The villagers' voices of skepticism are somewhat mixed.

Qianwan frowned, too lazy to listen to their chatter, and grabbed the village chief's collar and swept towards the embankment upstream.

If I continue to grind, I am afraid that the downstream will not be able to hold up and collapse first.

The villagers chased two steps forward, looking at the figure that disappeared into the rain in an instant.

They looked at each other in shock, and they were all speechless in shock.

The village chief fell to the ground, and as soon as he stepped on the slippery muddy ground, he almost fell on his heels.

As soon as he stood firm, he saw the man unbuckle his cloak and get wet in the rain.

A crisp and neat swivel, with a knife out of the sheath at the waist.

It was so fast that he couldn't even see his movements clearly, only a "ding" sound was heard, and the knife was firmly pierced into the gap between the cracked little fingers.

actually forced a gap.

At this moment, in the dark clouds, rolling muffled thunder roared.

The village chief couldn't help but palpitate a little, and stepped forward with the hoe and plow in his hand and asked, "What should I do now?" ”

Qianwan threw him a rope and said coldly, "Stand away." ”

"Huh?"

"I'll draw my sword in a moment, and you pull me up."

Qianwan indifferently untied the excess burdens on her body, and without waiting for the village chief to reply, she strode into the rainstorm.

The village chief was stunned and held the rope, only to see an afterimage passing by, and the man held the knife in one hand, and actually tore the crack open.

Wow - bang -

The surging river water gushed out, as if it had finally found an outlet, and broke the embankment of the river upstream, comparable to a mountain of water.

It all happened so suddenly that the village chief was so shocked by the flood that he could not react.

"Benefactor!"

He screamed, his eyes flushed.

No one responded.

The water slid along the low-lying soft mud floor, scouring a long, twisting ditch.

The diverted water still follows the original embankment, but the water level is slowly lowering.

"Benefactor!!"

Seeing a dark color floating in the water, the village chief tied the rope to the stone and hurriedly jumped down.

Don't be fine, benefactor!

The rain is getting lighter, and the sky after being washed by the thunderstorm has a hazy beauty of early sunshine.

It's a little unreal.

Everyone in Shuibu Village looked at this scene excitedly, hiding their faces and crying.

They escaped.

The woman held the child in her arms and muttered, "It's great that we can all live......

……

Qianye coughed up two mouthfuls of water, opened her eyes, and saw a circle of villagers staring at her with burning eyes.

The clothes on her body were still very wet, but there was a fire next to her, as if she was going to help her dry them simply and roughly.

The corners of a god's mouth twitched fiercely.

The village chief smiled sincerely, and quickly explained, "Benefactor, we don't dare to touch your things easily!" ”

The villager hugged the cloak, "Benefactor, these have been baked." ”

Qianwan reached out and took it, "Yes." ”

"Dare to ask the benefactor's name?" The village chief looked at him gratefully, and bowed respectfully, "If there is no benefactor to rescue, Shuibu Village must be in ruins now." ”

"You're the village chief?"

"Yes, the villain's name is Dong Zhongfeng, and he is the village chief of this Shuibu Village."

Qianwan threw out a token and glanced at him lightly, "Then you should know what this is." ”

When Dong Zhongfeng saw the token, his face turned pale.

He paused, and said with some hesitation, "Benefactor, this ......"

"This is the salt introduction public card." Qianwan slightly twitched the corners of her lips, and her cold eyes fell on Dong Zhongfeng, "But I remember, the salt ban merchant in the river, how can you have this in the boat of Shuibu Village?" ”

My aunt and grandmother felt that something was wrong, the embankment of Shuibu Village had not collapsed yet, so why was the prefect in a hurry to close the village.

I didn't take these hundreds of lives seriously at all.

With that oppressive gaze, Dong Zhongfeng tightened his teeth and asked the villagers to go out first before they could tell the story.

"Presumably, the benefactor came to investigate the matter, and the villain told the truth."

"The benefactor expected it to be good, there are indeed a few salt pipes hidden in the river, which are privately owned, and the boats are moored at the water port on weekdays, but the salt is replaced with the illusion of nanmu, and then secretly transferred to other places......"

(End of chapter)