No one can predict Heaven’s temperament.

Just after the rice seedlings were transplanted, a torrential rain began to pour.

The river surged back into the fields, almost drowning the newly planted seedlings.

The entire village, including Qin Yao’s family, was anxious for days because of this.

Every day before dawn, Qin Yao and Ah Wang would go to the fields to check, raise the field banks, and release the water that had accumulated overnight.

This time, the rain was heavy and unlike last year; the water’s flow was too rapid, the village children didn’t dare to try catching fish anymore.

Actually, their own rice paddies were fine, but Qin Yao was most worried about the other five acres of watermelon fields.

Yesterday, the watermelon seedlings that Mrs. Zhang and her daughters-in-law planted were buried under the mudslides from the mountains.

By the time they were discovered, it was too late to save them.

Of the three acres reserved for watermelons, only one and a half remain.

If the rain doesn’t stop soon, even this remaining acre and a half is vulnerable.

Qin Yao’s fields are near the river and flat, with no mountain mud, yet the abundant rain threatened to drown them.

Luckily, their house had a water channel built by Liu Dafu’s family earlier, keeping the drainage problem within control.

But other villagers were not so fortunate.

The whole family, young and old, mobilized, and when the ditches couldn’t handle the drainage, each took a wooden ladle, leaned over the bank, and scooped the water out of the fields.

By the time the rain stopped, they were so exhausted that they couldn’t even straighten their backs.

At the stationery factory, the final batch of Divine Power Book Boxes was due for delivery to the Prefecture by May.

The rain delayed them for days, making it impossible for all workers to be on-site, significantly slowing progress.

However, for the Book Boxes that needed delivery, Song Yu had already prepared in advance.

On the first day the rain stopped, Liu Bai led the convoy for an emergency departure.

The remaining people hurried to produce the stationery gift boxes ordered by Bai Shan.

Yun Niang lifted the oilcloth covering the timber; the wood was intact, only slightly damp on the surface, and would dry in half a day.

Those pressed underneath were still usable.

Yun Niang personally led the workers to move the selected materials to the timber processing workshop, and, receiving Song Yu’s new directive, began preparing to improve the new version of the book boxes.

Just as the carpenter’s square was lifted, a sudden cry came from outside: "A child fell into the water!"

The workers with children at home all felt their hearts tighten.

Yun Niang, thinking of her son, put down the tool and hurried out.

"Whose child fell into the river? Whose child?" Yun Niang ran to the riverbank, asking loudly, her voice trembling.

As a mother, she felt a strong sense of anxiety.

Someone answered, "It’s Chunyu!"

"What?!" Yun Niang felt as if she were struck by lightning; it really was her Chunyu!

Yun Niang felt her mind buzzing, her heart pounding, and all chaotic sounds around her disappeared as she instinctively rushed to the bank to find her child.

Just after the rain stopped, the river was turbid and fast, a few older children, aged eight or nine, along with a younger child of five or six, with fish baskets, tried to catch fish by the river.

No one expected that a sudden wave would sweep the youngest child into the river.

The older children were terrified, wanting to rescue but before they could even reach out, Chunyu was already gone in the muddy river. When they saw his head pop up, he was already ten meters downstream due to the rapid current.

The older kids panicked, but fortunately, Little Lai Fu knew to call the adults; seeing that the stationery factory was the closest, he ran in and shouted, "Someone fell in the water!"

At this moment, half of the factory workers came out, gathering by the riverbank unsure of what to do.

Yun Niang rushed to the front, saw her son caught by the waterweed, only his head visible, without thinking, she was about to jump into the river.

He and Mrs. Qiu exclaimed, "Good heavens," and quickly held Yun Niang back.

He scolded, "You can’t swim, jumping in is a death wish!"

Yun Niang didn’t listen, struggling and crying out, "Help! Someone help! Save him!"

With a "thud," a figure jumped into the river.

Someone on the bank exclaimed with joy, "Someone’s gone in, someone’s gone in..."

"Who, who went in?" Yun Niang asked anxiously.

"It looks like...Yue Niang?"

Mrs. Qiu’s heart skipped a beat, she can swim?

Everyone looked toward the river, not knowing when Yin Le had arrived; she brought the rope used to bind timber at the factory, wrapped it around her waist, tossed the end to Song Yu’s hand, and without hesitation, plunged into the turbid, fast-flowing river.

Just upon entering, the current carried her seven or eight meters out, rushing her from the bank toward the river’s center.

People on the bank couldn’t see her clearly; when they looked again, she had already drifted to the opposite bank, clutching onto waterweed, quickly moving towards the submerged Chunyu using the weed’s leverage.

Yin Le’s vision was blurry, her body reacting instinctively; she reached her left hand into the waterweed’s roots, felt a person, and her hand rapidly located an armpit, giving a strong yank, pulling Chunyu free from the waterweed.

Song Yu, seeing the child was in Yin Le’s grasp, shouted for people to pull the rope together.

With the effort of several strong men pulling, the large and small figures in the water were swiftly dragged to the riverbank.

Shunzi quickly jumped in, standing on the slippery mud, he received the child and passed him up, then turned to pull the floating Yin Le from the water.

In reality, the river wasn’t deep for an adult, just reaching the chest, but the turbidity combined with the current’s force made it impossible for Yin Le to stand or use her strength.

Shunzi was a bit doubtful, this didn’t seem like someone who could swim!

But this wasn’t the time to ponder, using all his might, he dragged Yin Le from the river.

On the riverbank, Yun Niang’s cries were heart-wrenching.

Yin Le coughed out several mouthfuls of river water, wiped the water from her eyes, and struggled to open them to see Chunyu, pale-faced and unconscious, lying on the ground. No matter how Yun Niang slapped his face or body, there was no response.

Upon hearing the news, Liu Huolang’s mother fainted on the spot seeing her grandson in such a state.

The workers hurriedly supported her, pinching her philtrum, slapping her face, fortunately waking her up in time.

Meanwhile, Yun Niang was in despair, and the spectators were at a loss.

It’s not that people didn’t want to help; they just didn’t dare to act.

How to save a drowning person, no one knew, and they could only hope the village barefoot doctor would arrive soon.

Just then, Qin Yao and Ah Wang arrived.

Seeing Chunyu lying there, Ah Wang and Qin Yao exchanged a glance and rushed forward, saying, "Let me do it."

At this moment, Yun Niang looked at him as if he were a life-saving straw, immediately stepping aside.

Ah Wang first checked the child’s neck pulse, then bent down to listen for a heartbeat, confirming signs of life.

No pulse was felt, but there was a faint heartbeat in the chest.

Ah Wang promptly pried open the child’s clenched teeth, checking if something was blocking his throat and preventing breathing.

Sure enough, there was quite a bit of waterweed inside.

Ah Wang cleared the obstruction, hurriedly turning the child over onto his knee, with one hand supporting his neck to keep the mouth open and the other pushing forcefully on his back.

The child on his knee suddenly jerked, spewing out a large mouthful of turbid river water.