Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

Chapter 626: Chapter 619: What Sisi Has to Do

The Jin Family’s Third Son, this big potato, cannot be touched, but these little potatoes below him are bound to be addressed. The first in line was that timid Deputy Mayor, sentenced to death because he had too many lives on his conscience. Shooting him was the only way to appease the public’s anger!

In Sisi’s view, that Deputy Mayor ended up being not worth it at all because they didn’t use a single cent of the embezzled money. It was all wrapped up in plastic bags and hidden at home!

A total of 300,000!

According to the Deputy Mayor’s wife, they planned to retire and then use the 300,000 yuan to build a European-style villa in their hometown and buy a car to lead a middle-class life abroad.

But they never got to experience the middle-class life; one was about to go to live with King Yanluo, and the other would experience the joys of prison life!

Neither of them gained anything; the only pity was for the old and young left at home!

So, if you’re going to be a corrupt official, you better choose a good birth!

Without a powerful father to shield you, it’s better to honestly be a clean official!

With the human disaster addressed, Tian Xinhua had to quickly handle the post-disaster reconstruction. This flood caused significant economic damage to F City. Fortunately, when she gave timely orders, the majority of the city’s factories relocated their equipment, and only a small portion was affected; otherwise, the loss would have been even greater.

As soon as F City’s phone lines were restored, she called home to assure them of her safety, unaware of how worried her family was after watching the news on TV!

Sure enough, these days, the Old Man and the others had been on edge. Hearing from Sisi finally allowed them to relax, but they still urged her to hurry back to the Capital City and not to stay in F City with Du Du. Even though the flood had receded, what if another typhoon came?

Sisi politely declined, saying she couldn’t return yet because she had very important things to do.

The highest death toll from this flood was in rural areas, especially in those mountainous regions, where many villages were washed away by flash floods in the middle of the night, with none surviving.

The landslides caused by the flash floods were also the main reason for the casualties in F City and, as she understood, throughout the entire G Province.

Many people didn’t die from the flood itself but from the sudden flash floods.

In the past, during floods, flash floods occurred, but never as much as this time, nor as terrifying. According to some villagers who survived the flash floods, they described the torrents as roaring water dragons, fatal to anyone who encountered them.

They managed to escape either because they lived at the village entrance, far from the torrents, or they reacted quickly, running out without taking anything, thus saving their lives. These people still shuddered when talking about the flash floods, shedding tears when thinking of their loved ones and fellow villagers lost to the waters.

Sisi’s task was to photograph the flash flood sites in the villages. She wanted to exhibit these photos nationwide, urging people not to cut down trees and destroy the landscape, and calling everyone to action to protect those lovely trees, planting one for every one cut down.

Sisi wasn’t sure of any effective solutions herself, so she could only present those slogans proven to be feasible through practice in her past life.

Besides, she saw trees as the Earth’s sweepers, and planting more trees would undeniably benefit the planet!

Sisi called Zhang Jie to arrange the preliminary preparations for the exhibition in the Capital City, so they could start the tour as soon as she returned.

What Sisi hadn’t expected was Shangguan’s arrival. She came alone with a backpack, saying she was bored at home and planned to go photographing with Sisi.

Moved, Sisi gave her friend a hug. In this lifetime, she was truly fortunate—with a loving family, a supportive husband, a lovely son, and friends she could entrust her back to, how lucky she was!

She sent Du Du to Zhong Anmei since the little guy was eager to play with Tie Dan all day long. This time he would get his wish.

Even more surprising to Sisi was Mr. Moliu, who had rushed over from Hong Kong. Before F City’s flood, Qiao Zhenbang and Li Junji had returned to Hong Kong after settling the factory arrangements, not expecting the severity of the disaster. Watching the surging floodwaters on TV, they felt secretly fortunate.

However, they also remembered Sisi was still in F City, and couldn’t help feeling worried for her, though not too much. In their view, with Sisi’s incredible skills and Tian Xinhua as F City’s leader, there shouldn’t be any problems.

Nevertheless, Mu Xiulan and Mr. Moliu remained worried. Even after seeing that the flood had receded on TV, their concerns persisted. So Mr. Moliu decided to head to F City personally; he couldn’t rest easy without seeing Sisi himself.

Thus, Shangguan and Mr. Moliu, this harmonious couple, reunited in the Jianghu after many years!

But Shangguan was still that fierce queen top, while Mr. Moliu was no longer that naive little bottom.

Ten years of social experience had matured Mr. Moliu; he no longer blushed at the slightest things.

Shangguan teased Mr. Moliu a few times, and when she didn’t get the expected reaction, she pouted in disappointment and slapped the back of his head, irritably saying, "You slick bastard!"

Mr. Moliu looked aggrievedly at Shangguan, a hint of his former charm showing through his puzzled expression!

Sisi couldn’t help but laugh, pulling Shangguan’s hand away when she tried teasing him again. She didn’t know why Shangguan liked bullying Ah Liu!

Upon learning that Sisi had founded Green Home, Mr. Moliu complained that she hadn’t told him sooner—he wanted to join in too!

"It’s all volunteer work here, no salary," Sisi said with a playful smile.

"No need for a salary, as long as I can work with Sisi." Mr. Moliu smiled back, what need was there for money when working with her!

So, with just a few words, Sisi recruited a famous artist—Mr. Moliu—for Green Home.

In these twenty-odd days, the three of them drove around the worst-hit areas in G Province, cameras on their shoulders, taking countless photos.

There were traces of villages swept away by flash floods, barren hillsides, mountains scarred and riddled with holes, bodies recovered, grieving victims, and survivors looking forlorn.....

Seeing the pitiable victims, Sisi felt both frustrated by their lack of fight and empathetic to their misfortune. The victims were both the destroyers and sufferers of the damaged landscape.

Sisi sometimes asked them why they cut down all the trees in the mountains. Didn’t they know deforestation could cause torrents?

Their answers were: they knew, but since everyone was cutting trees for money, if they didn’t, wouldn’t they be at a huge loss? Besides, flash floods didn’t always happen—maybe they wouldn’t occur at all!

With such lucky thinking, they cut, and cut, and everyone cut, and the lush forests were destroyed by those cold axes.

Perhaps these victims who lost their loved ones would have a painful revelation? Although such realization came at the cost of so many lives.