, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Yang Hualin knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
"I am a coward, I am greedy for life and afraid of death, wuwuwu..."
Yang Huazhong wanted to fight again, but was stopped by Yang Huaming and Sun next to him.
Everyone was advising Yang Huazhong and scolding Yang Hualin at the same time. The scene was chaotic.
"Dad, stop fighting. Even if you beat the second uncle to death, it won't change the facts."
A cold voice interrupted.
When everyone saw it, it was Yang Ruoqing.
After the initial shock and astonishment, her face returned to its usual calmness.
"Qing'er..."
Yang Huazhong murmured, looking at Yang Ruoqing with an expression of guilt that made him want to die.
"What should we do next?" he asked again.
Tang Yazi stayed in Yujia Village, which was like stepping into the Palace of Hell.
My daughter and Tang Yazi are getting married soon, and the two of them are so close that they were childhood sweethearts.
If something happens to Tang Yazi, my daughter...
The man didn't dare to think any more and looked at Yang Ruoqing blankly.
Everyone in the hall also looked at Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at the people in front of her lightly, then turned around.
She leaned over to pick up the medical book that fell on the ground, and gently patted the dust off it.
A voice that was as light as the wind, but extremely firm came over.
"I'm going to clean up and go to Yujia Village later."
…
Behind Changping Village, at the intersection leading to Yujia Village.
Yang Ruoqing carried a bundle roll on her shoulder, which contained clothes.
One hand was also carrying a bamboo basket. In the basket, there were herbs and basic medical books on top.
Her other arm was being held tightly by Mrs. Sun.
The woman had already burst into tears and her voice was hoarse.
"Qing'er, my dearest daughter, please listen to my mother's advice and don't go to Yujia Village..."
On the side, Yang Huazhong, Mrs. Sun, and Mrs. Sun were also trying to persuade her.
Yang Ruoqing looked at Mrs. Sun and squeezed out a smile.
"Mom, I've made up my mind, don't try to persuade me anymore," she said.
"Your daughter, I have a tough life, but I have received enlightenment from the Bodhisattva. Don't worry, I will be fine. The Bodhisattva gave me a dream and said he would protect me!" she added.
Sun's crying paused and she looked at Yang Ruoqing with tearful eyes.
Yang Ruoqing patted the back of her hand: "Mom, don't worry about me. I will come back safely in a while, and I will also bring Tang Yazi and second brother back!"
Mrs. Sun still held on to Yang Ruoqing's sleeve and wouldn't let go.
Finally, Yang Ruoqing was cruel, broke Sun's hand away with all her strength, turned around and left without looking back.
Sun Shi shouted from behind and wanted to give chase, but Yang Huazhong and Da Sun Shi grabbed him.
"Sister, just follow Qing'er, we can't stop what she has decided!" Mrs. Sun cried and advised Mrs. Sun.
"Tang Yazi is in Yujiacun, and she doesn't feel at ease at home!"
Everyone was at a loss and kept watching Yang Ruoqing's figure enter the boundary of Yujia Village, and then disappeared from sight again, and then they dragged their heavy steps back to Changping Village.
As soon as they arrived at the gate of the yard, a carriage came on the road, and the driver was Mu Zichuan.
Mu Zichuan immediately saw Mrs. Sun being supported by someone and wiping her tears as she walked.
He started suddenly and jumped out of the carriage.
"I just went to town, third aunt, why are you like this? What happened again?" he asked hurriedly.
Mrs. Sun was so sad that she had no strength to speak. It was Mrs. Sun who answered for her.
"Tang Yazi stayed in Yujia Village to take care of the few people sent by our village. Qing'er was worried about Tang Yazi and went there too..."
"ah?"
Muzichuan was shocked.
Da Sun continued: "We can't stop her. We just sent her out of the village. I'm afraid she's already in Yujia Village... Hey, Brother Zichuan, where are you going?"
Da Sun shouted, and everyone looked at him in surprise, only to see that Mu Zichuan had already run away like a gust of wind.
In the distance, his voice came: "I'm going to chase Qing'er back!"
Muzichuan still failed to catch up with Yang Ruoqing.
On the way back, I took a deep kick and a shallow kick, and my mind was in chaos.
He didn't know how he entered the Yang family's courtyard door, and he only carried him back with his feet.
"Zichuan, how are you? Have you caught up with my Qinger?"
Mrs. Sun has been waiting in the hall.
Mu Zichuan shook his head.
He is destined to be unable to catch up with her in this life.
I had only been away for more than an hour and went to the town to talk to the security chief about something.
Back in the village, this is what happened.
Yujia Village is a severely affected area. If Qing'er and Tang Yazi go in, they will definitely escape death.
Could it be that the last words he said to her and the last look he saw more than an hour ago would be the last time in this life?
Thinking of this, Mu Zichuan buried his head, holding his hair tightly with his fingers, and his shoulders trembled slightly.
When Sun saw Mu Zichuan like this, she burst into tears again.
"I should have thought of it a long time ago. I know Qing'er's temper..."
Sun was helped aside by Daan and Xiaohua, and Yang Huazhong came to Muzichuan's side.
The man raised his hand and patted Mu Zichuan on the shoulder, not knowing what to say.
The man understands Qing'er's thoughts about Tang Yazi.
The man can also understand Zichuan's thoughts about Qing'er.
Why!
The man shook his head and squatted aside. Not used to smoking cigarettes, he imitated Old Yangtou and stuffed the cigarette stick into his mouth...
Yujia Village.
This is not the first time Yang Ruoqing has entered Yujia Village. She has come here many times to find people, do business, or just pass by.
The Yujia Village in her impression was a small, but warm and peaceful mountain village at the foot of Mianniu Mountain.
There are about a hundred people in the village, about twenty or thirty households, all gathered together.
The back of the village is close to the majestic Mianniu Mountain, and in front of the village, a river passes by.
The road into the village is the old stone arch bridge over the river.
Once upon a time, during this season, the lotus flowers in the river in front of the village had grown lotus pods, the children were busy picking lotus pods, and the adults were busy farming.
One group is thriving.
But this time, the ruins were in ruins and the ground was a mess.
The doors and windows of every house are closed, there is no sound of chickens and dogs in the yard, and there is no more smoke coming out of the chimney.
Passing through the village is like passing through a mass grave.
There was a pungent smell everywhere, including the smell of medicine, wood ash, and some fishy smell and stench.
There are small sieves with fine mesh hanging on the doors of many houses.
Yang Ruoqing frowned. It was a custom in this area that if someone died in the next door neighbor's house, a sieve would be hung at the door of one's house to ward off evil spirits.
Along the way, I saw many sieves, which meant that many people died.
From time to time in some yards, there were sounds of crying, painful moans and groans...
That is the last struggle a person makes before dying.
Yang Ruoqing grabbed the baggage and basket in her hands, her face was as heavy as water, and she ran straight towards a small farmyard in the innermost part of the village.
Luo Fengtang and the others were temporarily settled in that courtyard.
As for the original owner of the yard, all four members of his family were infected with the plague and died.
The yard became an empty house without an owner, just used to house these infected people sent from other villages.
