Wang Dali dared to say that he had never seen such a heavy rain in his life, and when the rain began to fall, Wang Dali was still sleeping on the broken bed in the Tugu Temple. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoCompared with other places, there have been fewer disasters in Jiangnan over the years, and young people like Wang Dali can barely survive by working part-time jobs, but he took away the old jacket too early. Although it is already April (lunar calendar, May according to the Gregorian calendar), it is still a little cold in the morning and evening. There was no quilt or anything in the temple, so there was only some hay on the bed.

In his sleep, Wang Dali felt that his body was getting colder and colder, so he touched a handful of hay to cover his body in a daze, and stretched out his hand, but felt cold in his hand. So Wang Dali woke up all of a sudden.

It was dark and there was nothing to see, only the sound of rain outside, and the sound of rain dripping down from the cracks in the roof and falling on the hay. Wang Dali knew that the broken roof was leaking again, and the grass must have been wet because of it. He groped his way to sit up, and put his feet down on the bed, intending to put on his straw sandals. However, when I put my feet down, I felt cold, and it turned out that there was already deep water on the ground. As for the straw sandals, I don't know where they went, probably somewhere else. Wang Dali knew that this Tugu Temple had been in disrepair for a long time, and now it was soaked in this water, and he was afraid that it was extremely unreliable, and he would collapse if he couldn't say it. Moreover, with such rain, the embankment of the nearby Zhangjia River has not been repaired for many years, and if it is not done well, it will burst. He hurriedly fumbled for his old clothes, put them on, and then groped his way open the door and looked outside.

After all, the outside is brighter than the inside, although because of nutritional problems, according to the standards of future generations, Wang Dali is a little night blind, but relying on the lightning that lights up from time to time, Wang Dali still sees that the land in front of him has become an ocean. Wang Dali was flustered for a while, then turned around and touched it back, he touched the head of the bed, then bent down, touched the foot of the bed with both hands, and touched a broken jar, because the jar was broken, the water easily flowed into it, so it did not drift away, otherwise, in this dark room, it is really not easy to find such a broken jar.

Wang Dali lifted the jar up, reached out and touched it, which was the jacket and quilt he had pawned, as well as the money for half a month's short-term work for Master Zhao, wrapped in a coarse cloth bag. It was pitch black in the room, and there was no time to count it—the water rose rapidly, and when Wang Dali woke up, the water had barely reached his feet and necks, but now it was up to his knees. Wang Dali put his hand into the jar, grabbed the burden, pinched it, and the hard one should still be there. So he took out the baggage, took it in his arms, and touched it again.

The water rose very quickly, and Wang Dali knew that the terrain in the area of Tugu Temple was very low, and looking at the posture of this heavy rain, he was afraid that the water here would soon reach the top of people's heads. Wang Dali then discerned the direction with lightning, and walked towards the east, where there was a small hill, which was relatively high, and there were some large trees that could hide from the rain. Of course, although countrymen like Wang Dali are also afraid of five thunderstorms in the sky, they don't understand the principle of not going under the big trees when it rains.

The ground is full of water, and he can't look down on the road under his feet at all, and Wang Dali's eyesight at night is not very good, so he can only walk towards that side with one foot high and one foot low against the heavy rain. Suddenly, one of his feet slipped, and then the whole person sank all at once. It turned out that there was a deep ditch in this place, and Wang Dali couldn't see it, so he slipped down with one foot in the air.

Wang Dali was taken aback, and choked on two mouthfuls of water, but fortunately he could drink water, and he did not have dozens of pounds of armor on his body, so he would not drown in a small ditch like Barbarossa. Just waited for him to react and crawled out of the ditch, only to find that the burden in his hand was gone. A burden of copper coins is gone!

Wang Dali took a deep breath and was about to dive into the ditch to look for it, but suddenly he heard a rumbling sound, louder than thunder, and then he heard a rumbling sound from behind him. He turned around to look, but it was pitch black but he couldn't see anything. At this time, a flash of lightning suddenly split the dark night, and Wang Dali saw that a wall of water was roaring towards this side - the Zhangjia River had burst!

With his life at stake, Wang Dali can no longer care about the burden and the copper coins in the burden, he knows that even if he can swim in the water, being caught in such a torrent is also more auspicious. So he couldn't care about anything now, and ran straight ahead, and just when the lightning illuminated his vision, he saw a big tree in front of him.

