Tang Yuxin raised his head and looked at the big tree. The branches and leaves of the big tree were very thick. Even after such a big flood, the branches were still standing, and there was no intention of falling down.

It's because the leaves are very dense, so if she doesn't pay attention to the things that the second uncle put on the tree, she can't find them at all.

She looked around, and the people around her were tidying up these uninhabitable rooms, thinking about how to make do with them.

Soon after, the village head came and informed them door to door that people from the county would help them rebuild their homes. They could also get donations from all over the country, and the village could be rebuilt. As for now, we are all wronged for a few days. First, we should clean up what we can, and then we should clean up what we can. We should work together to overcome difficulties and meet difficulties.

The flood is merciless, but people are sentimental. The houses have become like this. Now they are powerless, but they can't do anything about it.

In the evening, the county sent a lot of tents. The flood receded quickly, and the ground dried quickly. In the evening, there was no mud left.

Each family has a tent. At night, it's very cold. The whole family is crowded in a tent, and the people who eat and drink Lhasa are also in it. The food is delivered with the tent, and the bread or steamed bread and water are all from the county. If you want to drink your own water, you can always find some pots.

Tang Zhinian and Tang Zhijun just asked for some water, then they got into the tent and never came out. Neither of them could sleep. It was half night. Only Tang Yuxin, who was still small, was sleeping with his father's clothes on his back.

Tang Zhinian put his hand on his daughter's hair. From time to time, he could hear his sigh.

At night, the wind here is also very cold, blowing the big tree outside, and the leaves on it are rattling from time to time.

Tang Yuxin suddenly sat up.

"What's the matter?" Tang Zhinian touched his daughter's face.

"We're not afraid. The flood has receded. We're safe. It's OK. We're not afraid."

"Dad, tree," Tang Yuxin pointed out.

"Well, what happened to the tree?" Tang Zhinian felt another military coat and wrapped his daughter in it. He also heard the wind blowing leaves outside.

No, it's just the leaves.

"Tree," Tang Yuxin still stretched out his little finger, "Dad, tree."

"I see," Tang Zhijun stood up and opened his tent.

"Brother, there are still some things that little Yu Xin saved for herself in the tree. I'll go and get them back for her."

Tang Zhinian was still at a loss about how to put things on the tree. After a while, Tang Zhijun dropped a lot of things from the tree. One by one, they were mentioned in the tent. There were candles in the tent, which was not too dark.

It's not too much to put a few big bags of things on the tree, because they are put up in different times. Today they put some and tomorrow they put a little. However, this time they take them down, it's more than half of the tents.

"Why so many things?" When Tang Zhinian saw half of the tent, he was a bit silly.

"I didn't expect so much?" Tang Zhijun scratched his head, but there were a lot of them.

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