But outside the courtyard door, the snow outside was very thick. The two of them entered the courtyard of Yang Huazhong's house, and happened to see a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old crying and walking towards him in panic.

Behind him was Yang Huazhong, who looked gloomy.

"Dad, what happened?" Yang Ruoqing asked quickly.

She recognized the half-grown boy as the second son of a family in the village named Changrong.

Yang Huazhong kept walking and said hurriedly: "The Changrong house collapsed, and everyone is trapped in the house. I have to gather people to rescue them quickly!"

Yang Ruoqing's heart suddenly sank. The heavy snow really caused the house to collapse!

Luo Fengtang said: "Qing'er, please go inside first, and I'll go over with my father-in-law to take a look."

Yang Ruoqing nodded and quickly entered the main room.

In the main room, the bowls and chopsticks were still placed on the table and radiating heat, but neither Mrs. Sun nor Xiaohua was in the mood to eat. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were sitting there talking about this matter with somewhat panicked faces.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, Ms. Sun quickly stood up and said: "Qing'er, the house of Changrong's family was crushed by snow. Changrong and his son were all trapped in the house. Only the second child went to the toilet outside and was not trapped.

I don’t know how people are doing right now, so don’t do anything wrong..."

Yang Ruoqing quickly comforted Mrs. Sun: "The Changrong house has a thatched roof and was originally in disrepair. As long as the rescue is timely, there should be no loss of life."

"But this is not the time to talk about this. Mom, where is the key to the village ancestral hall? Find it quickly and give it to me."

A few years ago, the Luo family took the lead in spending a large amount of money, and the villagers contributed their efforts to build a brand new ancestral hall on the foundation of the original dilapidated ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall houses the oldest ancestral tablets in the village. The door of the ancestral hall is usually locked, and the key is in Li Zheng's hand.

Li Zheng Yang Huazhong would only open the door of the ancestral hall when offering sacrifices during festivals or when someone in the village passed away and needed funeral arrangements.

"Qing'er, why do you want the key to the ancestral hall?" asked Sun.

Yang Ruoqing looked anxious: "The Changrong family's house collapsed. If it is not repaired, other houses will collapse. I opened the door of the ancestral hall and tidied up the inside. At least it can give the affected villagers a place to stay."

Xiao Hua said: "Sister, you have thought carefully. It is freezing and the New Year is approaching. Some people who have real relatives can come and stay. Those who don't have real relatives will have no place to go. You can't bring them to our house."

?Mom, get some straw stacks, and I will go with my sister to clean up the ancestral hall."

When Mrs. Sun heard this, she thought it made sense and hurried to the backyard to get the key.

Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua went directly to the backyard to get brooms and straw stacks.

The Luo family left Tuoba Xian to accompany Luo Baobao to eat. Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian were worried and rushed to the yard next door.

Hearing what was going on, Blacksmith Luo also hurriedly went to Changrong's house to help, while Wang Cuilian stayed behind to help Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua go to the ancestral hall to clean up.

Evergreen family.

When Yang Huazhong and Luo Fengtang arrived, a group of women, old ladies and children had gathered outside the courtyard of Changrong's house to watch the fun.

There were already several men from the neighbors anxiously surrounding the collapsed house, trying to lift things away, but they didn't know where to start.

Seeing Yang Huazhong and Luo Fengtang approaching, the men seemed to have seen the backbone and hurriedly gathered around to discuss ideas.

Although Yang Huazhong was an upright person, this was the first time he encountered such a situation. When asked to make up his mind, he was unable to do anything.

Luo Fengtang stepped forward, looked around the collapsed houses, pointed at one of them and said decisively: "Bring the shovel over."

With the shovel in hand, Luo Fengtang shoveled down a few shovels to shovel out a big hole in the snow there. He leaned down and put his arm in and groped around. Then he stood up and said to Yang Huazhong and the others behind him: "With this as the center point, the four directions of east, west, north, south and south are

There are four people standing, and when you put down the shovel, remember to push it flat, don't dig straight."

Yang Huazhong, Blacksmith Luo, and two strong men each took a position. Luo Fengtang changed his hand to a pole and observed from the side.

The four of them could adjust the position of their feet at any time according to the color of the snow they dug out.

Over there at the ancestral hall, Yang Ruoqing and Little Flower King Cuilian came to the ancestral hall. Villagers living near the ancestral hall heard the news and came over to see the novelty.

When Wang Cuilian explained her purpose, the enthusiastic women hurried home to get brooms and help them clean together, and some also brought stacks of straw.

The ancestral hall has three entrances, connected by two patios in the middle.

It has been snowing for the past few days, and there is also deep snow accumulated in the two patios.

Everyone worked together to sweep the ground. The first two were cleaned up and laid out with straw stacks. The innermost one was left uncleaned because it was the place where the ancestors' tablets were enshrined.

"If Changrong and his son really want to be placed in this ancestral hall, I don't know if they will be afraid when they sleep at night!"

After the women finished their work, they stood by the patio with their hands folded and chatting.

"No matter how scared I am, I still have to live there. My family is gone, and their family has no real relatives in the village to take them in..."

Yang Ruoqing didn't have time to get involved in the women's chat, so she told Xiaohua and Wang Cuilian and rushed to Changrong's house.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of Changrong's courtyard, I heard excited cheers coming from inside: "It's out, it's out..."

Yang Ruoqing squeezed into the crowd and saw Luo Fengtang carrying a teenage boy out of a pile of rubble.

After the boy came out, Luo Fengtang put him on the ground. He was wearing a tattered top and shorts, and stood shivering in the snow with his bare feet.

The boy was standing steadily in the snow. Except for a red and swollen patch of skin on his head, nothing else was wrong.

Luo Fengtang took off his coat and wrapped it around the three boys of the Changrong family, then handed the boy to the waiting Uncle Fu and his son, then turned around and went into the ruins to rescue the people inside.

Uncle Fu and others quickly supported the boy and pulled him aside to check the injury.

Soon, Luo Fengtang carried out the eldest son of the Changrong family. The eldest son, with his head and face covered in blood, lay on Luo Fengtang's back and cried: "My father, my father is still buried underneath..."

"Don't panic, we are rescuing him. You go and treat the injury first." Yang Huazhong strode over to support him and said loudly.

Beside, others had prepared a stretcher, and the eldest son was placed on the stretcher. The clothes he was wearing were also frighteningly thin. There were several holes in his pants, and his private parts were exposed.

This caused an uproar among the women watching the excitement inside and outside the courtyard. Many people covered their eyes or turned their faces away.

Yang Huazhong took off his coat and covered him, sighed secretly, turned around and stared at the ruins.
Chapter completed!