The roar of the flood became louder and louder, Wang Dali rushed forward with all his strength, he didn't have time and didn't dare to look back, looking back would slow down his speed, and at this time, this little difference could be the difference between life and death.

Wang Dali's luck was good, he rushed to the bottom of the tree first. Jumping upwards and grabbing a branch, he lifted both feet up and coiled them around the branch, and then climbed up three or five times.

Wang Dali climbed a foot high in one breath, and then he heard the waves rushing under the tree with a roar, and the tree shook violently. Wang Dali hugged the trunk tightly with his limbs, and finally did not fall.

After that strand passed, the shaking of the tree was much lighter, and Wang Dali breathed a sigh of relief, climbed to a tree, and sat down there, only to feel that his whole body was weak.

I don't know how long it took, the sky gradually brightened, Wang Dali looked around from the tree, there was an ocean on all sides, the Tugu Temple where he lived, and Zhao Zhuang not far from the Tugu Temple were gone, and even the big green tile house of Master Zhao was gone, only an ocean.

"Grandma, I told you to deduct Lao Tzu's wages, and said that Lao Tzu stole the beans of the donkey that your family pushed and grinded. Retribution! Seeing that Zhao Zhuang was gone, Wang Dali was both a little frightened and a little happy.

But the pleasure did not last long, for Wang Dali was hungry, and now that he was trapped in this tree, he could not expect to get food. As for the skill of finding a chicken-flavored, crunchy, pinched head and eaten in any extreme environment, with three times the protein content of beef, Wang Dali does not know. So now he can only go hungry first.

"Maybe the water will recede in a few hours, right?" Wang Dali could only comfort himself like this.

However, the heavy rain did not stop, and the water naturally did not recede, and there were constantly large trees washed by the flash flood drifting past the tree where Wang Dali was hiding. Some trees would even crash into the big tree where Wang Dali was staying. And every impact caused the tree to shake violently.

This is an old poplar tree, this kind of tree does not have a deep root system, and as the land is soaked with water, the tree is in the torrent and quickly crumbles a little. Wang Dali had no more options at this time, so he could only hold on to the trunk firmly. Eventually, the tree gradually tilted, slowly at first, and then fell faster and faster as the angle of inclination grew. Finally, it was poured into the water with a bang.

Wang vigorously hugged the trunk of the tree tightly, so that when the tree fell, he was not thrown off. Now the tree has become a big raft in a sense. The king stood on the trunk of the fallen tree with a strong grasp of the branch, and the great tree floated downstream with the current.

"I don't know where it went." Wang Dali looked in all directions, and soon the sight that appeared before his eyes became unfamiliar. In this era, the average farmer like Wang Dali, whose area of activity is a few nearby villages all his life, rarely extends beyond the surrounding twenty miles. And once out of this range, for them, it is almost another world.

Now the canoe had drifted into a river he didn't recognize, and was speeding downstream. Along the way, he also saw some villages that were on high ground and therefore not flooded, but most of the fields in these villages were also submerged, and these villages were now like islands in the sea. He also saw villagers standing on the shore, holding long bamboo poles with hooks, trying to hook various things that had drifted downstream. It's just that he is too far away for those people to reach him, and he has neither the tools nor the strength to control the direction of this "raft".

Fortunately, after a day of drifting, the rain finally stopped, the flood began to recede gradually, and Wang Dali's "raft" gradually ran aground. After waiting for more than an hour, the surrounding water was already very shallow, and Wang Dali saved his life and took him to a "raft" in a place he had never been before, and staggered up to a high ground.

Wang Dali rested on the high ground for a while, he didn't know where he was now, and even he couldn't understand where he used to be. Now Wang Dali is just walking mechanically, he doesn't know where he is going, he only knows that he must move forward, because he is hungry, he must find something to eat.

Soon Wang Dali found what he was looking for, and he found half a radish in the mud. Wang Dali picked up the radish, washed it in the water next to it, and then wiped it with his clothes and gnawed it. After gnawing on the half of the radish and drinking two sips of water in the river, Wang Dali felt that his body gradually gained some strength, so he got up and walked towards the front again.

I don't know how long he walked, Wang Dali saw that there were some people in front of him, he didn't know who those people were, but he estimated that they were also people who had suffered the same disaster as him, so he followed. From the mouths of these people, he heard a message: "There is a soup kitchen from the Guanyin Gate!" ”