Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1220 A touch of loss (three more)

"Dayun, don't cry, for the sake of you and the children, I won't go home."

In the crowd, Daniu was there wiping the tears on Dayun's face.

"You have to believe that your man is fine, look, I'm as strong as a cow!"

"You are waiting for me at home!"

……

In this way, both teams went to the downwind of the village, and stayed in a house some distance from the village.

Yang Ruoqing and Cao Bamei sent them there.

Luo Fengtang said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, leave the matter here to me, and I will pay close attention to everyone's situation."

Yang Ruoqing looked up at Luo Fengtang.

As one of the quarantined personnel, he is very optimistic.

"Aren't you afraid? What if you..."

She didn't dare to say the latter words.

Luo Fengtang grinned and shook his head.

"Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, there is nothing to be afraid of!" He said.

"Uh……"

With so many words of comfort and enlightenment brewing in her heart along the way, she is now speechless.

"Just be optimistic!" She looked up at him, with a sunny smile on her lips.

"You stay here for a few days, and I will continue to develop the prescription!" she said.

He nodded, raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Go back!"

Then, the tall figure entered the yard.

Yang Ruoqing turned around, not looking at his disappearing figure.

Not far behind, Old Yangtou, Yang Hua'an, Yang Huazhong, and the weeping Liu family were sending Yang Huaming and Yang Yongjin over.

Yang Huaming acted indifferent, and comforted Old Yang and Mrs. Liu in return.

Yang Yongjin walked in the line silently, his eyes looking for that familiar and petite figure in the crowd.

I looked around, but couldn't find it.

A hint of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

With his head drooping, he followed Yang Huaming into the yard.

Still couldn't help turning his head again, but still couldn't see the figure.

Yang Yongjin sighed, with a self-deprecating wry smile on his face.

It's fine if she doesn't come to see her off, if I really can't go back, it won't drag her down.

Yang Yongjin followed Yang Huaming into the house, and the door closed behind him.

Outside the yard, the relatives who were seeing them off did not dare to stay longer, they sighed and comforted each other, and hurried back to the village.

It wasn't until the people seeing off outside the yard had almost left that a short, thin figure stood out from behind a big tree not far away.

The girl stared straight ahead at the lonely yard with closed doors, and her tears rolled down like beads with broken strings.

"Since you can't let it go, why didn't you come out and say goodbye to my second brother just now? It made him keep looking back for you!"

A slightly reproachful voice sounded from behind, Bamei Cao was startled and turned around quickly.

It was Yang Ruoqing, standing behind her with her hands behind her back.

"Qing'er..."

As soon as Bamei Cao uttered her voice, tears fell down again.

Seeing her like this, Yang Ruoqing's trace of reproach was gone.

She came over and handed her a clean veil.

"I really don't understand you. Your eyes are swollen from crying. You clearly miss my second brother. Why didn't you show up just now?"

"If you don't come out like this, my second brother will definitely think too much, and he won't feel at ease inside."

Yang Ruoqing said again.

Bamei Cao lowered her eyelids and said in a low voice: "I dare not come out, I am afraid that I will faint from crying, which will make him even more worried."

"what?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

Thinking about this sentence, I feel, it seems, there seems to be a little truth in it.

"Okay, don't cry, you can't solve the problem even if you cry dry."

Yang Ruoqing walked over, grabbed Bamei Cao's shoulders and walked towards the village.

Cao Bamei asked Yang Ruoqing sobably: "Qing'er, you think...they should be fine, right? Yongjin, Yongjin will come home in a few days, right?"

Yang Ruoqing was silent for a while.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing's expression, Bamei Cao panicked even more, seeing that the tears that had been so hard to stop were about to roll down again.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I'm not a god, it's impossible for me to control everything."

"However, I won't accept my fate."

"Don't cry, don't panic, go back and help me, thinking about this good medicine to cure the plague is what we should go all out to do now!" she said.

Bamei Cao nodded vigorously.

Wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Okay, I won't cry, I will help you!"

……

For the next two days, every village was under martial law.

The big guys are not allowed to come in and out at will, and they all stay in their own villages, their own homes.

Every day, Yang Ruoqing would prepare a lot of disinfectant for Lizheng, Yang Huazhong and the others to distribute to the villagers.

Distributed to every family, every household.

Strictly implement the disinfection strategy she formulated, wear masks and gloves, pay attention to food hygiene, and resolutely refrain from drinking raw or cold water.

Try not to crowd together, don't panic, everyone comes step by step and maintain a good attitude.

She delivered the food and drink for the two construction teams in the isolated courtyard outside the village every day.

By the way, ask Luo Fengtang about the situation of the members of the construction team.

Back home in the afternoon, Mu Zichuan and Lizheng came over, waiting for her to come back with food to exchange information.

"How's the construction team doing? Is there anything wrong?" Mu Zichuan asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "According to Tang Yazi, from the current point of view, everyone's mental state and physical state are still normal."

"No one has symptoms such as malaise or fever."

Hearing this, both Mu Zichuan and Li Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then observe for another two days. If the situation is still the same after two days, you can let them go back to the village." Mu Zichuan said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and asked him about the situation in the village.

Mu Zichuan said: "Qing'er, your disinfection strategy seems to be very effective. Since Mrs. Jinhua a few days ago, no one in our village has any abnormalities."

"However, Yujiacun and Zhengjiacun are not optimistic."

"What's the situation in Yujia Village and Zhengjia Village?" Yang Ruoqing asked quickly.

Mu Zichuan said: "Yujia Village is a small village with less than 100 people. Now the number of infected people may have reached 40, and the number is still rising."

"Among the 40 people, within a few days, fifteen or sixteen people died one after another due to lack of treatment."

Yang Ruoqing took a deep breath.

Mu Zichuan continued: "As for Zhengjia Village, which is adjacent to Yujia Village, when our construction team withdrew, no one was infected."

"There is now a family of five, all infected, and other people in the village are also at risk!"

After hearing these messages from Mu Zichuan, Yang Ruoqing felt as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on her head, and a lump of ice was hugging her chest.

From the inside to the outside, cool it down.

"If it continues to spread like this, Yujiacun and Zhengjiacun may not be able to keep it." She murmured.

(End of this chapter)