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 my second uncle to death, it won't change the facts."

A cold voice broke in.

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 a look of guilt that made him want to die.

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

Tang Yazi stayed in Yujiacun, 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 did not dare to think any further 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 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 were pressed on it.

Her other arm was being hugged 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 teary 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 and broke Sun's hand away, turned around and left without looking back.

Mrs. Sun shouted from behind and wanted to give chase, but Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun grabbed her.

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

"Tang Yazi is in Yujiacun, and she doesn't feel at ease at home!"

Everyone was helpless and kept watching Yang Ruoqing's figure enter the boundary of Yujia Village, and then disappeared from view, and then dragged heavy steps back to Changping Village.

As soon as they arrived at the gate of the yard, a carriage came towards them 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 was startled 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!"

Mu Zichuan 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 turmoil.

He didn't know how he entered the Yang family's courtyard, and he only had a pair of feet under his body to carry him back.

"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 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 Mrs. 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 Mu Zichuan'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 feelings for Tang Yazi.

Even a man can 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 before 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 next 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 prosperous.

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 or 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 and strange smell everywhere, including the smell of medicine, wood ash, and some fishy and foul odors.

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 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 means that many people died.

From time to time in some yards, there were sounds of crying and painful moans and groans...

That is the last struggle a person makes before dying.

Yang Ruoqing grabbed the baggage and basket in her hands tightly, her face was as heavy as water, and she ran straight towards a small farmyard at the end of the village.

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

As for the original owner of the yard, all four members of his family were infected with the plague and died.
Chapter completed!