili, this period of time was extremely frightening and turbulent.

Three days ago, the county magistrate suddenly summoned the village heads into the city. When they came back, they said that according to news from the court, a severe flood would occur in ten days, and everyone was required to migrate in three days and seek refuge near Nando.

These three days are the time for everyone to pack up their belongings.

Such an order was like a bolt from the blue to villagers like Lu Sanweng, who had lived in Lujia Village for generations.

According to the most knowledgeable person in the village, the disaster-stricken area farthest from the southern capital city of the counties they were migrating to was 300 miles away.

Many people asked if they could go somewhere closer, and the answer they got was that the surrounding areas would be affected by the floods, and the counties to which they had to relocate would be the worst hit.

Only Nando City can accommodate so many disaster victims, and the court has issued an order to concentrate relief in Nando City.

They must go to Nandu!

Many people burst into tears and howled on the spot.

They don't have a car, so how much can they carry by manpower alone?

Are all other property going to be washed away by the flood?

So what should they do next?

Their ancestors have lived here for generations, and many have never even been to the county town in their entire lives. Suddenly, they are asked to abandon the houses they have built with great difficulty and the land on which they depend for survival and go to the distant southern capital. They simply cannot imagine how terrible their future life will become.

They had seen refugees who had lost their homes due to floods, droughts, and snowstorms before. They were no different from beggars on the street.

And now, they are also going to become refugees who have to leave their homes and wander around.

"Why are you crying? Instead of crying, you might as well go back and pack your things! Are you going to leave early and wait for the flood to come and drown us?"

The head of the village scolded and cursed.

It was obvious that he was in a very bad mood.

In Lujia Village, he is the head of the village and his family owns 20 to 30 acres of land, which allows him to do whatever he wants.

When he flees in the future, how different is he from other ordinary villagers?

But would he dare not flee? That was a flood, even if the Jade Emperor came, he would still be washed away and drowned.

On the day of departure, everyone in the village, regardless of gender or age, was covered with things.

The rice that has just been dried will be the family’s food for the coming year. It is pushed in a wheelbarrow and cannot be thrown away even if it costs one’s life.

Winter clothes and quilts are also among the most precious possessions in the home, as are all kinds of livestock, which are also raised with great effort and must not be abandoned.

In addition, you also need to bring ironware at home, daily clothes, drinking water and dry food for the journey.

As for the bowls, pans, tables, chairs, benches, beds, and houses, all these household items that were purchased with great difficulty could only be left to the flood.

Many people were wiping tears as they walked.

The heavy objects on their backs bent their waists, and the slippery road made walking extremely difficult.

After walking non-stop for a whole day, they only covered more than 40 miles, and many people were so tired that they were about to collapse.

But they hadn't even reached the county town yet, so how could they stop?

Fortunately, we finally arrived at the county town the next afternoon, and the rest of the way we walked on the official road.

But even so, the pace of Mr. Lu San and his grandson was getting slower and slower.

After two days of traveling and carrying so many things, he was exhausted as an old man in his fifties.

What’s worse is that it rained yesterday, and even though we tried our best to shelter him, my frail grandson still caught a cold and started to have a fever.

The destination, Nandu City, was more than 220 miles away, a distance that could be reached by fast horses in more than a day, but it was as far as an insurmountable chasm for them.

Mr. Lu Sanweng took out three taels of silver and two strings of copper coins that the family had saved with great difficulty and stuffed them into the arms of his eldest son, Lu Daniu.