Chapter 2163: Living Tenaciously

At dawn, that faint glimmer of dawn was like a shy girl, gently lifting the veil of the night, coming quietly.

At first, it was only looming, but as time passed, the faint light gradually became bright.

Finally, the first golden sunlight pierced through the clouds, like an invincible arrow, shooting straight at the vast and boundless land.

These rays of light seemed to have their own unique will and soul. They were full of vitality and extremely eager, shuttling between layers of clouds.

That impatient momentum was like a group of old friends who had been separated for a long time, unable to wait to sprinkle the light and warmth they brought to every inch of land and every corner of the world without reservation.

In an instant, countless brilliant rays of light, like a surging tide, quickly gathered into a magnificent and imposing huge picture scroll, and unfolded slowly in the sky with an overwhelming momentum.

This masterpiece woven by light instantly illuminated the whole world, making the world that was originally immersed in darkness suddenly become clear.

Those originally dim mountains began to reveal their majestic contours, and the winding mountains were like giant dragons that had been sleeping for a long time, slowly waking up under the gentle touch of the sun.

Wherever the sunlight reached, everything became clearly visible, but the peace and beauty of the past were gone. The Lingchuan River, which had always been calm and gentle, like a mirror, changed its usual silence and had become muddy, as if countless invisible hands were frantically stirring the silt that had been deposited for a long time at the bottom of the river.

The water flow was unusually rapid and fierce, wave after wave, blending and gathering into surging, unstoppable huge torrents.

Looking from afar, the muddy and churning river water looked like a giant dragon that had been angered, opening its bloody mouth that was enough to swallow the sky and the earth, revealing sharp fangs that made people shudder.

Waving its sharp dragon claws, carrying a thunderous roar, it rushed forward with the momentum of a thunderbolt, destroying and swallowing everything it encountered along the way.

The village that used to have smoke from cooking in the morning had now turned into a vast expanse of water, and the vast and boundless fields that used to be green were no longer full of vitality, replaced by endless muddy floods, completely submerging them.

Just less than two kilometers away from this devastated village, there was a small hillside.

In the past, this was a lush peanut field, with green leaves swaying in the wind, emitting bursts of fragrance.

But at this time, the lush scene was no longer there, and it had been replaced by dense, two thousand tents.

Last night, the villagers left their homes in a hurry, carrying only a few pieces of clothing and daily cooking utensils.

And at this moment, on this land threatened by the flood, scenes that made people feel sad were still being staged.

In front of and behind every tent, various items that the villagers had hurriedly brought out of their homes were piled up messily, looking very disorganized.

Some villagers even used the simple materials at hand in the open space to piece together chicken coops one by one, hoping to retain even a trace of life.

An old man over seventy years old, whose face was covered with the ravines of time, stood quietly on the hillside, his eyes full of vicissitudes, looking at the direction where his once warm home had disappeared, and tears were flickering in his eye sockets.

At this moment, reporters from various media in Jiangzhou were busy shuttling through every corner, conducting interviews. A reporter from the Yugong Group TV station inadvertently looked up, and his gaze happened to fall on the old man standing alone.

The old man's lonely figure and heartbreaking expression made the reporter couldn't help but come to the old man's side and comfort him softly.

"Grandpa, don't be too sad, the flood will pass. The leaders of our city and county are also very concerned about everyone, and they will definitely do their best to help everyone rebuild their homes."

The old man took a deep breath, raised his calloused hand tremblingly, and wiped his weather-beaten face hard.

Then, he said with a slightly choked voice: "The power suddenly went out last night, and it was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see anything.

I could only grope in the dark based on my feelings, and get out the things that could still be moved. But the more than 800 catties of grain in the house were all swallowed by the flood... I really feel heartache!"

After saying that, the old man's slightly trembling lips were tightly pursed, as if he wanted to endure the endless grief in his heart.

The reporter was silent for a moment and comforted: "As long as people are alive, it's fine. If the grain is gone, there is still the country, and it will definitely not let everyone go hungry."

Not far away, a middle-aged man was also quietly looking at the direction of the village, his gaze passing through the vast flood, and vaguely, he seemed to be able to see a bright red corner exposed on the muddy water surface, which was his roof!

It was a new house built with hard work last year, prepared for his son to marry a wife, but now the house was submerged by the flood, and only a corner of the roof could be vaguely seen.

Also, because he had to take care of his elderly parents, he had almost no time to move the items in the house, and even the twenty-odd catties of soybean oil that had just been squeezed had not been taken in time.

Just at this time, a reporter from the City Daily came to the middle-aged man's side and asked softly: "Brother, what is your surname?"

"My surname is Wang."

The middle-aged man didn't turn his head, his gaze was always firmly locked in the direction of the village, and he answered in a murmur.

"My ancestors have lived on this land for generations, guarding this Lingchuan River to live. In my impression, things like the Lingchuan River rising and upstream flood release have happened more than once or twice, but every time they could pass through smoothly and safely. But who would have thought, how could it become like this this time, the home is gone..."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man's lips trembled involuntarily, and his eye sockets were instantly filled with tears, and then they rolled down his cheeks like a breaching flood.

His low and hoarse voice seemed to be swallowed by endless sadness, becoming smaller and smaller, and finally only a heartbreaking murmur remained: "The home is gone, the home is gone..."

As time passed, there were more and more villagers standing on the hillside and in front of the tents, looking at their former homes, full of helplessness and reluctance.

But at this difficult moment, they also showed tenacious vitality, using simple conditions to try their best to maintain the continuation of life.

"Secretary Chen of the Municipal Party Committee is here." Someone shouted: "And Chairman Zhou of Yugong Group." ===== CHAPTER 2164 =====