Chapter 114: The house collapses and the fields are destroyed
Illogical thoughts flashed through his mind, and then were suppressed by Feng Bingwen.
According to his understanding, although the human race and the dragon clan sometimes have some conflicts, they are all kept on a small scale. From a macro perspective, the human race and the dragon clan get along quite harmoniously, and to a certain extent, they are mutually beneficial.
There is no conflict between the human and dragon clans in their habitats and breeding areas, but they occasionally have some intersection. The humans sometimes use the power of the dragons to control wind and rain, while the dragons will use the incense offered by the humans to make further progress in their spiritual practice.
"What's going on with this Xuanting Dragon Lord? The legend about him began to spread around Xuanting Lake hundreds of years ago, which means that he has been favored by the human race for hundreds of years, and there is no reason to dig his own foundation.
ah!"
No really useful information was found. No matter how Feng Bingwen guessed, he couldn't come up with a result.
"Xiao Wen, the storm is too strong tonight, would you like to come over and sleep with me?"
At this time, the old man who came in the rain suddenly suggested.
"No, I'm used to sleeping alone."
Feng Bingwen did not hesitate and refused directly. He knew that the old man was worried about him, but this worry was unnecessary.
"Then you should be careful when sleeping alone at night and don't sleep too hard."
"I know."
After some instructions, the old man left with the two long-term workers.
Feng Bingwen looked at the pouring rain. After a moment of silence, he hugged the cat and went back to sleep.
Although the celestial phenomenon is different, with his current strength, there is no problem in keeping Baofengjia Village safe. With this thought, he can calm down now.
The night passed as Feng Bingwen recited the Taoist canon, and he spent a fulfilling night. However, under the clouds and rain, countless people were awakened by the violent wind and rain, and then they could no longer sleep.
"Uh-huh..."
When the sky was still dark, Feng Bingwen heard a faint cry coming from the fire door of his house, and the voice was full of sadness and despair.
Hearing such miserable cries, Feng Bingwen got off the bed, opened the door and walked out. He saw a group of beautiful flower spirits flapping their wings to come up. One of them, one white and one yellow, sat on his bed.
On their shoulders, everyone was reporting on the status of their investigation.
"Master, a group of people came to the door of my house. They were all crying. They were all dirty. Some people were being carried, and their bodies were covered with mud. They looked so pitiful."
"Master, don't listen to Xiao Bai Shao. First, listen to me. She can't even figure out what's going on."
"Oh, don't talk nonsense. I obviously got the information. Why are you guys taking any credit from me?"
A single elf has a soft and melodious voice. It is a pleasure to listen to them speak. But with half a hundred elves gathered together and making noisy noises, even the most beautiful voices turned into noise. Feng Bing
Wen couldn't help but show distress on his face.
"That's enough, Xiao Huangju, you tell me!"
Feng Bingwen spoke directly and made the final decision, appointing the flower essence with the highest spirituality in the Herb Garden. It was his own idea to go to the county bookstore to steal small books. This shows how far her wisdom has reached. The only pity
Unfortunately, she did not use this wisdom in the right way.
"Master really loves me the most."
The designated Xiao Huangju couldn't help but feel proud, with a smug look on her face, and even glanced provocatively at Xiao Bai Shao sitting on Feng Bingwen's other shoulder. With Feng Bingwen's help, the elf also did the same.
I have developed enough spirituality and learned to speak.
"Stop talking nonsense and tell me the real story."
Feng Bingwen stretched out his finger and poked her forehead.
"Ah, sir, don't be anxious. It's like this. I heard that a family's house in your village was washed away by the rain last night. What's even more unlucky is that the man in that family seems to be worried that the crops in the field will be washed away by the rain.
It broke, so I ran out to look at the crops, but because of the heavy rain, I couldn't see the road clearly, so I fell and hit a rock, breaking one of my legs."
After being clicked by Feng Bingwen, this little flower spirit immediately calmed down and revealed all the news she heard while standing in the corner in one breath.
"After the old man heard about what happened to that family early in the morning, he invited them to our home. I heard that we would let them stay."
"So that's it."
When Feng Bingwen heard this, he nodded and was not surprised.
Each village has one surname, and the dozen or so families in the village are basically related by blood. Going back several generations, they all come from the same ancestors. When a family suffers a disaster, those who still have the strength to do so cannot sit idly by.
"Master, this man in your village is so stupid. It's raining so heavily. What's the point of running out to look at it? What should be washed away by the rain will be washed away. He ran out blindly in the middle of the night, and he still washed it away.
My leg was broken."
Some elves looked at Feng Bingwen's calm expression and couldn't help but muttered, thinking that the person who ran to rob crops in the middle of the night was really stupid.
"You little guy, don't talk nonsense."
Hearing this, Feng Bingwen angrily gave it a blow.
It’s not that he thinks the people in the same village are stupid. The crops planted in the fields are more important than lifeblood to farmers. If the fields have harvests, they will not go hungry. If they suddenly encounter such a big disaster, how can they still survive?
It is obviously unrealistic to expect the other party to remain calm and make the most reasonable judgment.
"The only ones that will be washed away by the rain overnight are probably the adobe houses, probably Uncle Ping's house."
Hearing the faint sound of crying that came with the wind and rain, Feng Bingwen thought for a while, took out an oil-paper umbrella from the room, opened it, and walked towards the door.
He saw several figures covered in mud in the hall of his home. A middle-aged man with a look of vicissitudes of life was lying on the ground pale, with a few wooden boards between his legs, and blood stains were faintly visible. Next to him,
It was a woman crying there with several children. Two elderly people at home were comforting her.
"Ugh, ah, my family is gone, my food is gone, how can I live like this!"
The woman was wailing, and several children of different ages next to her, but also somewhat ignorant, were also crying.
"Aunt Xiangzi, although your house is gone, everyone is fine. Ping An only has a broken leg. He will be fine in a few months. He is not very old. If you work hard for a few more years, you will be able to
Build a house."
Feng Bingwen watched his grandma comforting them, repeatedly saying that it would be fine if everyone was fine, so this was the reason why he could comfort them now.
"Don't cry. What are you crying for? There is no harvest this year and the house has been washed away. I have made the decision. I will lend you ten silver bahts without charging you interest. I will pay them back when you have recovered in the coming year. As for the residence, the old house next to it