Even after many years, Tu Ran still remembers the heavy rain that year. The heavy rain www.biquge.info intermittently fell for more than half a month, and the faces of the adults in the family turned yellow into rape flowers in March. Grandpa had to go to the fields several times a day to see if the water in the paddy fields was almost full again.

Although the summer in the northern plains is usually characterized by drought and flooding, the scale is small. This is the first time in 20 years that a flood like this has occurred.

The sky is always overcast, and there is a cheerful flow of water everywhere in front of the ditch and in the field, in front of and behind the house. The Qinghe River, which passed through the village of Dage, swelled, and the filthy yellow water roared and swept in all directions, rolling up white foam. The foam was intercepted by a mountain of broken branches and leaves at the bend, and it could no longer move half a step. The river is more than twice as wide as it used to be, and the large sandbar with smooth pebbles has long since disappeared. The turbid yellow water raged and flooded the low-lying fields.

In a blink of an eye, months of hard work were wiped out. Only the turbulent yellow river was left rushing forward.

Under such circumstances, the old and young masters of Dage Village no longer had the leisure to sleep. From time to time, they wandered around the fields to see how much of the fruits of their labor had been left under the ravages of the torrential rains. After watching it a few times, I had a score in my heart, and I was no longer flustered. What to do, what to do. People can't fight with the sky, if they rush, they will rush, what can they do except sigh and feel uncomfortable for a few days? After the heavy rain, see if you can plant something else in the field, and harvest a little. The owner of the washed out field in the lower place had already been mentally prepared when he planted the seeds. Therefore, after the flood, except for complaining to the neighbors about a few words of "bad year", there was no special heartache. When the rain subsided a little, those people also took tools and went with everyone to get firewood.

Collecting firewood is a necessary job for the people of Dage Village during the summer floods. In Dage Village, boiling water, cooking, and heating bacon are inseparable from firewood. Generally speaking, firewood is cut by families in the mountains in winter. Firewood comes in many forms: dead branches, dead trees, moth-eaten roots, and some miscellaneous tree slivers...... As long as it can be burned in principle and has no peculiar smell, it will be used as a firewood reserve. Dage Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with dense vegetation, and a large pile of firewood is stacked in the yard of each house. Not only that, but the attic of ordinary homes also has dried firewood sticks and bundled bean stalks that have been chopped and dried in winter. This is for rainy days. Lest when it rains, the firewood in the kitchen at home runs out, and there is no firewood for cooking. These are all painstakingly cut from the mountains. And firewood is different.

Chai, as the name suggests, is firewood in water. If the rainstorm lasts for a long time, the Qinghe River can easily overflow. The roaring water of the river will wash away everything that stands in its way. There may be a few willow trees growing along the river, or there may be beams of someone's house.

The water from the mountains will flow lower, and the water from the streams will flow lower. Nowhere is the terrain lower than a river in the mountains. Washed down this way, dead branches, leaves, mud, sand and stones will eventually be brought to Qinghe. The water level of the Qing River rose for the first time due to the rapid precipitation, and then rose again due to the flood of sediment and debris. The mighty water then swept and washed away with these debris, like an invincible blade, harvesting both sides of the road.

Tu Ran's road to school was covered with calf-high water. In the past, when the water level of the Qinghe River was normal, the river beach outside the road was about a house away from the road. At this moment, there is nothing but the turbid yellow water in the eyes.

Teacher Li was a little worried about the four of them, and personally sent them back after school that day. And repeatedly told the parents of the four people: when the children pass through the stone yard after school, they must be accompanied by an adult.

The adults swore in front of the teacher, but as soon as the teacher left, he told his children a few more times and it was over. This is a life-and-death matter, and a few children will not be confused. Besides, there is Ma Xiaolong following, so there will be no accidents.

Teacher Li knows that Ma Xiaolong is excellent, but in her eyes, Ma Xiaolong is also a child as big as Ma Xiaoyue. What if...... You have to be careful!

Mr. Li's worries are not unreasonable, and the reassurance of adults seems to make sense. So, Tu Ran and the four of them went to school as always. When Mr. Li asked if there were any adults to accompany him to the stone factory, Tu Ran and the four of them nodded vigorously in unison.

The rain stopped for one day. When they came home from school and passed by the stone factory, they unexpectedly saw a lot of adults gathered there. In a few inlets near the stone factory, there are also adults standing on floating and piled up branches.

"Daddy!" Mom!" Grandpa!" Several children spoke out together.

Tu Ran's grandfather stood on the slag swaying around and grinned at her: "Xiaocao is back, go back to eat, your grandmother and mother are waiting for you at home!" ”

"Grandpa, have you eaten it?" Tu Ran shouted at his grandfather. Wave by wave hit the shore, the sound of the water rumbled, Tu Ran was afraid that his grandfather, who was swaying with the waves, would not be able to hear it.

"Eat. Go back quickly~, don't let them wait in a hurry~" Grandpa shouted at Tu Ran.

Ma Xiaodian's mother was squatting on the ground, ready to carry a basket of firewood piled high. Seeing this, Ma Xiaolong and Ma Xiaoyue hurriedly surrounded him to help.

"Coming back?" Ma Xiaoyue's mother bowed her bent body, looked at the love on the faces of her two sons, and then turned around and shouted to Ma Xinguo, who was moving a thick wood root upwards: "I'll go back with the child first~"

Ma Xinxin dragged a large piece of wet tree roots and hummed tiredly: "Go back!" Don't forget to bring me the food~"

"Hey!" Ma Xiaoyue's mother responded crisply and bowed away. Tu Ran and a few of them also followed behind.

Before he got home, Tu Ran saw his father coming with an axe.

"Third child, you are really evil! You also went to chop and burn the beams of other people's houses. Aren't you afraid of burning your teeth...... Ma Xiaoyue's mother hunched over and joked to Tu Ran's father. Although the large basket of tall wet wood had made her tired enough, it did not prevent her from squeezing people with sharp teeth in the slightest.

"Sister-in-law Xia, you talk nonsense there all day long! A good piece of firewood, you have to say that it is the beam of someone's house. It's not that you didn't get it, so it's sour!" Tu Ran's father shot back with an unceremonious smile.

"Oops, hey! Third, you have to speak with your conscience. Sister-in-law Xia kindly reminds you that you don't have to be boring. The wood was long and straight, and the surface was so smooth. What is Liangzi from time to time, you say?" Ma Xiaodian's mother fought back.