Yang Hao did not rush to soak the rattan in oil, but asked people to collect the fat from the slaughtered animals in a large clay jar.

Before he mastered the rattan armor weaving technique, he didn't want to waste a little bit of such a really expensive grease.

"Boom!"

The sky was originally clear, but in an instant, dark clouds were thick, and bursts of thunder sounded, as if the air was trembling.

The weather changed so quickly, Yang Hao was a little surprised, looking at the dark and oppressive sky, a heavy rain was coming.

In order to prevent accidents, Yang Hao stopped all the activities of the tribe, including the prisoners of war, and everyone returned to the tribe, hiding in the tent in fear and listening to the rolling thunder.

Lightning and thunder, strong winds, and the atmosphere of the imprint lasted for more than twenty minutes, as if the dragon hiding in the sky let out an angry roar, and a thick lightning bolt slashed down from the sky.

The bright light reflected the whole world red, and the eerie light faded, and a drop of water fell from the sky in the wind.

"Smack!"

The water droplets hit the thatch of the tent and shattered into countless pieces.

The pouring rain followed, and the whole world was shrouded in a white curtain of water, and the simple thatched tents of the Daqi tribe were in danger of capsizing at any time in such bad weather, like a lonely boat in a storm.

Yang Hao sat by the door and looked at the crumbling defense in the wind and rain, his face full of solemnity.

Generally speaking, such a heavy rain does not last long, but there are accidents, and as long as such heavy rain lasts for an hour, it will be catastrophic.

Yang Hao knocked on the muddy land, and couldn't help but feel glad in his heart, the mountain where the Daqi tribe was located was a stone mountain, and he didn't want to be as prone to landslides as the earth mountain.

If it was Tushan, Yang Hao estimated that he would have to run away with all his belongings now.

The heavy rain continued for more than ten minutes and there was no sign of stopping, but fortunately, the terrain of the tribe was not flat.

When the tribe was built, Yang Hao also asked people to dig simple drainage ditches, but in the face of such rainfall, the simple drainage ditches had already exceeded the load.

The turbulent water collects into the drains, and the overflowing rainwater spreads around, and the items scattered on the ground slowly drift away along the current.

In the end, these messy items are blocked by the fence and piled up.

Yang Hao was anxious when he saw this, if these things blocked the drainage ditch, under the impact of the water, the front wall could be washed away.

Without further ado, Yang Hao ignored the pouring rain outside and shouted, "Come out quickly and remove those things!" ”

The sound of the rain weakened the distance of the sound, and Qu could only see a figure shouting in the rain, and he couldn't hear what he was shouting.

Just as he was puzzled, his eyes suddenly widened.

He took off his clothes and rushed out shirtless in shorts.

"Chief! With such a heavy rain, what are you doing coming out? ”

Qu wiped the rain on his face and shouted.

"Go and call someone, the wall will fall before you hurry."

Yang Hao shouted by pulling his neck.

Qu wiped the rain on his face, and when he saw the debris piled up, he was also shocked in his heart, and hurriedly said, "I know." ”

After speaking, he staggered and ran in the rain.

After a while, the clansmen and savages of the Daqi tribe all rushed over, and under Yang Hao's orders, everyone began to repair the drainage ditch.

Yang Hao didn't know how many times he had slipped and fallen, but at this time he didn't care about these anymore.

After many all-out efforts, it took half an hour to finally clean up the debris accumulated at the drain.

Looking at the walls that were pitted by the rain charge, Yang Hao's heart seemed to be dripping blood, and the wall he had worked so hard to build was almost half destroyed in this heavy rain, and all his previous efforts were in vain.

After the drain was cleaned, the water flow had a channel for catharsis, and the water level that collected in the tribe dropped rapidly.

As soon as he finished this, Yang Hao rushed to the location of the granary with his people.

Seeing that the place where the grain was stored was intact, Yang Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

The ground in the granary has been filled with some rainwater, but Yang Hao did not put the grain directly on the ground.

At the beginning, in order to prevent the grain from getting wet, Yang Hao asked people to put all the grain on a high platform paved with stone hay.

Although there is standing water on the ground, it is not a big threat to food.

Although the rain at this time has decreased a little, Yang Hao still asked people to dig a drainage ditch near the granary just in case.

Yang Hao's worst concern still happened, the heavy rain lasted for more than an hour before turning into light rain.

When the rain slowed down, Yang Hao took the wet crowd to the outside of the tribe, and looked condescendingly at the surging flood under the mountain, and his face became ugly.

The river is long gone, the muddy water is surging like mud, and the thick trees and rocks are as fragile as pieces of paper in the face of the forces of nature.

You can still faintly see some dead animals rising and falling in the current.

Yang Hao understands that the impact of this natural disaster has only just begun.

It is the most basic common sense that there is a great plague after the great calamity, although their own tribe is on higher ground and escaped.

But Yang Hao couldn't get up at ease.

"Chief, God is angry, and the flood is coming again."

Qu looked at the raging flood with a pale face.

Listening to Qu's words, Yang Hao quickly understood what he meant, the legend of Dayu's water control is almost familiar in later generations.

And the era in which I live is not so far away from that great historical event.

Floods, a terrible natural disaster, are daunting even in a highly civilized modern society.

Yang Hao did not have the ability to control the water, so he could only do his best to minimize the losses suffered by his tribe in this disaster.

The drizzle soon stopped, but the sky showed no sign of clearing.

Yang Hao didn't care about wiping the rain on his body, and when the rain stopped, he hurriedly asked Yin and Shaoyan to take the prisoners of war to repair the buildings damaged by the rain, especially the public toilets and livestock pens.

In order to prevent the outbreak of the epidemic, Yang Hao must clean up these things as soon as possible.

The public toilet is good to say, the manure pit is dug deeper, although a lot of rainwater is poured in, but it does not overflow, even if the smell is unpleasant, Yang Hao still took people to quickly reinforce a circle with stones and mud next to the manure pit.

The Daqi tribe didn't have much livestock, and the manure in the fence was quickly cleared.

It took an afternoon of busy cleaning to completely clean up all the places where the disease might occur.

Under Yang Hao's orders, no one, including prisoners of war, was allowed to drink cold water, and all water had to be boiled before drinking.

Many people think that this order is unnecessary, but in Yang Hao's sentence, "Anyone who violates this rule will be punished as a family crime." Under the authority, all complaints and objections suddenly came to an abrupt end.