Red Locust Great Wizard brought Xiao Xian back to the village, where villagers were evacuating down the mountain. Had it not been for Secretary Qian's incessant yelling, everyone would have thought it was all just a dream.
Granny Zhao, with her toothless gums bared red, muttered nonstop, "May the Bodhisattva bless us, surely we've offended the Dragon King."
The dam over on the mountain had collapsed, flooding water had surged down, backfilling into the village, submerging the rice fields completely. Several households at the entrance of the village were inundated up to waist-deep. Fortunately, San Gouzi and others exerted all their strength to transport the rice into the broadcast station, narrowly avoiding the disaster.
Secretary Qian lay on the cart, silent. He couldn't possibly confess before the townsfolk that the concrete used for the dam had been skimped on. And yet, Wang Chunhua's hen in her hand just wouldn't stop clucking, as if the racket wasn't loud enough already.
