When the Flood Comes: I Push the Evil Family Into the Abyss

A flood struck, and my brotherinlaw's family's house was swept away by the water.

My parentsinlaw moved in with us on the mountainside.

They occupied my room and took all the supplies I had stocked up.

The flood turned our place into an isolated island, and they ate all the food, eventually turning their evil intentions toward me.

I watched as a ghost while they slowly desecrated my body.

Reborn, I eagerly welcomed them into my home.

Because, I knew that with the flood would come a landslide.

They!

Would be neatly buried under the rocks, never to rise again.

Oh, and that husband of mine who was out there keeping a mistress!

"The heavy rain continues, and we expect this round of intense rainfall to last until early next month. Please make adequate preparations and stock up on food and drinking water."

The news played repeatedly on the TV, reminding me.

I was reborn on the day when the flash flood first hit.

The rain had been going on for half a month, and everyone was preparing to evacuate. However, a sudden flash flood isolated our entire village.

A minute later, there was a knock on the door.

I knew it was my parentsinlaw bringing their youngest son's family to seek refuge with me.

Their house was at the bottom of the hill, completely swept away by the flood.

My house, on the hillside, was still relatively safe.

In my previous life, I didn't think much and immediately let them in.

In the face of a natural disaster, I felt I couldn't say no.

But when they moved in, I realized just how vicious they were.

They took over all three rooms, and I was forced to sleep on the damp floor in the living room.

They turned over all the food I hoarded and ate and drank to their heart's content.

Within days, the food ran out. My brotherinlaw blamed me for not stocking enough food and slapped me to the ground.

Then, my sisterinlaw, suddenly looking at me with a sinister smile, said,

"She looks like she has a bit of meat on her. That should last us a while."

God knew how I felt floating in the air.

Luckily, the god took pity on me, and I came back.

Looking at the house full of people, I sneered.

Good, soon they would all be buried under those rocks, not one of them would escape.

The moment my sisterinlaw, Nina, walked in, she put the few pathetic things she had salvaged from the flood into my room, tossing my clothes onto the sofa.

"I'll take this room. The left one is for Mom and Dad, and the right one is for my son."

I looked pitifully at my motherinlaw.

"Mom, where will I sleep?"

She waved her calloused hand impatiently.

"You're just one person; isn't the floor enough for you? Why are you being so picky?"

In my last life, I resisted. After all, this was my house. Why should I not have a room?

I argued with them, only to be slapped by my motherinlaw.

"Useless thing, taking up such a big house. You've been married for years and haven't even laid an egg. What's the point of keeping you around?"

"Our family doesn't support freeloaders. If you're useless, give the house to Nina. At least she has given us a son for the Field family."

I felt incredibly wronged. It was clearly their son's fault.

I called my husband, who was far away and couldn't come home.

I thought he would comfort me and take my side, but instead, he scolded me coldly.

"You're the eldest daughterinlaw, and a daughterinlaw at that. Why are you arguing with them at a time like this? Take good care of them, or don't blame me for being harsh."

I didn't know it back then, but now I do—he was holding his mistress in his arms when he took my call.

Huh!

Alright, I would see to it that they all end up buried together.

Now, I warmly held Nina's hand.

"Sisterinlaw, my house is your house. Feel free to choose any room you like. I have no objections."

She crossed her arms, looking satisfied, and finally left content.

My motherinlaw stood on the balcony, crying her heart out as she watched her house being swept away by the floodwaters.

"My house! The house I just renovated last year!"

Nina wiped her tears while cursing at me.

"This is all your fault! Last year, we suggested building our house on the hillside like yours, but you insisted that the bottom of the hill was more convenient. I think you did it on purpose! Did you know a flood was coming?"

What nonsense! I was not a prophet.

Moreover, she was the one who said building a house on the hillside was inconvenient due to the climbing. And now she's blaming me? Crazy.

Nina continued.

"I don't care. From now on, this house is mine."

Hmph!

It was hers, of course it was hers. I wouldn't even fight her for it.

Because this place would soon become their grave.

I divided up all the food I had stocked and placed them in different spots around the house.

In my previous life, I had stored everything in one place, and they finished it all within days.

