Red Locust Great Wizard brought Xiao Xian back to the village, where the villagers were evacuating down the mountain. Had it not been for Secretary Qian's incessant shouting, everyone would have thought it was all just a dream.
Granny Zhao, with her toothless gums bare, kept muttering nonstop, "May the Bodhisattva bless us, we must have provoked the Dragon King."
The dam on the mountain had collapsed, water flooded down, pouring into the village and submerging the rice fields. Many homes near the entrance of the village were drowned to waist-deep levels, but thankfully, San Gouzi and the others exerted all their strength to transport all the rice into the broadcasting station, narrowly avoiding the disaster.
Secretary Qian lay on the wheelbarrow, silent as well. He couldn't possibly admit in front of the villagers that the cement used in the dam had been shoddy. Meanwhile, Wang Chunhua's hen in her hand kept clucking nonstop, as if the clamor wasn't already enough.
