Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1225 Can't catch up in a lifetime (three more)

Yang Hualin knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.

"I'm a coward, I'm greedy for life and afraid of death, woo woo woo..."

Yang Huazhong wanted to fight again, but was stopped by Yang Huaming and Sun Shi who were beside him.

Everyone persuaded Yang Huazhong and scolded Yang Hualin at the same time, the scene was chaotic.

"Father, stop beating, even if you beat Erbo to death now, it won't change the fact."

A cold voice cut in.

Everyone saw that it was Yang Ruoqing.

After the initial shock and astonishment, her face regained its usual indifference.

"Qing'er..."

Yang Huazhong muttered, looking at Yang Ruoqing with a guilty expression so guilty that he wanted to die.

"What do we do next?" he asked again.

Tang Yazi staying in Yujia Village is equivalent to stepping into the Palace of the King of Hell.

My daughter and Tang Yazi are getting married soon, and the two are so close, they came together as childhood sweethearts.

If anything goes wrong with Tang Yazi, my daughter...

The man didn't dare to think any further, and stared at Yang Ruoqing in a daze.

Everyone in the main room also looked at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the people in front of her indifferently, then turned around.

She leaned over to pick up the medical book that had fallen on the ground, and gently patted off the dust on it.

It was as light as the wind, but an unusually firm voice came over.

"I'll go clean up and go to Yujia Village later."

……

Behind Changping Village, at the intersection leading to Yujia Village.

Yang Ruoqing was carrying a bundle on her shoulder, which contained clothes.

In one hand, he held a bamboo basket containing herbs and basic medical books on it.

Her other arm was being hugged tightly by Mrs. Sun.

The woman had already cried so much that her voice was hoarse.

"Qing'er, girl, listen to Mother's persuasion, don't go to Yujia Village..."

On the side, Yang Huazhong, Mrs. Sun, and Mrs. Sun are also persuading.

Yang Ruoqing looked at Mrs. Sun and forced a smile.

"Mother, I've made up my mind, you don't need to persuade me anymore," she said.

"Your girl, my life is hard, but I got enlightenment from the Bodhisattva. Don't worry, I will be fine. The Bodhisattva entrusted me with a dream and said that he would protect me!" she said again.

Sun's crying stopped, and she looked at Yang Ruoqing with teary eyes.

Yang Ruoqing patted the back of her hand: "Mother, don't worry about me, I will come back safely in a while, and I will bring back Tang Yazi and my second brother!"

Mrs. Sun still held on to Yang Ruoqing's sleeve tightly, not letting go.

In the end, Yang Ruoqing broke her heart, broke away from Sun's hand, turned around and left without looking back.

Mrs. Sun yelled from behind, wanting to chase, but was grabbed by Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun.

"Sister, just follow Qing'er, we can't stop what she has decided!" Da Sun cried and advised Sun.

"Tang Yazi is in Yujia Village, she doesn't feel at ease at home!"

The crowd didn't know what to do, they watched Yang Ruoqing's figure enter the boundary of Yujia Village, and then he could no longer be seen, and then they dragged their heavy steps back to Changping Village.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, a carriage came towards him on the main road, and the driver was Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan caught sight of Mrs. Sun who was being supported by someone, wiping away tears as she walked.

He was startled suddenly, and quickly jumped out of the carriage.

"I just went to town, third aunt, why are you doing this? What happened again?" He asked hastily.

Mrs. Sun was so sad that she had no energy to speak, and 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, so she went too..."

"what?"

Mu Zichuan turned pale with shock.

Da Sun continued: "We can't even stop her. I just sent her out of the village, and now I'm afraid she has arrived in Yujia Village... Hey, Brother Zichuan, where are you going?"

Dasun shouted, and everyone looked at in surprise, only to see that Mu Zichuan had already run away like a gust of wind.

In the distance, his voice came: "I'll go and chase Qing'er back!"

After all, Mu Zichuan still failed to catch up with Yang Ruoqing.

On the way back, I had a deep kick and a shallow kick, and my mind was in a mess.

He didn't know how he got into the gate of the Yang family's courtyard, and he led him back with only his feet.

"Zichuan, how are you doing? Have you caught up with my Qinger?"

Mrs. Sun has been waiting in the main room.

mu Zichuan shook his head.

In his whole life, he was doomed not to catch up with her.

After leaving for more than an hour, I went to the town to talk to the security chief.

Back in the village, this happened.

Yujia Village is a severely affected area, and Qing'er and Tang Yazi will surely die if they enter.

Could it be that the last words I said to her, the last sight I saw more than an hour ago, would be the last time in this life?
Thinking of this, Mu Zichuan buried his head, his fingers tightly grasped his hair, his shoulders trembled slightly.

When Sun saw Mu Zichuan like this, tears came down again.

"I should have thought of it a long time ago, Qing'er's temper, I know..."

Mrs. Sun was helped aside by Da'an and Xiaohua, and Yang Huazhong came to Mu Zichuan's side.

The man raised his hand and patted Mu Zichuan's shoulder, not knowing what to say.

The man understands Qing'er's feelings for Tang Yazi.

The man can also understand Zi Chuan's thoughts on Qing Er.

Hey!
The man shook his head and squatted aside. He was not used to smoking dry tobacco, so he imitated the old Yang Tou and stuffed the tobacco stick into his mouth...

Yujia Village.

This is not the first time Yang Ruoqing has been in Yujia Village, she has come here many times to find people, do business, or just pass by.

The Yujia Village in her memory was at the foot of Mianniu Mountain, a small but warm and quiet mountain village.

The Bailai population in the village, about twenty or thirty households, all gathered together.

The back of the village is next to the majestic Mianniu Mountain, and in front of the village, there is a river passing by.

The way into the village is the old stone arch bridge over the river.

Once upon a time, when this season came, the lotus flowers in the river in front of the village formed lotus pods. The children were busy making lotus pods, and the adults were busy farming.

A thriving party.

But this time, the ruins were ruined, and the ground was in a mess.

The doors and windows of every house are closed tightly, there is no sound of chickens and dogs in the yard, and there is no longer smoke from the chimney.

Passing through the village is like passing through a mass grave.

There is a pungent and strange smell everywhere, the smell of medicine, the smell of earthen dust, and some fishy smell and stench.

There are small sieves with fine eyes hanging on the gates of many people's houses.

Yang Ruoqing frowned, it's a custom in this area, if someone died in the neighbor's house next door, a sieve should be hung at the gate of her house to ward off evil spirits.

Along the way, if you see a lot of sieves, it means that many people died.

From time to time, in some courtyards, there were a few cries, as well as painful groans and groans...

It is the last struggle that a person makes before dying.

Yang Ruoqing held the bag and basket tightly in her hand, her face sank like water, and she ran straight to a farmyard in the innermost part of the village.

Luo Fengtang and the others were temporarily placed in that courtyard.

The original owner of the yard, a family of four, was infected with the plague and died.

The courtyard became an empty house without an owner, which was just used to accommodate the infected people sent from other villages.

　Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, busy with many things during the festival, so I will pass on the third watch, happy holidays everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)