Fang Huai watched as two elderly people did their utmost to soothe a child, feeling a bitter taste in his heart.
The arrival of the flood might not be the hardest time; when the waters receded, and they had to restore their belongings and calculate their living expenses, that might be their biggest challenge.
They left the village and returned to the main road.
It grew wider as they went on.
On the way to Dayi Town, they finally saw a large number of displaced people moving toward the town.
Dozens of people, in a long procession, with the young supporting the old and carrying the young, seemed to be all together.
"Slow down, proceed with caution!"
Cao Yi looked at the relentless pouring rain outside, turned his head to look at the firefighting vehicle already packed with people, and as the vehicle reached the front of the line, he picked up the two-way radio and said,
