Chapter 148: Disaster Relief

Yang Qing and Chen Hong returned home, washed up, and lay on the bed.

Chen Hong listened to the rumbling thunder of the heavy rain and said worriedly.

"Such heavy rain, won't it cause a flood disaster?"

"Please no, life had just gotten a bit better; if another big flood comes, who could survive?"

Yang Qing racked his brains searching his memory, but couldn't recall any information about today's flood; there probably wasn't a large-scale flood, right?

If a flood really happened, it would probably be only in the Jingcheng area.

In his previous life, he remembered that in 2023, the Jingcheng area experienced a tremendous rainstorm, causing massive flood damage, turning the Yongding River into a sea.

That is to say, Jingcheng could possibly suffer a flood disaster.

He recalled the great flood of 1963; this flood left a deep impression on ordinary people, so much that even in the new century, when people mention it, it remains vivid.

But now it's 1961, still two years away.

Yang Qing judged that no major disaster had occurred, so he comforted her.

"It shouldn't; only if it rains continuously for several days could it cause flooding."

"This bit of rain can't possibly form a flood; put your heart at ease."

"Sleep peacefully."

The following days.

Yang Qing's mouth seemed to have been blessed, and the rain never stopped.

At times heavy rain, at times moderate rain, at times light rain, intermittent, as if it would never cease.

The radio continuously broadcast news of disaster here and disaster there.

Jingcheng suffered inland flooding; many shops were washed away, and large quantities of goods and food were swept into the water.

Yang Qing participated in several rescue-material operations; at that time the water was waist-deep.

Most production activities could not proceed normally, and the people of the Siheyuan all became idle.

Chen Hong was extremely anxious, not knowing how the situation at home was.

Only after the rain stopped did Director Wang tell her that this flood disaster mainly concentrated around Jingcheng.

Only then did Chen Hong relax.

With no work, the Siheyuan people gathered the youngsters and sent them to disaster relief.

The remaining parents and elders stayed home, taking advantage of clear weather to repair their houses.

Yang Qing also followed the team to a village in the southwest.

The village had already been washed away.

Everywhere were people who had lost their homes, possessing nothing, crowded together.

Because Yang Qing and Sha Zhu knew a bit of cooking, they were assigned here to cook and distribute porridge.

Cooking in the big pot was simple: boil a pot of water, then take out the vegetables they brought, mix with rice and flour, make a paste, add salt, and pour it into the pot to simmer.

Directly simmered into a pot of porridge mixed with vegetables.

Wait until the meal is ready.

Sha Zhu held a spoon, stood before the pot, and shouted.

"Elders and children first, women follow, able-bodied youths line up at the back, promote good conduct."

At first it was fine; after all, the people doing the organizing were of high quality, they still had subdistrict backgrounds, had great authority, so the line gradually formed.

But there were always a few troublemakers everywhere; they still thought that in the village they could continue to throw their weight around.

Several slick, oily youngsters pushed aside the crowd in front and shouted.

"Make way, make way, line up, you know, line up."

Saying that, they squeezed to the front, and a group of elders and children were shoved this way and that.

Some children were frightened and cried nonstop; elders also fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

These are all people who survived from the rainwater; this continuous rain had already exhausted them.

Now fallen into the mud puddle, it was as if their last breath had dissipated, and they had no strength left to rise,

The bystanders dared to be angry but not speak out, showing these people were accustomed to arrogance and domineering behavior.

Upon seeing Sha Zhu and Yang Qing, they still sneered, gestured with chin and breath, and directed them.

Acting as if heaven were the eldest brother and they the second.

"Those serving food, hurry up, give me my meal, don't delay, or I'll beat you."

Sha Zhu and Yang Qing glanced at each other, both seeing the anger in the other's eyes.

Yang Qing then looked at the other five people; the others knew Yang Qing and Sha Zhu had made up their minds, and they nodded as well.

Jingcheng fellows, if they don't like something, they won't tolerate it; they'll fight, fearing no one.