If they had been more mindful, we could have lasted until the floodwaters receded.

This time, I would have to ration the food and give it to them little by little to make it last for two weeks.

We must hold out until the landslide happens.

I stood in the backyard, looking at the slope behind the house. After days of torrential rain, some rocks had already started to show cracks.

I was very pleased.

Turning around, I went back inside to cook for the whole family.

I only made a pot of thin porridge. Nina came over and, seeing it, scolded me.

"Are you insane? With so many people, you just made a pot of porridge? How are we supposed to get full on that?"

I quickly added a bowl for her.

"We don't have much food. I didn't expect you all to come, so I didn't stockpile enough. We have no choice but to conserve until the rescue team arrives."

She was displeased but had no choice. No one could predict a natural disaster.

Each of the five had a bowl in hand.

My motherinlaw, Maya, said.

"Looks like this rain is going to continue for a few more days. Who knows when the floodwaters will recede."

My brotherinlaw, Thomas, tossed his bowl at me.

"Give me another bowl."

I hesitated.

"No, there's no more."

Before he could say anything, my motherinlaw slapped me.

"Useless woman! Why didn't you make more? What if my son goes hungry?"

Shaking, I handed over my own bowl.

"Mom, we really have no choice. There are so many of us, and the news said the rain will last at least another ten days. We must conserve."

Thomas grabbed my bowl and gulped it down, then smashed the bowl on the ground.

"You knew there would be a heavy rain; why didn't you stockpile more food? What wicked plan are you scheming?"

Huh!

I indeed have a wicked plan now, not a bit of good in me.

At night, after they each took a room to sleep, I quietly went to the yard to get the beef jerky I had hidden.

I took a bite—delicious!

My husband called again, asking if I had properly taken care of his family and saying he'd come back as soon as the flood receded to help out.

I chuckled while chewing on the beef jerky.

Of course, he'd have to come back. After all, he must die with his wicked family.

How else would he get hit by the falling rocks if he didn't come back?

Heh!

I looked at the calendar—June 8th. There are 6 days left until the landslide.

In these 6 days, no matter what, I have to keep them calm and pacified.

Nina threw a pile of dirty clothes at me.

"Hurry up and wash these clothes for me. In this damn weather, nothing dries."

She rummaged through all my clothes and picked out the pretty and expensive ones to take into her room.

"Wearing these clothes would be a waste on you. With your fat body, you can't pull them off."

I didn't care; I treated them as burial clothes for her.

I overheard them talking in their room.

My motherinlaw asked.

"Your house was washed away by the flood. How much will it cost to rebuild? It's such a misfortune."

Nina snorted.

"Rebuild for what? Isn't it nice living here?"

My fatherinlaw, rarely speaking up, said.

"This house belongs to your elder brother and sisterinlaw. Staying a few days is fine, but we can't stay long term."

But my motherinlaw was displeased.

"Ugh! They can't even lay an egg, yet they're holding on to such a big house. What a waste. I say we listen to Nina and just settle down here. What's there to be afraid of?"

They are indeed calculating. Why should they take the house I worked so hard to build with my money?

In my last life, I was furious and stormed in to argue with them, but they didn't feel guilty at all. Instead, they ganged up on me and beat me half to death.

Now, I was giving the house to them. After all, the house wasn't going anywhere; it might as well serve as their tomb.

That was not too bad—it wouldn't be wasted, at least.

Four days left until the landslide. The daily porridge diet was getting to Simon; he kept complaining, wanting to eat meat, KFC, and McDonald's.

Thomas, annoyed by his son's crying, began calling for help. But Nina quickly grabbed his phone and turned it off.

"Are you crazy? We're fine here, safe and with food. Why are you calling for rescue?"

Thomas explained.

"It's safe here for now, but the heavy rain will continue for several more days. I'm still worried."

Oh, wow, he was starting to get worried. I couldn't let him worry!

I quickly reassured them and, with a heavy heart, took out two packs of beef jerky to give to Simon.

His eyes lit up with excitement. I told him these were the last two packs and not to waste them.

Before I could finish, both packs were already in his stomach.

I saw Thomas and Nina swallow countless times.

"Don't worry, everyone. I have plenty of rice. As long as we don't waste it, we can last a month."

