When Qian came to his senses, Yang Ruoqing had thrown her into the cesspool behind the toilet.

"Ah! You damn girl!"

When Mr. Qian fell down, he choked on a large mouthful of excrement water, slapping his hands inside and struggling to get up.

This cesspit is not deep, and almost every household in the village has one.

It is a standard size. If an adult like Qian stands in it, it will only be flooded up to the waist.

Qian wanted to come up, but Yang Ruoqing picked up a long-handled dung scoop specially used for scooping excrement and hit Qian's head, face and body violently.

"Say it or not? Say it or not?"

Qian was beaten until she couldn't open her eyes, and she stood in a cesspool in a miserable state.

Others around me didn't dare to come forward because it was too dirty and smelly.

After all, Qian couldn't bear it any longer and finally relented and compromised.

The women stayed in the village, and the men all organized themselves. They all held torches and went up the mountain overnight.

"I didn't know the road. I just picked him up and rushed into the mountain. I didn't know where I was going..."

On the way, Qian begged for mercy.

"You'd better kill me, don't let me lead the way anymore, I really can't walk anymore!"

"boom!"

Yang Ruoqing slapped Qian's body directly with the stick.

"If I can't find my son, I will cut off your body piece by piece and feed it to the dogs! Go away!"

Finally, Qian finally stumbled and led everyone to the cliff where she abandoned Chen'er.

"Ah, why is the child gone?" Qian rushed to the rock on the edge of the cliff and looked down at the dark cliff below.

He was so frightened that he quickly retracted his neck and stepped back, not daring to go any further.

Everyone spread out, searching inch by inch on the cliff, conducting a carpet-like search...

Here, Yang Ruoqing also stumbled to the rock on the edge of the cliff.

There is nothing on the stone.

She stretched out her trembling hand and stroked the stone where her son lay, murmuring in her mouth.

"Chen'er...Chen'er..."

Tears burst out.

"How's it going? Did you gain anything over there?" Yang Huazhong asked the other people.

"I didn't see anything, not even a piece of material on my clothes!" Yang Huazhou said.

"It's the same thing over there, we don't have clothes or... other things!" Yang Huaming said in a low voice.

This 'other thing', everyone dare not say it clearly, they all know it in their hearts.

This is on a cliff, surrounded by mountains and forests, and wild animals roaming around.

child……

Mrs. Sun insisted on going up the mountain to find her grandson. When she heard this result, she saw her daughter sitting on the edge of the cliff, dumbfounded, beside the stone.

Mrs. Sun howled with guilt and fainted on the spot.

Everyone panicked, and Yang Huazhong quickly supported Sun and pinched Sun's acupuncture point.

After finally waking up Mrs. Sun, Yang Ruoqing suddenly stood up next to the cliff.

"Where's the rope? Give it to me!"

She said to everyone here.

Yang Huazhou took out two bundles of rope, and Yang Ruoqing took them and wrapped them around her waist.

Seeing her like this, everyone was shocked and quickly gathered around.

"Qing'er, what are you going to do?" Yang Huazhong asked nervously.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head.

The pale and haggard face was still stained with wet tears.

But his eyes were extremely firm and decisive.

"I'm going down to find Chen'er!" she said.

Hearing this, Yang Huazhong was stunned, and others around him were also stunned.

Mrs. Sun was the first to come to her senses, and the woman cried and rushed over to hug Yang Ruoqing.

"My son, my daughter, I know you feel uncomfortable, so you can hit me or scold me. I am a sinner!"

"Daughter, if you want to go down, it's my mother's turn to go down. You can leave me on top. The baby is still waiting for you to come back!"

Sun said, coming over to pull the rope around Yang Ruoqing's waist.

Yang Ruoqing took a step back and grabbed Sun's hand.

"Mom, don't worry, I don't want to commit suicide, I really plan to go down and find Chen'er."

"I'm skilled. Put a rope around my waist and everything will be fine."

Although her heart was already burning with anxiety and her heart was in her throat, Yang Ruoqing still patiently explained to Sun.

"Dad, please pull mom over. I have to go down and take a look." Yang Ruoqing said.

At the edge, Mr. Qian poked his head and said, "Don't go down. I've seen this cliff during the day. It's so deep that your son won't even have any bones left if he falls!"

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

Several shouts of shouting sounded at the same time, including those from Yang Ruoqing, Lao Yangtou, Yang Huazhong, and Yang Hualin.

Yang Hualin even raised his hand and gave Qian a slap in the face.

"You vicious woman, you are the cause of all this. Are you undermining your moral character and talking mean words? Shut up that stinky mouth of yours!"

Yang Hualin shouted and scolded.

Mr. Qian shut his mouth and shrank to one side.

Here, Yang Ruoqing has no time to vent her anger to Qian. Even if she kills Qian now, it will not help.

Let this poisonous woman dance for a few more hours.

Now, the most important and urgent thing is to go down and find Chen'er.

For every extra second of delay, Chen'er will have to endure one more second of hunger and fear.

"Give me the torch!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huaming didn't want to give it, but when he saw Yang Ruoqing's look, Yang Huaming didn't dare not give it.

"Is there any rope? I'll go down with my daughter!" Yang Huazhong said.

The man also tied a pair of ropes around his body, and the father and daughter slowly touched down from the stone.

"Dad, be careful." Yang Ruoqing warned Yang Huazhong.

This kind of night, this kind of situation, is really not what she wants to see.

Don’t think too much, look for children, look for children!

The two people slowly moved down. On the top of the cliff, Yang Huaming, Yang Huazhou and the others were holding on to the rope firmly.

This is the second time Yang Ruoqing has gone down a cliff since she came to this world.

The first time was a long time ago when I went to Zuojiao Peak with Luo Fengtang to collect herbs for Yang Huazhong.

This time, I'm looking for my son.

Mentioning this word makes my nose sore.

No matter whether it's a dragon's pool or a tiger's den below, we have to get down!

Yang Ruoqing held a torch in one hand and tightened the rope with the other hand, falling down little by little.

She missed every inch of the cliffs and cracks in the rocks that she passed along the way.

She would carefully observe every branch and vine that protruded from the rock wall.

As long as Chen'er has been here, there will always be traces left behind.

The worst thing is that there is nothing.

The father and daughter went all the way down, and further down, the cliff seemed to have no bottom.

Above the head, the voices of the villagers had long been lost, as if they were separated into two worlds by the night.

"Qing'er, we can't do it anymore." Yang Huazhong's voice came from not far away.

"The cliff has no end, and there are not enough ropes." Yang Huazhong said again.
Chapter completed!