Chapter 5486 Emergency Rescue
Luo Fengtang immediately jumped into the rubble again, and after a while, Changrong was carried out.
He was already unconscious, his head and face were covered with blood, and one leg was bloody and bloody. The blood was mixed with snow residue. The two of them worked together to lift his body and sink. His head was tilted to one side, and he looked like It's no different than being dead.
The onlookers were frightened and talked a lot, wondering whether he might have been...
"Not dead, he went into shock due to excessive blood loss." Luo Fengtang said loudly.
Uncle Fu asked his son to stay with the eldest son. Uncle Fu himself came to Changrong and stretched out his hand to feel Changrong's pulse, then rolled his eyelids and said, "Well, it is true."
He looked at Yang Huazhong: "Lao San, the top priority is to find a warmer place to house them so that they can be treated."
Placement?
Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment. He had heard that the Changrong house collapsed and rushed over to save people. As for where to place the people after rescuing them, he really hasn't thought about it.
Looking around the crowd, the neighbors of the Changrong family looked away and did not dare to meet Yang Huazhong's eyes. Others in the village also pretended to be confused.
Yes, everyone is willing to come to rescue, but they are not willing to take these bloody people to their own homes.
"I am from the Qian family, Changrong is your cousin. Do you have an empty house in your house to accommodate me?"
Someone in the crowd asked a woman who was watching the excitement in the crowd.
The woman glared at the 'noisy' villager, "Where can I find an empty room in my house? You are just talking nonsense."
The villager said again: "The woodshed can also be used Just squeeze in. Changrong’s only relative in the village is you, your cousin. You can’t just ignore death..."
The woman said: "Which one is desperate and refuses to save me? My head of house just helped shovel the snow. My family really can't vacate the house. You are so kind-hearted, why don't you bring them, father and son, to your house to raise them?"
Seeing that the two people were about to quarrel, Yang Huazhong yelled: "Okay, everyone When are you still arguing? I don’t want you to resettle me.”
“Dad, I have arranged the resettlement place according to your instructions. It is in our village ancestral hall.”
A crisp voice cut in, intercepting Yang Huazhong's last sentence of 'take him to my house for placement'.
I saw Yang Ruoqing walking through the crowd, came to him, and said: "My aunt, Xiaohua, and a few enthusiastic aunts and sisters in the village cleaned the ancestral hall and laid it with straw. Duozi, where the homeless villagers affected by the disaster can take refuge temporarily.”
Yang Huazhong's eyes suddenly lit up. Why didn't he think of the ancestral hall as a good place?
“Quickly, send the person to the ancestral hall for treatment!”
Yang Huazhong himself also went to the ancestral hall together. Luo Fengtang stayed with a few people, and the second son of the Changrong family was also left behind. Come down.
"We are digging through the ruins now. You can watch from the side and pick up the important belongings and take them out." Luo Fengtang said.
Although the Changrong family is one of the most lazy and poor households in the village, the father and son wear the same pair of pants alternately.
But no matter how poor or dilapidated a home is, there are always a few things that are useful, such as a tea bowl, a bedding for sleeping, or three or five copper coins.
If we don’t dig up the ruins while the iron is hot and let the two boys pick up useful things and take them away, otherwise we won’t be able to wait until it gets dark and no one is around, and there will be people with evil intentions in the village who will come to fish in troubled waters.
When Luo Fengtang returned home after all this, he found that Yang Ruoqing had opened the trunk and was sorting out the clothes cabinet.
In the bundle roll spread out on the bed was a set of old cotton-padded clothes and cotton-padded shoes that Chen'er wore when he was eight or nine years old.
"Qing'er, what are you looking for?" he asked after taking a sip of hot tea. Yang Ruoqing was busy rummaging around and said, "I saw that the three boys of the Changrong family were still barefoot and crotchless in this cold weather. I really couldn't bear it, so I found two sets of Chen'er's old clothes and sent them to him."< br>
Luo Fengtang actually guessed it. He smiled helplessly, "I heard before that the Changrong family members wore the same pair of pants. I still didn't believe it. Now I have really seen it."
Now the trousers are on the second boy, and the second boy goes out to use the toilet. Changrong, the eldest boy, and the third boy are naked and wrapped in a tattered quilt and nestled in bed for the winter.
As a result, as soon as the second boy came out of the toilet, he heard a loud bang in front of him, and all three thatched houses collapsed, burying the three of them tightly inside...
"Qing'er, please find two sets of my old clothes and send them to Changrong and Daizi." Luo Fengtang said again.
Yang Ruoqing responded.
"Your clothes must be too big for them. If they are too big, just be too big. It is better than having no clothes to wear." She said.
Although her father called on the people in the village to try their best to help and donate some old clothes if they had them, Yang Ruoqing knew that very few people would be willing to give their old clothes to Changrong and his son.
There are two reasons. One: Life is tight for everyone. The eldest child wears clothes after the second child, the second child wears after the third child, and the new and third years are worn by the third. years, and three more years of mending.
When I can no longer wear them, I dismantle them to make shoes and store the soles. Anyway, there is no waste.
Second: Changrong failed as a person. He was lazy and lazy, which made the family worse and worse. The three sons, the eldest and the second, were all single when they reached the age where they could marry.
Changrong is not impatient either. The house at home has not been repaired in ten or twenty years. It leaks when it rains. When it leaks, he blames the sky and the earth. But when the weather is fine, he goes to sleep. There is no repair work, no walking around with other people in the village, and no human contact at all.
Even his only cousin does not do business with him. Now that he is in such a miserable state, others will naturally not be too enthusiastic about him.
It would be a great kindness to help dig out their family from the ruins.
That’s why Yang Ruoqing planned to send some clothes to support Yang Huazhong’s upright work.
Secondly, it can also establish an image in front of the folks in the village and build a reputation, which will be beneficial to the career of Da'an, Tang Yazi, and Chen'er.
It’s just a few pieces of old clothing, and it’s a waste to leave them there. It’s not bad if you can take them out to build a reputation and save people’s lives at the same time.
Yang Ruoqing packed her clothes into a large bundle and tied them up. Luo Fengtang came over and picked up the heavy bundle.
When they were about to go out, Yang Ruoqing held an umbrella, and the couple supported each other all the way to the village ancestral hall.
In the ancestral hall, Yang Huazhong has already arranged the Changrong family.
Yang Huazhong, Chang Gen, and Daniu surrounded Chang Rong, comforting Chang Rong who had just woken up.
Women like Sun, Bao Suyun, Da Sun, Guihua, and Dayun were making beds for the second and third boys.
There were two half-new quilts beside the straw pile. Yang Ruoqing recognized one of them at a glance as Yang Huazhong's previous bed.
The other bed was given by someone unknown. In addition, there was a large earthenware basin for burning firewood. There were sawdust, pine branches and the like in the earthenware basin. It was already burning, so it was set aside to heat up.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang bring them clothes, Changrong burst into tears of gratitude.
"Thank you very much, Li Zheng. Thank you all for saving our family. I don't know how to repay you for your kindness..."
(End of this chapter)