There is the Hu tribe on the other side of the Beishan Mountain.

The straight-line distance between the two tribes is actually not very far, only about thirty miles.

But these thirty miles of roads are all mountains and people cannot walk.

If you want to go from Fangfeng to Youhu, you can only go east along the edge of Lei Ze to the north mountain. The journey is far, twice as much as it is sixty or seventy miles.

...

In the thunder siege, Shaokang was briskly supporting the bamboo raft.

After solving his heart disease, he was full of energy.

The wet long bamboo pole was quickly pulled up and inserted into the water, and the bamboo pole stirred up waves on the water surface.

The wide bamboo raft is moving forward steadily and quickly.

The waves knocked open by bamboo rafts scattered into countless water splashes, splashing on the water surface, splashing ripples.

The smaller water droplets are like smoke, floating on people's faces with the wind, bringing coolness to their skin that is hot by the scorching sun.

Sang sat on the bamboo raft.

He was not very skilled in dealing with bamboo rafts, and could only do some auxiliary tasks. At this time, he was holding a wooden oar and paddling a little clumsyly.

"Brother-in-law, the old man asked us to pick you up. How many people do you have? Are ten bamboo rafts enough? Although this bamboo raft is specially made and widened and lengthened a lot, each bamboo raft can only sit at least 20 people!"

"Enough, enough! There are only one hundred and forty people in the Hu family, and ten rafts, enough!"

"It's not just people, but you are relocating the entire tribe. Those tools and wealth are a lot. Is it really enough?"

"Enough...ah, there is no other property? The tribe members can leave with a wooden spear and a bowl. Everything else is gone!"

Sang said, sighing with a sad expression.

Shaokang also sighed and fell silent.

This is how it is affected by the disaster. If Fangfeng did not have Ye Qing, the situation would not be much better.

After coming over for a while, he started talking again.

"How is my sister doing? You are not hungry, are you?"

Sang lowered his head sadly, his face filled with sadness.

"No, no, no, no!"

Seeing Sang's unusual reaction, Shaokang's face suddenly changed and he shouted anxiously: "What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong... What's wrong!"

Shaokang's screaming became louder and louder, and later, he was hoarse and cried.

Sang was silent for a long time before he said in a daze:

"That night, a big flood occurred..."

"The floods overwhelmed the tribe, destroyed the rice fields, destroyed everything, and dispersed all tribe members. Your sister and I were dispersed."

"In the flood, I held the second wid and watched her holding the third wid and disappeared by the flood."

"It's dawn and the flood stopped. The dispersed tribe members finally gathered together to count the number of people, and there were ten people missing... She was the only one of these ten people!"

"Sanwa was found in a small tree that was flooded by the flood and only a little bit of the tops left... The tree was too small to hold on to her!"

"Do you know? She still has a big belly... there is one in her belly!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Shaokang threw away the bamboo pole suddenly, grabbed his hair with both hands, and roared to the sky.

The roar was not enough to vent his grief. He burst into tears and his eyes were scarlet. He rushed to Sang, grabbed Sang's chest tightly, and then punched Sang hard on Sang's eyes.

He roared:

"Why didn't you say it sooner! How dare you hide it? You have been together for so long. In Wang Mangguo, you don't say it, but in Fangfeng, you don't say it, and ask you, you say it's OK, okay... Why, why?"

Sang did not dodge at all and let Shaokang catch and beat him.

Tears flowed down like a stream at the corner of his eyes.

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid that you won't lend us food because of this!"

Shaokang punched again: "I'm not afraid anymore, dare to say it?"

"At the beginning, I just wanted to borrow... to borrow some food back, but I didn't expect..."

Shaokang yelled while whipping his fist and gritting his teeth: "I didn't expect that the food was not borrowed... yes! But the old man asked you to move the tribe here... yes! So I can't hide it anymore... yes!"

He shouted and punched him, and Sang's face turned blue by him.

"The tribe was originally one hundred and fifty-six people. When I left, there were only one hundred and forty people, only one hundred and forty people! I don't want to, I don't want to..."

Sang said, and suddenly started yelling:

"I don't want to do it either! Without food, I'm watching the tribe members die one by one... What can I do, what can I do!"

"You, you are very good, you are very good, you are very good..."

Shaokang pushed Sang down suddenly, grabbed his hair with both hands, squatted down slowly, buried his head between his legs, and cried with sobs.

He cried and cursed: "Why don't you die? Why don't you die! You are the patriarch..."

Sang was pushed down and sat on the bamboo raft. He didn't move, letting tears flow across his face, tears and blood from the corners of his mouth and nostrils dripped, dyeing his clothes red.

His eyes lost focus and he said in a daze:

"The second child is seven years old, the third child is three years old... I am dead, what should they do?"

"Ten years ago, my father handed the patriarch's scepter to me before he died, and asked me to take my tribe members to live well... I am dead, what should I do?"

“…”

On the bamboo raft, the two men cried and let the bamboo raft float around with the waves.

The nine bamboo rafts behind quickly surrounded them. After understanding the whole story, the Fangfeng clan and the Youhu clan members on the bamboo raft were all silent.

After a long time, Shaokang suddenly stood up, wiped away his tears and shouted:

"Start up and beat the ball hard! You can save one more life if you reach the moment of the Hu family!"

...

Two days later, Shaokang and Sang and their group arrived at the Youhu tribe.

They parked the bamboo raft by the river and got on the shore.

The flood had retreated after most of the month.

Looking around, there is a Hu tribe full of messy areas.

The hut was no longer visible, with sporadic columns remaining on the spot, and the collapsed earth walls had already been soaked in the flood and turned into mud.

The plants and trees far and near have also withered, and the grass and leaves have already soaked in the flood and are taken away with the flood.

There are only a few tall trees with mud stains left on the trunks that are left with floods and mud stains on the tops of the trees. You can also see a slight green color on the tops.

When you approach the Youhu tribe, you will see a strong smell of fishy smell and rotten smell.

In the puddles of all sizes, the collapsed weeds have rotted and turned into a pool of black and stinky bubbles appear from time to time under the blazing sunlight.

In many places, dead mice were lying.

The hair on the mouse had been soaked and shedded and disappeared. The mouse's body was round and turned into a pale ball, and its four small claws were stretched straight toward the sky.

The dead rats emit a disgusting stench under the sun.

The green-headed flies who like to chase the stinky smell buzzed around the dead rats and crawled around them.

Shaokang and the Fangfeng clans covered their noses and stepped on the mud, walked past the former site of the Youhu clan tribe, and came to the new gathering place of the Youhu clans.
Chapter completed!