Dazzling thunder exploded in the sky, and the flashes of lightning divided the dark sky, providing a moment of light to the earth full of anxiety and fear.
"Hurry up, hurry up, if you want to survive, walk faster and don't delay."
Impatient urging sounded, and in the flash of lightning, a long and winding team could be seen slowly crawling along the official road. This team started from a large city on the ground, like a crawling beast, and headed towards the wind and rain.
The darkness stretches out with no end in sight, making people feel hopeless.
It was obviously a bad weather with strong winds, rain, and thunder, but people kept coming out of the city and joining this huge team, dragging their families along with them as they trudged forward in the wind and rain.
"You idiots, do you think you are moving? How far do you think you can go with so much debris? When the water floods over, you will all have to sink into the water to feed the fish..."
At both ends of this team, there are several people wearing official robes at regular intervals to guide the people forward. At the gate of that big city, there are even more officials, and they will check the people leaving the city.
The things they carried, their clothes were soaked under the heavy rain, and their tone of voice was even worse.
"Are these going to be thrown away?"
An old man in linen clothes carrying a heavy luggage was pulled out of the queue by an official. When he heard the official asking to throw away the bottles and cans, his face was full of reluctance.
"My lord, can you be kind to me? These items are all useful and good. If I throw them away, I don't know how long it will take to get them back."
"Of course I have to throw them away. Do you know how long this trip will take? Carrying so much debris, do you want to be exhausted to death?"
The official, who had been soaked by the heavy rain and was wet everywhere, almost didn't have the energy to get angry at this time, because he had seen too many similar people and his voice was hoarse.
These people simply don't understand how horrific the disaster they are about to face is, and staying where they are is going to lead to death. But even if this is explained to them, many people still can't understand it clearly.
As soon as those people who were accustomed to living a poor life heard that the government was mobilizing to take them to farther places, they immediately packed up their belongings and wanted to take away everything they could. If they hadn't been able to dig up the ground
Come on, pick up the house, they may even want to carry it away.
Although we can understand their behavior, it must be stopped. After all the people have brought enough food rations, they can only travel lightly. They must not be allowed to bring pots, pans, pots, pans and other messy things with them.
This will not only make them die of exhaustion in the middle of the journey, but will also affect the migration progress of the entire city. If it is not stopped at the beginning, someone will definitely follow suit later, and when the flood hits, how many people will die.
"Master, I am born with a hard life. I am already used to it. All I do is heavy work every day. This little thing is nothing. If I am not exhausted, just let me carry it on my back!"
The dark-skinned old man looked at the fat official in front of him, his body covered with rainwater, and without dignity, with a flattering smile on his face.
"No, the Lord Fu has issued an order. In addition to dry food and water, each person should bring at most a few sets of changes of clothes. The rest is not allowed to be taken on the road."
The official shook his head firmly and refused, knowing that words alone were not enough to make these poor people give up their belongings, so he pointed to the side of the soldiers who were still wearing strong armor despite the wind and rain.
"If you still don't want to, I'll ask them to help you. It's not up to you to decide what will be thrown away."
"Master, why don't you leave if I don't?"
The old man looked at the armor and spears that were shining brightly even in the wind and rain. He shrank his head subconsciously, with a look of fear on his face, but he couldn't help but have some rebellious thoughts in his heart.
"I will stay at home and not go anywhere!"
"Do you want to die? There will be a flood sweeping through this place in three days. Even if you have ten lives, you won't be able to die."
"Then it's a dead end."
The old man looked back at the bloated luggage on his back and smiled nonchalantly.
"Fuck your mother!"
The fat official, who had no dry cloth on his body, was furious. He grabbed the old man's collar and sprayed his face with saliva.
"Why do you think I've been here in the rain for a long time and want to die? Dreaming, your life is now decided by the government. Bring me two people to strip this old guy's bags and give him a few more
Flapjack!”
While the old man was stunned, two tall and thick soldiers came up and dragged him aside. Then, while he was wailing, they unloaded all the pots and pans he was carrying and smashed them in front of his face.
A piece of shit.
"No more, all gone!"
The old man looked at the debris on the ground in front of him, and was devastated. Those were all his belongings, and he just wanted to take them with him, but now they were all smashed.
