Yang Hualin knelt on the ground and wept 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 beside him.

While persuading Yang Huazhong, everyone scolded Yang Hualin, and the scene was messy.

"Dad, stop fighting, now you just beat the second uncle to death, and you can't change the facts."

A cold voice interjected.

When everyone saw it, it was Yang Ruoqing.

After the initial shock and stunned, her face returned to its usual coldness.

"Qing'er ......"

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

"What's next?" He asked again.

Tang Lingzi stayed in Yujia Village, which was equivalent to stepping into the Hades Hall with one foot.

The wedding of the girl and Tang Lingzi is imminent, and the two of them are so deep, and their childhood sweethearts came.

If anything goes wrong with Tang Lingzi, the girl ......

The man didn't dare to think about it anymore, and looked at Yang Ruoqing in a daze.

Everyone in the hall also looked at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes swept lightly over the people in front of her, and then turned around.

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

A faint but unusually firm voice came.

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

……

Behind Changping Village, the intersection leading to Yujia Village.

Yang Ruoqing carried a baggage roll on her shoulder, and the baggage roll contained clothes.

In one hand, he also carried a bamboo basket, which contained herbs and basic medical books pressed on it.

Her other arm was being hugged by Sun.

The woman had already wept into tears, and her voice was hoarse.

"Qing'er, girl, you listen to your mother's advice, don't go to Yujia Village......"

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

Yang Ruoqing looked at Sun and squeezed out a smile.

"Mother, I have made up my mind, you can persuade me again." She said.

"Your daughter, I have a hard life, but I have been enlightened by the Bodhisattva, don't worry, I will be fine, the Bodhisattva gave me a dream, saying that he would bless me!" She said again.

Sun's crying paused, and he looked at Yang Ruoqing with a pair of teary eyes.

Yang Ruoqing patted the back of her hand: "Niang Sensei is worried about me, I will come back safely in a while, and I will bring Tang Lingzi and the second brother back!" ”

Sun still clutched Yang Ruoqing's sleeve and didn't let go.

In the end, Yang Ruoqing was ruthless, broke Sun's hand hard, and turned around and left without looking back.

Sun shouted in the back, wanting to chase after him, but was dragged by Yang Huazhong and Da Sun.

"Sister, you just follow Qing'er, what she decided, we can't stop it!" The eldest Sun cried and persuaded the Sun family.

"Tang Lingzi is in Yujia Village, and she is not at ease at home!"

Everyone didn't have a way, and they watched Yang Ruoqing's figure enter the boundary of Yujia Village, and then they couldn't see it anymore, so they dragged back to Changping Village with heavy steps.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the yard, a carriage came over on the road, and the person driving the car was Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan saw at a glance the Sun family who was being supported and wiping tears as he walked.

He was startled and quickly jumped out of the carriage.

"I just went to the town once, why are you like this, third aunt? What's going on again? He asked hurriedly.

Sun was so sad that she didn't have the strength to speak, and it was the eldest Sun who answered for her.

"Tang Lingzi stayed in Yujia Village to take care of the few people sent by our village, Qing'er was not worried about Tang Lingzi, and also went to ......"

"Huh?"

Mu Zichuan was shocked.

Dasun continued: "We can't stop her, just sent her out of the village, I'm afraid this time I'm already in Yujia Village...... Eh, Brother Zichuan, where are you going? ”

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

In the distance, his voice was heard: "I'll go chase Qing'er back!" ”

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

On the way back, one foot deeper, one foot shallow, and my mind was chaotic.

He didn't know how he got into the courtyard gate of the Yang family, and he only brought him back with a pair of feet under him.

"Zichuan, what's going on? Have you caught up with my family? ”

Sun had been waiting in the hall.

Mu Zichuan shook his head.

In his life, he is destined to not be able to catch up with her.

I left for more than an hour and went to the town to talk to the chief of the security guard.

Back in the village, this is what happened.

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

Could it be that more than an hour ago, the last words I said to her, the last time I saw her, would be the last time in this life?

Thinking of this, Mu Zichuan buried his head, his fingers grabbed his hair tightly, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

When Sun saw Mu Zichuan like this, tears fell again.

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

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, but he didn't know what to say.

Qing'er's thoughts about Tang Yanzi, the man understands.

Zichuan's thoughts about Qing'er, the man can also understand it.

Ay!

The man shook his head and squatted aside, he was not used to smoking dry tobacco, so he followed the example of the old Yang Tou and stuffed the dry tobacco stick into his mouth......

Yujia Village.

This is not the first time Yang Ruoqing has entered Yujia Village, she has come to find people in the past, run errands, or pass by, and has been here many times.

In her impression, Yujia Village is at the foot of Mianniu Mountain, a small but very warm and quiet mountain village.

The population of the village is 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 erected on the river.

Once upon a time, during this season, the lotus flowers in the river in front of the village formed lotus flowers, the children were busy beating the lotus flowers, and the adults were busy farming.

It's thriving.

And this time, the ruins and walls are broken, and the ground is 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 cooking smoke wafting out of the chimney.

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

There was a pungent smell everywhere, the smell of medicine, the smell of earth ash, and some fishy smells and foul smells.

On the doors of many people's homes, small sieves with fine eyes are hung.

Yang Ruoqing frowned, the custom in this area, the neighbor next door has died, and a sieve should be hung at the gate of his house to ward off evil spirits.

Along the way, I saw a lot of sieves, which means that many people have died.

In some courtyards, from time to time there were a few cries, as well as painful moans and moans......

That is the last struggle that people do before they die.

Yang Ruoqing tightened the burden and basket in her hand, her face sank like water, and ran straight towards a small farm yard in the innermost part of the village.

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

And the original owner of the courtyard, a family of four, all infected with the plague and died.

The courtyard became an ownerless empty house, just enough to house the infected people sent from other villages.