Chapter 1629 Can't Walk (Second Update)
When Qian came to her senses, her feet were empty and Yang Ruoqing had thrown her into the cesspit behind the toilet.
"Ah! You damn girl!"
Qian choked on a big mouthful of excrement water when she fell down, slapping her hands inside, struggling to get up.
This cesspit is not deep, almost every household in the village has one.
It is a standard size, and if an adult like Qian stands in it, it will only be flooded up to the waist at most.
Qian wanted to come up, but Yang Ruoqing picked up a long-handled dung ladle on the side that was specially used to scoop out excrement, and hit Qian's head, face, and body violently.
"Say it or not? Say it or not?"
Qian was beaten so hard that she could not open her eyes and stood in a miserable state in the manure pit.
Other people nearby didn’t dare to come forward, it was too dirty and smelly.
After all, Qian couldn't bear it anymore and finally relented and compromised.
The women stayed in the village, and the men all organized themselves. They held torches and went up the mountain overnight.
"I don't know the road. I just picked him up and rushed into the mountain. I don'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!”
"Bang!"
Yang Ruoqing hit Qian directly with the stick.
"If you can't find my son, I will cut off your body piece by piece and feed it to the dogs! Let's go!"
Finally, Qian finally stumbled and led everyone to find her and throw it away The cliff of Chen'er.
"Ah, why is the child gone?" Qian rushed to the stone 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 edge of the cliff. on a stone.
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 surged 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 clothing material!” Yang Huazhou said.
"It's the same over there, we don't have any clothes or... anything else!" Yang Huaming said in a low voice.
These 'other things', 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 beasts.
The child...
Ms. Sun insisted on going up the mountain to find her grandson. When she heard this result, she saw the other side of the cliff and sat dumbly beside the stone. Like a daughter.
Ms. Sun howled with guilt and fainted on the spot.
Everyone panicked, Yang Huazhong quickly supported Sun and pinched Sun's acupuncture point.
After finally waking up Ms. 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, Yang Ruoqing took them and wrapped them around his 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 determined.
"I'm going down to find Chen'er!" she said.
Hearing this, Yang Huazhong was stunned, and others around him were also stunned. Sun was the first to come to her senses, and the woman cried and rushed over to hug Yang Ruoqing.
“My son, my daughter, mother knows that you feel uncomfortable, so hit me and scold me, I am a sinner!”
"Daughter, if you want to go down, you must go down as a mother. You leave the top for me. The baby is still waiting for you to go 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 to find Chen'er."
"I'm skilled, put a rope around my waist, 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, you guys pull mom over, I have to go down and have a look." Yang Ruoqing said.
On the side, Mr. Qian poked his head: "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 if he falls!"
"Shut up!"
"Shut up!"
Several shouts sounded at the same time, including Yang Ruoqing, Lao Yangtou, Yang Huazhong, and Yang Hualin.
Yang Hualin even raised his hand and slapped Qian.
"You poisonous woman, you are responsible for all this. Are you undermining your moral character and talking mean? Shut your stinky mouth!"
Yang Hualin shouted scold.
Qian closed his mouth and shrank to the 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.
Every 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 eyes, 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 and 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 off the 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 am looking for my son.
My nose gets sore when I mention this word.
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 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.
Overhead, the voices of the villagers have long been lost, as if they were separated into two worlds by the night.
"Qing'er, I can't do it anymore." Not far away, Yang Huazhong's voice came.
"The cliff has no end, and there are not enough ropes." Yang Huazhong said again.
Yang Ruoqing stopped climbing and looked down at the vast darkness beneath her feet, her heart sinking to the bottom.
(End of this chapter)