Changping Village.
On a rainy night, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning seemed to weave a huge power grid, shrouding the sky over Changping Village.
In front of nature, human beings are as small and fragile as ants.
Tan told Yang Huamei the old stories for a long time, feeling that all the inventory he had accumulated for decades had been emptied.
She stopped, turned to look out the window, and murmured, but said firmly: "Based on my decades of experience, the storm tonight came out of nowhere. It is probably because some monster in the mountains has become a spirit and is trying to survive the disaster. "
"We will naturally find out tomorrow, Mei'er, it's getting late, let's go to bed quickly!"
But Yang Huamei listened very energetically and didn't feel sleepy at all.
I wanted to listen to a few more, but when I saw my mother yawning five times in a row and her eyelids drooping, Yang Huamei couldn't bear it, so she nodded and said yes.
The mother and daughter took turns to go to a hidden corner behind the bed with a curtain to untie their little hands and empty their bodies so that they could sleep. When Yang Huamei lay back on the bed, Mrs. Tan went to blow out the lights on the table, taking advantage of the flashes of light outside the room from time to time. The light of lightning returned to the bed.
"Mom, didn't you always sleep with a little light on in the past few days? Why did you blow it out tonight?" Yang Huamei asked puzzledly while lying on the bed.
Mrs. Tan rustled onto the bed and muttered: "Tonight is a special situation. The Thunder God and Lightning Girl are all going crazy. It's best that we don't have any lights and just sleep like this!"
Yang Huamei said "Oh" and asked no more questions.
Mother and daughter were sleeping facing each other, and soon Tan at the foot of the bed began to snore.
However, Yang Huamei was not sleepy as she listened to the sound of rain outside. Every time the thunder struck, her whole body tensed up. It felt as if something exploded on the roof, which was deafening and made people feel heartbroken.
Every ray of lightning struck down, and the night instantly became like day.
The wind was howling, the rain was pouring, and there was clearly a village clustered together in the violent storm, but she felt that her family was the only one left in the world. Inexplicable fear and uneasiness grew in her heart. She always felt that tonight was not peaceful, and there was a faint feeling. Something is going to happen...
The Yang Huazhong family at the entrance of the village was in chaos.
Because Yang Ruoqing had fetal movement and was about to give birth!
According to the expected date of delivery that the doctors had previously calculated for her, it should be at the end of October.
Although He Lian'er had made a meat pad for her before, the shock still caused her to move her fetus. Her amniotic fluid broke immediately and she was unable to stand up.
Yang Huazhong and Sun had never encountered such a thing in their lives. They were anxious and panicked at the moment, especially Sun, who almost fainted.
Yang Huazhong ran to Luo's house and called Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian. Xiao Duo and He Lian'er went to call Da Sun and Bao Suyun respectively.
At this time, Yang Ruoqing had already fainted from pain twice and was carried by everyone to the boudoir where she had been before getting married to prepare for the birth of the baby.
The eldest Sun and the others saw that Sun was so panicked that she couldn't even stand still. Not only was she unable to help in the 'delivery room', but it was also a hindrance, so they had to send her to the kitchen to boil hot water.
Even when she went to the kitchen to boil hot water, Mrs. Sun's whole body was completely blank. She was so worried that she almost burned down the kitchen.
As a last resort, He Lian'er also came to the kitchen to help boil water.
There were Wang Cuilian, Da Sunshi, Bao Suyun, and Xiaoduo in the delivery room.
Yang Huazhong, Luo Tiejiang, Xiao Jie's father, Lao Suntou and Lao Yangtou were waiting outside, and the elders had no idea.
You can't blame them for not having ideas. If Luo Fengtang was around, they would all be in high spirits at this time and be able to help make plans.
But Luo Fengtang, the one carrying the main task, was no longer there, and all of them seemed to have lost their role as assistants.
It's like two armies facing each other, with a general on each side PKing.
The victory or defeat of the general will have a great impact on the momentum of the subsequent battle.
In the end, it was Lao Yangtou who had experienced many things. He stayed calm in the face of danger and even made arrangements.
"Don't hold on, third brother, blacksmith, you two go and ask Fu Bo Wangsheng to come over."
"There is one more person who is going to pick up the Wen Po we agreed on in advance. Hurry! We'll be late and everyone will be asleep later!"
Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo received their errands and rushed out immediately.
It was time for supper, and the rain had stopped for a while, but as soon as they stepped out of the courtyard, the rain started pouring down, the wind picked up again, the thunder roared loudly, and lightning struck overhead.
The two looked at each other and wiped the rain off their faces. Blacksmith Luo patted Yang Huazhong on the shoulder: "Young man, give it a go!"
Yang Huazhong nodded, even if there was thunder and lightning, he had to overcome the fear in his heart to find a doctor for his daughter, find a stable mother, and save the lives of mother and son!
The two of them split up at the entrance of the village...
Uncle Fu, Wang Sheng, and Mrs. Wenpo A Shui were all taken over.
Mrs. Sun rushed out and shouted: "Come in quickly, come in quickly, Qing'er woke up, she asked us to get ready quickly, saying she wanted to give birth to the baby in one go!"
Yang Huazhong and the others outside heard that Yang Ruoqing had woken up and said these words to herself. They immediately cheered up and watched Uncle Fu, his son and Aunt A Shui enter the delivery room.
At this time, Mrs. Sun also came to the door of the house. Yang Huazhong stopped her from entering, fearing that her crying would affect her daughter's birth.
At this time, there were thunders in the sky one after another, and lightning struck the roof and the big trees in the yard. The yard was flickering in and out. When it was dark, you couldn't see your fingers, and you couldn't see anyone around you.
When it's bright, it's like daylight. When the lightning flashes, everyone's face is white, the kind of white without a trace of blood.
The strong wind and heavy rain came, and the clothes of everyone under the eaves were wet.
Yang Huazhong persuaded Old Yangtou and Old Suntou to wait in the front hall. He and Blacksmith Luo were guarding the door.
Mrs. Sun couldn't drive her away no matter what, and she couldn't be persuaded. She knelt in the corridor, facing the sky with her hands clasped together, and muttering something in her mouth, begging for God's blessing.
Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang were guarding the door with solemn expressions. They remained motionless, like two door gods.
Only the occasional turning of eyes and the tightly knitted brows revealed that these were two big living people!
The two would occasionally look into each other's eyes. Yang Huazhong lowered his voice and said to Blacksmith Luo in confusion: "That's strange, isn't it that Qing'er is awake? Why didn't I hear my daughter's cry except for their voices inside? Voice?"
Blacksmith Luo was also full of doubts.
Logically speaking, when a woman gives birth, shouldn't she scream as ferociously as a slaughtered pig?
Why are you silent? its not right!
Blacksmith Luo turned to look at Sun.
At this time, Mrs. Sun was already lying on the ground and began to kowtow to the lightning and thunder sky.
Blacksmith Luo frowned. It was good that Qing'er's mother didn't collapse. She couldn't be expected to go into the house to see what happened.
"Wait a little longer. Wangsheng and the others are all inside. Logically speaking... they should be fine!" Blacksmith Luo said.
Yang Huazhong could only comfort himself. There was no news, but maybe it was good news.
