Chapter 135 Flood

In the twenty-first year of Kangxi, there was a great drought in Shandong. From spring to summer, there was no grass on the red ground.

On June 13th, there was a light rain, and there was a millet. On the 18th, the heavy rain was enough, and it was a bean.

One day, an old man in Shimenzhuang saw two cows fighting on the mountain in the evening, and the villagers said, "The water is coming!" After saying that, I moved with my family.

The villagers laughed together.

Nothing, the rainstorm is like a note, staying up all night; the water on the flat ground is several feet deep, and there are no houses.

A farmer abandoned his two children, helped his mother with his wife, and fled to the high slope.

Looking down at the village, it is already the country of Ze, and there is no time to care about the young son.

When the water fell home, all the villages were destroyed.

From the beginning, there is only one room left, and the two sit at the head of the bed, laughing sound.

Everyone says that couples usually do good deeds, and good deeds will be rewarded.

This is June 22nd.

In the 24th year of Kangxi, the Pingyang earthquake, seven out of ten people died.

The city has become ruins; if there is only one house left, there is also a filial son.

In the vast disaster, only the filial son's family is sound. Who says that heaven is indiscriminate?