"Take it, here is your ration for the next three days!"
As the old man cried, a slightly warm oil-paper bag was stuffed into his arms. The aroma of scallion oil floated out of the oil paper, and even wind and rain could not dispel it. The old man couldn't help but swallow it.
He took a big mouthful of saliva and stopped crying.
"Why are you still sitting there stupidly? If you don't hurry up and follow me, Mr. Huang will give you all his rations."
A force so strong that he could not resist fell on him, and the old man was forcibly pulled by his collar and forced to stand up.
"My lord's rations?"
The old man looked a little confused and a little strange.
He saw that the fat official who had just yelled at him pulled out a middle-aged man who was somewhat similar to him from the migrating team, also carrying pots and pans, and next to him was a similarly dressed woman.
, there were several children with confused eyes beside them.
"What Mr. Huang just ordered is to see how pitifully you cry. Don't be ignorant and get on your way quickly. The government is doing it for your own good. These things won't be able to be earned back when the water recedes."
"I have been earning money for most of my life..."
The old man held the slightly warm oil paper bag tightly to his chest. He smelled the smell of scallion oil and muttered, but his face lost the indifferent attitude just now.
He glanced at the fat official who was carrying a man with his family and yelling curses. Under the urging of the soldiers beside him, he merged into the flow of migrating people and moved forward under the heavy rain.
.
"well!"
High in the sky, among the thick clouds, a god general wearing red armor looked down at the migrating team below that heard cries and curses coming from time to time, and couldn't help but sigh.
He saw the rough behavior of the government towards those "stubborn" people. As long as the things they brought exceeded the limit, they would be forcibly dragged away and then smashed to pieces in front of them.
For ordinary people, this was more cruel than beating them up. They were forced to go on the road, their hearts full of resentment, and their mouths full of curses.
Although the government had clearly informed them that there would be a flood, they still had doubts about it until they saw it with their own eyes. This doubt expanded after the government destroyed most of their belongings.
to seven points.
Public dissatisfaction boils
However, Feng Bingwen, who noticed all this while high in the sky, did not follow the will of the people because he knew that the government's approach was correct and that three days was too short.
There is not much time to explain too much to the people who don't even know the words. Even if you explain it clearly to them, there will still be some people who don't believe it. These people only believe what they see with their own eyes.
Only when the flood strikes and submerges the entire city, will the boiling public resentment dissipate, and everyone will sing praises to the government in the joy of surviving the disaster.
This is true even if this migration in the face of violent storms will lead to the death of many people with poor health.
"There's someone else!"
The god general's eyes swept through the migrating team, and finally landed in the big city that should have been bustling, noisy, and bustling with people. He felt the faint breath of life in many houses.
The god general jumped up and turned into a red rainbow. Following the wind and rain, it fell into the deserted city. Probably because the government order came too suddenly, most of the stalls on both sides of the street were not put away. At this time,
Under the raging wind and rain, all kinds of vegetables and goods were scattered all over the place, adding to the desolation.
"I see!"
Feng Bingwen's spiritual thoughts guided the general's actions. He walked in this large city that seemed a bit silent and desolate. He soon came to a weak energy that he had sensed in the sky before and saw clearly who it was.
It was an old man wearing thin clothes, holding a dead wood crutch, sitting at the gate with an expressionless face, looking at the pouring rain with empty eyes.
This is a very old man. His muscles have atrophied, and his wrinkled old skin clings tightly to his bones. Due to the decline of Qi and blood, he can no longer straighten his back and cannot walk.
convenient.
He was abandoned!
This may not be accurate. The government also wants to save everyone, but letting an old man of this age walk for dozens of miles on a muddy road in a violent storm will undoubtedly cost his life. Instead of doing this, it is better to let him
stay at home.
There are thousands of old people like this in this city. They sit silently at home and watch the government brave the pouring rain to organize their descendants to evacuate this big city.
Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.
Feng Bingwen raised his palm, but just when he was thinking about doing something for these old people, a sandalwood scent that was so thick that even wind and rain could not be dispersed surged on the street. As the divine light shone, Feng Bingwen saw a