"Ying'er, go down quickly." Mr. Du took the time to shout to Du Meiying, and then turned around and continued to direct the blockade of water.

Du Meiying was so scared that she didn't realize that she was not holding her father's hand, but was tightly held in her hand by Yang Tianfeng.

Holding Du Meiying with one hand and supporting Old Mrs. Yang with the other hand, Yang Tianfeng went down the wet earth steps to the yard. The water had reached his ankles. The three of them walked over the water for more than ten meters, climbed the stone steps, and entered the long covered bridge before breathing a sigh of relief.

Old Mrs. Yang looked at the busy people on the wall, sighed softly, patted Yang Tianfeng's hand, and said, "Let go, I can still walk."

Yang Tianfeng let out a long breath and sighed: "The power of nature is so terrifying, it is really irresistible."

Old Mrs. Yang looked up and down at her son, and a strange smile appeared on her face. Yang Tianfeng then realized that his and Du Meiying's posture was something wrong. He just held his hand and when he was down the wall, Du Meiying's feet slipped. He stretched out his hand and helped him, but now he was actually hugging someone's slender waist.

Let go quickly, don't be able to explain it clearly. Yang Tianfeng just made the move, and Du Meiying had already realized something was wrong. Just now, she focused on her father's place on the wall and the muddy yellow water soup under her feet. Now she realized that someone had taken advantage of it. The girl twisted her body and pushed Yang Tianfeng in shame, but it seemed like she was pushing it to the wall. Her feet were slippery, causing her to almost fall, so she fell into Yang Tianfeng's hand again.

After helping Du Meiying, Yang Tianfeng quickly took a step back, smiled apologetically, bowed his hand, and turned around and left.

"No, not bad." Old Mrs. Yang looked up and down at Du Meiying and nodded with a smile. The two of them stood together just now, one was dressed in green and red jackets, and the other was wearing military uniforms. They were also in a suitable size. They were really a perfect match, quite a perfect match!

Du Meiying was confused, pouted and turned her eyes to the busy crowd on the wall, looking for her father's figure. But her heart was thumping, like a little rabbit, and it took a long time to calm down...

The sun was lazily hanging in the sky at noon. After more than 200 people fought for half a day, a half-person-high earth dam was built on the wall. After the flood peak, the water was slightly stable, and people finally blocked the flood outside the garden. But the water in the garden was already knee-high and it was impossible to live in.

"Mom, this garden has been preserved. Let's go to the bridge first!" Yang Tianfeng advised again.

Old Mrs. Yang looked around and everyone was like mud monkeys, so tired that she could hardly stand up. She nodded gently, told Butler Han to leave some servants to take care of her, and asked Yang Tianfeng to leave a few boats. She then walked up the wall and boarded the boat.

More than a dozen ships spread their sails and broke through the wind and waves toward the Huhugang. Old Mrs. Yang stood at the stern of the boat and looked back at Yangjiayuanzi. Two tears couldn't help but fall. In the vast water, Yangjiayuanzi was soaked in the water, like a large wooden basin floating, and there was danger of overturning at any time.

From time to time, human corpses floated by the boat, some holding a rafter, and some with bellows tied to their backs. There were even more corpses of livestock, such as cows, pigs, dogs, chickens, and everything.

Old Mrs. Yang sighed and said, "Son, let's do some good deeds and accumulate some evil deeds. Send someone to salvage the dead and let them be buried in peace!"

Yang Tianfeng nodded and said, "Mom, my son has been arranged, all the unused boats are dispatched to save people, and all the rafts are intercepted in the Xiaomazhuang area. Not only do the deceased have to be buried in the soil, but if these drowned livestock have no rotten materials, they must be fished up and cleaned. There are also haystacks, wood, boxes, furniture and other items, not for making money, but for the future, these things will be useful!"

Old Mrs. Yang nodded with relief and said, "Good boy, I think carefully, I feel relieved." After that, she turned around and wanted to enter the cabin, but stopped again, and turned around and said to Du Meiying kindly, "Girl, sit in the cabin with me. If you have seen too many of these things outside, you will have nightmares at night."

Du Meiying was indeed very scared and was trying to avoid looking at the water by her father. Hearing this, she hesitated for a moment, and when Mr. Du urged him again, she followed Mrs. Yang into the cabin.

When Mr. Du saw Yang Tianfeng bringing a chair, he nodded slightly and said, "You are quite eye-catching. It is a good idea to intercept it in Xiaomazhuang. I didn't expect you to remember everything I said casually."

"Remember what is useful, and forget what you scold me." Yang Tianfeng held the chair and stood behind Mr. Du, looking at the vast white ocean, sighed: "I wonder when this water will be able to retreat?"

"Three, two months!" Mr. Du frowned and shook his head constantly, "It's so difficult. Even if the water recedes, the ground will not grow crops. Next year's flood season will be another worry."

There is no smoke rising from the cooking stove for a hundred miles, only the yellow sand pounces on the empty city, the pathless grass is without a trace, and the reeds and toads are roaring in the marsh country. This is a vivid portrayal of the yellow flood area.

Where the Yellow River flows through, it has the characteristics of "tight sand and slow siltation". If it is not properly managed or has been over a long time, the deposited yellow sand from the Loess Plateau will attenuate the most fertile plains and lowlands in central Henan to the easternmost desert in China.

Although Yang Tianfeng also thought about this question, he was far less touched than when he saw a vast ocean now. He was so busy that he thought about it, and suddenly he thought about how similar Lankao governance is to the Yellow River Flood Control. Can’t we learn from it?…

A small boat was flying on the water, and the tiger stood on the bow, looking around, shaking its head from time to time and sighing.

The third young lady ran away, which was a great dereliction of duty for Hu Zi. The young master just didn't come back overnight and such a thing happened, which put him on a great psychological burden.

Although Yang Tianfeng sent someone back and said he didn't have to find him, he couldn't rest. He used to be afraid that the people sent out would be washed away by the flood, but now that the flood had subsided, he couldn't sit still. With the intention of atonement for merit, he even took a boat to take charge of one direction of search.

"Master Hu, we are not close to coming out. Do you want to go forward?" The boatman asked while rowing forward vigorously.

"Oh!" Hu Zi's eyes were sore, but he still found nothing. He couldn't help but squatted down in depression and said helplessly: "Let's go back, what if the young master asks me for something, wouldn't it be delayed again?"

The boatman responded and turned the bow of the boat, but heard a "bang" sound, and the boat hit something.
Chapter completed!