"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

Luo Fengtang came to Yang Ruoqing, held her shoulders, leaned over and asked.

Yang Ruoqing raised her tearful eyes and looked at him: "My second mother is leaving..."

"ah?"

Luo Fengtang was obviously surprised.

"Weren't you still able to speak just now?" he said.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "That's a reflection of the light..."

Luo Fengtang understood, and beside him, Cao Bamei also covered her mouth, tears welling up.

After a while, the three of them returned to the left wing again, and Mrs. Yang really died.

"Second mother!"

Yang Ruoqing choked with sobs, lowered her head and packed Yang's body in a body bag.

Ever since she traveled through time and came to this world, the impression given to her by this woman, Mrs. Yang, was that she was neither close nor close to her, but also very disgusting.

This woman is mean, mean and lazy.

Although they are two biological mothers, apart from hurting each other, there is no good impression or anything worth remembering between them.

Logically speaking, Yang's death should make her very happy.

But at this moment, Yang Ruoqing didn't feel happy at all.

Why?

No matter how sarcastic Mr. Yang is, after all, it's just the trivial things of a country woman's family.

He is not a treacherous and evil person.

He has never committed any murder or arson.

Now that she is dead, all the bad impressions and memories have disappeared.

"Your second mother is so pitiful. She was still thinking about your cousin Lan'er before she died."

Cao Bamei sobbed while helping Yang Ruoqing bury Yang.

"If I had known she was coming back, I should have pretended to be your cousin to make her happy so that she could leave with peace of mind..." she added.

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing shook her head.

"When you come, you come. If you don't come, you don't come. You can't pretend." Yang Ruoqing said.

No mother in the world would admit her mistake to the daughter she raised.

"I originally thought that my second mother was the luckiest among the five sisters-in-law, including my mother."

"At that time, Lao Yang's family was not divided. The daughters-in-law worked in the fields just like the men, but my second mother followed my second uncle in the town to be his wife."

"Applying makeup and powder, wearing the popular fabrics and skirts of the women in the town, and bringing the butterfly-like Sister Lan'er back to the village, everyone was envious."

"But what about now?"

"She was the first among the sisters-in-law to leave."

"The girl I hold in my hand and feel so distressed for has not even seen her for the last time. Alas!"

Both men sighed.

Luo Fengtang came in from outside.

"Qing'er, are you done? The officers and soldiers have arrived at the gate of the courtyard." He said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Okay."

Luo Fengtang came to the bed and said to Yang's body which had been tied up: "Second mother, don't panic, my niece-in-law will send you on your way."

Then, he bowed to Yang's body on the bed, leaned over and picked up the body, and quickly walked out of the house.

Yang Ruoqing and Cao Bamei followed quickly and came to the yard.

Two more heavily armed officers and soldiers with their eyes exposed were pushing a wooden cart.

Two corpses were already placed on the wooden cart.

Then Yang was put up, and the officers and soldiers pushed her up and left.

"Where are they going to take the body?"

Cao Bamei asked.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head.

"I don't know either."

Either it was sent to the back mountain and buried together, or... it was burned, right?

The patient is making his final death struggle, and the surviving people who are not infected are all in danger and living every moment in fear.

Who has the time and mood to pay attention to the whereabouts of the deceased?

At this time, human life is worthless, just like a chicken or dog infected with chicken or dog plague, it can be dealt with casually.

After Mrs. Yang died, the atmosphere in the small courtyard became even more depressing.

Cao Bamei stayed by Yang Yongjin's side, closely watching his every change.

Yang Ruoqing, on the other hand, was busy preparing the prescription.

Ever since the plague came, she began to research prescriptions.

Considering all aspects, she has developed no less than ten kinds of medicines so far.

She has been cooking these ten kinds of medicine in turn, giving them to Uncle Jin Fu, Yang, and Yang Yongjin.

She had never been exposed to these before, and this was her first time exploring them.

It's a pity that I haven't found the effective medicine yet, so Uncle Jin Fu and Er Ma left one after another.

Now, only the second cousin is left.

Yang Ruoqing put down the book in her hand and came to the small stove.

The medicine on the stove is almost gone, and it’s time to give it to my second cousin to drink.

Luo Fengtang walked in, "Qing'er, let me help you get the medicine."

Yang Ruoqing said ‘hmm’.

Carefully pour the rich and bitter concoction into a small bowl on the side.

I hope this medicine can be effective.

…

At night, Cao Bamei insisted on staying in Yang Yongjin's house to guard her.

Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing had no choice, so they had to go back to the mixed room.

Yang Ruoqing poured three bowls of the prepared decoction for prevention.

Luo Fengtang was given a bowl, she drank a bowl, and gave the remaining bowl to Cao Bamei.

Cao Bamei said: "Qing'er, don't prepare it for me, I don't need to drink it."

Yang Ruoqing asked: "What are you talking about?"

Cao Bamei glanced at Yang Yongjin, who was already skinny in front of her: "If your second brother dies, I don't want to live anymore."

Yang Ruoqing frowned: "Don't say stupid things, drink the medicine for me, quickly!"

Cao Bamei couldn't resist, so she had to take it and drink it.

After finishing the drink, she grabbed Yang Yongjin's hand again and looked intently at the person she loved in front of her.

Yang Ruoqing retreated silently.

This kind of plague is extremely contagious.

The eighth sister is guarding her second brother like this. Sooner or later, she will have to pass on the preventive medicine. To be honest, she herself doesn’t know if it can prevent it.

Maybe, just to seek psychological comfort.

If it could really be prevented, Uncle Jin Fu and Er Ma would not be infected or die.

At dawn, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were awakened by Cao Bamei's cries.

"Eight sisters, what's wrong?"

Yang Ruoqing turned over and sat up, and asked Cao Bamei who rushed into the miscellaneous room.

Cao Bamei wiped her tears and cried until she was out of breath.

"Qing'er, your second brother, your second brother has returned to his glory. Go and have a look..."

"ah?"
To be continued...