"There's no point in calling for rescue; they can't get in here anyway. And as you can see, with us being halfway up the hill, no matter how big the flood, it won't reach us here."

"Just stay put and wait until the flood recedes."

Thomas finally stopped trying to call for rescue.

But he ordered me.

"You can't sleep at night. Keep an eye on the water level from the balcony. If it rises, wake us up immediately."

I nodded obediently.

Every day, I only gave them one bowl of porridge each. They were all getting pale and thin from hunger.

To make themselves feel better, they sleep all day long.

That was perfect for me; I had plenty of time on the balcony to eat chocolate, beef jerky, biscuits, and bread.

It was heaven.

Finally, the porridge was no longer enough for them.

Thomas pushed me out of the house.

"Go to the back mountain and see if there are any vegetables we can eat. There should be some fruits left this season."

I deliberately acted scared.

"It's pouring rain and lightning. It's not safe to go up the mountain. Can I not go?"

My motherinlaw kicked me out of the door, threw me a raincoat, and quickly shut the door.

"If you don't find any food, watch how I deal with you, you useless hen. If I kill you, no one will even know."

I stifled a laugh as I walked out the door.

Walking along the mountain path, I could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

Just three more days, and this mountain would be leveled to the ground.

They were right; there were plenty of fruits here. I picked a few fresh peaches—deliciously sweet.

After eating my fill, I lingered by the mountainside for a long time, noticing several large rocks that had already started to crack.

Perfect. I smiled with satisfaction.

After eating my fill, I returned home emptyhanded.

They all stared intently at my empty hands. I spread them open—nothing.

Nina was about to hit me.

"You useless wretch! Can't even find a few fruits? Normally, this mountain is full of fruit trees."

Suppressing my laughter, I explained.

"Isn't it because of the heavy rain? Everything got washed away; there really wasn't a single fruit."

While they were feeling disappointed, suddenly, someone outside called out.

My heart skipped a beat—oh no, the rescue team had arrived.

Sure enough, I saw a few people in yellow uniforms standing outside the door asking.

"How many people are in the house? Would you like to come with us by boat now?"

The moment Thomas heard they could leave, he nodded eagerly.

"Yes, yes, we'll go with you right away."

No! We couldn't leave! If they left, they would survive!

I remembered what Nina said in my last life and quickly repeated it to stop Thomas.

"Think carefully. If you go with them, you'll either stay in a tent, cramped together in a damp little tent."

"Or stay in a hotel, and you know how much hotels cost these days—thousands per night. You're better off staying here with me. It's comfortable, and there's enough food. Anyway, this rain will stop in two or three days."

"Then, you can buy whatever you want to eat."

When they heard that hotels cost thousands per night, they immediately pulled back, and no one mentioned leaving again.

Nina poked Thomas on the forehead.

"Is your brain full of crap? We've got such a nice place to stay, and all you think about is going out and spending money."

"It'd be best to kick that woman out; then the house would be completely ours, and we wouldn't need to rebuild."

Just like the story of the farmer and the snake.

But I wasn't angry at all. Since I couldn't take the house with me, I might as well give it to them.

Let it be their tomb.

There were only a few hours left until the landslide.

I moved all the food I had hidden before to another place. I must ensure that after they were buried, I have enough supplies to last me a few days.

I found a raincoat and boots, packed a few of my best clothes, and secretly gathered all the gold and bankbooks, hiding them outside.

Apart from this empty shell of a house, I took everything valuable that I could.

Whatever I couldn't take, I left as their grave goods.

With everything prepared, I sat on the sofa, doing nothing.

Nina, her stomach growling, ordered me to cook.

But I looked at her with difficulty.

"There are too many people, and we've run out of rice."

When she heard there was no food left, she immediately lost it.

Together with Thomas, they pushed me out of the door.

"Hurry up and borrow some rice from the neighbors, or go to the mountains to find some wild vegetables to eat. Whatever you do, don't let us go hungry, or we'll kill you."

Half resisting, half complying, they pushed me out of my own home.

Standing not far away, I looked up at the hill behind the house.

With an excited heart, I silently counted the time.

3, 2, 1!

Boom.......