Chapter 295 The flood is approaching, and we are united!
Initially, digging up the ridges did work, but as the rain intensified, huge raindrops hit the rice fields, causing ripples.

Members of every household stood at the four corners of the rice field. The adults scooped water with wooden spoons, children aged four or five poured water with gourd ladles, and the elderly sat on the edge of the field and scooped as much water as they could with their hands.

All the young and old in the village joined in the battle, taking shifts day and night to stay by the rice fields, trying to maintain the water balance in the fields.

Despite the heavy rains in recent days, the villagers' efforts have managed to control the water level in the rice fields and prevented the rice seedlings from being submerged. However, many rice seedlings still fell over under the attack of the rain.

The Dachen family's rice was the first to ear, and their rice fields were also the first to suffer from ear rot.

However, Chen Ping had no time to take care of all this, as such a natural disaster was beyond his ability.

What worried him even more was the marking line on the river bank.

As the rain intensified, the water level on the river rose faster and faster. It only rose half a foot yesterday, but has risen more than a foot today.

Chen Ping's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He wiped the rain off his face and looked at the turbulent and turbid river bank in despair.

The rain was getting heavier day by day, and the river level was getting higher day by day.

In another ten days, when the water surface is only one meter away from the shore, it will be the last moment for Jiangbian Village to escape.

Chen Ping closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he looked up at the gloomy sky angrily and shouted, "God, you are so unfair!"

Leaving the river and on the way home, Chen Ping saw many villagers working hard to drain water from the rice fields. The village kids also rolled up their sleeves and followed their elders. Although they were young, they also realized the seriousness of the matter. They bent down, stood up, poured out the turbid rain water, and then repeated the action.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ping quickened his pace. After returning home, he looked at Old Wang and Wang, whose belly was slightly bulging, with a serious face.

"My husband, what's going on?"

Wang used a dry cloth to wipe the rain off Chen Ping's face, her eyes full of concern.

Chen Ping took off his raincoat and shook his head silently.

"The rain will not stop. In a few days, the river water will burst the dam. Then, the entire riverside village will be submerged."

"Dad, wife, I will arrange for you to leave first tonight. It's too dangerous here."

"What about you, husband?"

When Wang heard this, her body trembled, and the old cloth in her hand was unconsciously clenched. She looked up at Chen Ping, her eyes full of questions.

Old Wang's wrinkled face was also staring at Chen Ping, but the traces of time could not conceal his anxiety.

The heroic scene of the villagers protecting the rice fields flashed before Chen Ping's eyes. How could he escape from Jiangbian Village alone?

"I'm not leaving. I'm not going anywhere!"

Wang saw through Chen Ping's silence. If he stayed, where could she go?
Chen Ping's gaze fell on Wang's slightly bulging belly, which carried their hopes.

They may not care, but how should they face the life that has not yet come?
Are you going to be swallowed up by the river mercilessly before you even see the fireworks of the world?
Chen Ping's heart was broken, his jaw was clenched, he held Wang's shoulders, stared at her, and said firmly: "My wife, for the sake of the child, run away, leave this village!"

Chen Ping's eyes were bloodshot and his voice was full of determination. Staying in Jiangbian Village would undoubtedly mean death. How could he not understand that?

Wang's eyes were filled with tears and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked at Chen Ping in despair.

"My husband, where can we escape to?"

"If the entire Daqin land is flooded by rain, no rice fields anywhere will survive. Even if we leave the river, we will just have to wait for death."

Old Wang sighed heavily and burst into tears after hearing the conversation between his daughter and son-in-law. God's will was so cruel that it was forcing them into a desperate situation!

Chen Ping hesitated to speak, Wang's words were like a heart-wrenching pain. Yes, after escaping from Jiangbian Village, where can they go?

Without a place to stay or food, leaving would only mean going to another place to face death. Seeing Wang's tears, Chen Ping's eyes also welled up with tears. Whether it was Old Wang, Wang, or the entire Jiangbian Village, he couldn't bear to let them die like this.

"Lady..."

"My husband...My husband, I have had a miserable life and have suffered a lot."

"Meeting my husband is the greatest fortune in my life. No matter where my husband is, I will be there. Even if I die, I will go to hell with my husband!"

Chen Ping hugged Wang tightly, and Wang hugged Chen Ping in return, listening to the firm heartbeat in his chest and expressing her determination sincerely.

Dark clouds rolled outside the window, low thunder was heard in the distance, and the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves became more rapid.

At this time, many villagers gathered outside Chen Ping's house. Their figures swayed in the rain, and the conversation inside the house also fell into their ears.

The village chief shook his head and sighed, wiping the moisture from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, unable to tell whether it was rain or tears.

The villagers stood behind him, also crying.

Wang’s words expressed their thoughts and revealed their predicament.

Heaven has no mercy on man, Heaven has no mercy on man!

The villagers were crying outside. Chen Ping listened to the increasingly loud sound of rain. The despair in his heart grew deeper. He closed his eyes and hugged Wang tightly.

In the following days, the rain did not decrease, and Chen Ping also noticed that there was always a gap between the rains.

But yesterday and this morning, the rain continued all night.
Chen Ping stood at the edge of the rice field all night long. Although he could not see anyone else in the dark night, he could always hear the incessant sound of splashing water.

Wang was like his solid backing, always fighting side by side with him on the front line.

The rain suddenly intensified, but there were still three full days before Chen Ping's expected escape date.

As the morning light broke, the villagers gathered around Chen Ping looked tired, and the children squinted their eyes and snuggled up to the adults.

Wang's lips were pale. Although she was strong, she seemed a little overwhelmed at the moment.

Chen Ping was just about to call Wang to go back and rest, but his eyes inadvertently swept into the distance, and his body instantly stiffened and trembled slightly.

The land outside the rice fields has been flooded! That is not the water from the rice fields, but the surging river water!
They stood on the edge of the rice field, the river water already up to their ankles, stretching out like a giant python.

Chen Ping's face was livid. He had not slept for several days and nights and his physical strength had long been exhausted. He had never expected that the disaster would come so suddenly.

The villagers in the rice fields noticed something was wrong. They looked solemn and all turned their eyes to Chen Ping.

"Mr. Chen."

The village chief walked out of the rice field, his calves covered in mud. His eyes were full of panic as he looked around at the spreading river.

"The flood is coming!"

Someone's scream was like a bolt from the blue, causing panic among the villagers.

"This is how to do ah!"

"Find more mud and rocks to reinforce the ridges and pile them higher so that the water won't rush in!"

"Quick, go dig some mud and find more stones!"

As the flood approached, the villagers did not think of escaping. Instead, they looked for mud and rocks to reinforce the ridges of the fields, vowing to protect the rice fields.

(End of this chapter)