Chapter Eighty-Seven: Home is Gone
She put the candy in Tang Zhinian's hand, and then felt out one and stuffed it in the second uncle's hand, and Tang Zhijun covered his face when he saw the sugar in his hand, choking uncomfortably.
The rain stopped after a day and a night, and the flood also receded after three days, in these three days, the people in the village were looking for something to eat on the mountain, and there were some wild fruits and other things on the mountain, which could also be eaten, Tang Zhinian brothers and Tang Yuxin relied on a few pieces of sugar held by Tang Yuxin, and the wild fruits in the mountains to spend this difficult three days and three nights, the flood did not rise, and there were also soldiers who came to the rescue, and also sent them a lot of food and water, as well as clothing.
After about three days, the flood waters receded, and they returned to the village.
But the village is full of old houses, and they are almost washed away, and the use of the family has been washed away, the bedding, chickens and ducks, and food are all washed away, and the good thing is that the house is gone, and the things at home are gone, but because the land in the village is all on the mountainside, it has not been washed by the flood, but it has only flooded the green seedlings of a few families, and most of them are good, and the land of Tang Zhinian's brothers has only been flooded a small corner, and most of them are fineใ
It doesn't matter if the house is washed away, it doesn't matter if the things are washed away, as long as the people are there.
And the current government is also good, when they returned to the village not long after, they had already sent people over, first not to mention anything else, first a household gave 200 yuan in relief, then a bag of rice, and noodles,
Everyone tidied up their own homes, and those who could live in their own homes lived in their own homes, and those who couldn't live in the government still had tents, and then they would just build up their houses in the future.
It's just a nice thing to say, but in fact, every family has lost a lot.
Tang Zhinian's brothers and Tang Yuxin were both standing stupidly at the door of their house, the door was gone, and the house was almost flushed, but except for one roof, the things inside were all washed out, even the kang collapsed, if it wasn't for the big paulownia tree in front of the door, maybe they couldn't even find where their home was?
Tang Zhijun hurriedly found his kitchen, but as soon as he entered, the whole person was also depressed, and there was no need to look for it, the firewood on the board was washed out, and the jar was gone.
"It's okay, the land is still there, the people are still there," Tang Zhinian walked over and patted his younger brother's shoulder comfortingly.
Tang Zhijun wanted to laugh, but he laughed like crying.
There is nothing left at home, not even the money.
And Tang Zhinian's heart is more sad than Tang Zhijun, and it is more difficult to feel guilty.
If he hadn't gotten the money back, maybe it would have been the check that had been washed away now, and as long as it was a check, there was always a way to make it back, right? But now it's money, and I don't know where the money was washed away by the flood, and I don't know whose money it became?
Tang Zhinian asked his daughter to sit outside, and then cleaned up the house with Tang Zhinian, and made up for it a little, it can still be lived, at least, there is a roof in the house, and it is blocked with wood all around.