Damn it, we came to relieve disaster, not to suffer abuse.

Sha Zhu saw that Yang Qing and the other subdistrict people had communicated well, his heart settled, and he gained confidence.

He lifted the spoon, pointing at those seven or eight youngsters.

"Get to the back of the line; I won't give my food to beasts."

The youngsters saw Sha Zhu not giving them face, still scolded him, and shouted angrily.

"Who are you cursing? Believe it or not, I'll kill you."

"If you don't give me food, I'll just take it."

Saying that, he reached out with his bowl to scoop from the pot.

Sha Zhu couldn't tolerate his temper; he raised the spoon and slapped it toward his face.

With a slap, Sha Zhu knocked out one of the other's teeth in an instant; the incident happened so suddenly the other didn't have time to react.

After a moment, when they realized what had happened, they rushed over in anger.

"You damn fool, dare to mess with our Liang San Ge, I'll beat you to death."

Yang Qing and the others had already prepared, rushed out to block them, refusing to let them ruin a good meal.

"Damn it, in front of me, you stick a big scallion in a dog's mouth—what're you trying to act like?"

"What the hell, how long has this nation been built, and where did this bully slip out from?"

"Kill these troublemakers."

……

During this time, Yang Qing had been training with Chen Hong, who also taught Yang Qing some techniques.

But Yang Qing prefers street fighting and Mad Dog Fist.

So he used the eye‑piercing technique on the charging attackers.

Yang Qing's two fingers thrust hard into the eyes of the oncoming men.

The previously swaggering thug, seeing Yang Qing's intent to kill him, panicked, instinctively raised his hands to block, and shut his eyes tightly.

"We just wanted to be fierce, why are you so deadly?"

The opponent, ignoring everything else, opened the empty gate; Yang Qing didn't hesitate and delivered a kick.

The Yin‑kick technique erupted, instantly stripping the opponent of combat ability.

"Aooo………"

He covered his crotch with both hands, lowered his head and waist, and rolled in front of Yang Qing.

He showed no hesitation at all, delivering a forceful kick to his face.

With a slap, the thug whose lower body had just been badly injured was kicked another two meters away.

He let out two miserable cries and passed out, completely losing his fighting power.

Now there is no charge of mutual assault or intentional injury.

Destroying a disaster‑relief site, getting killed is deserved.

Yang Qing dealt with one, while the others were still grappling with the Jiedao kids.

Ordinary people can't match these frequent fighters, so the kids were whimpering loudly.

Yang Qing approached a man who was fighting with great vigor.

"I let you be badass, I let you hit my Liang San Ge, see if I hit you—then it's over."

He fought with vigor, ignoring Yang Qing, which made Yang Qing uncomfortable.

"I'll put an end to your arrogance."

He lifted his leg and kicked.

Yang Qing's voice startled the opponent, who rolled aside on the spot.

He just saw his comrade who had been knocked out, ruined.

"Damn, you hit my Liang San Ge that hard, I'll kill you today."

Yang Qing ignored his threat, took a small paper bag from his pocket, squeezed it hard, and scattered its contents.

"Kill me? Let's see who kills whom?"

A puff of white smoke drifted over, covering his head, and the opponent coughed.

"Ah, despicable, you actually used lime."

Yang Qing spat.

"Dealing with you bunch of beasts, any method is justified."

Saying that, Yang Qing chased him, kicked him down, and gave him a series of kicks.

"To curb your arrogance."

"Aooo… stop hitting, I surrender, I admit defeat."

His eyes burned painfully, and after another barrage of kicks from Yang Qing, his whole body ached, feeling near death.

Yang Qing kicked again.

"Damn useless piece."

He then shouted at the person who had just been hit.

"He gave it to you, just don't kill him."

The youngster who had just been wronged immediately rushed over excitedly.

He kicked his leg and butt.

"I let you bully people, I let you hit me, I let you be arrogant."

"Aooo…"