Chapter 5488 Water Makes Fire Make Brothers
In the ancestral hall, there were several braziers, and the fire was shining. The three families who lived in before were all sitting in a corner and chatting. It was really lively.
They were still holding bowls and chopsticks in their hands, and they were shoving food into their mouths.
The three boys from the Changrong family were holding a leek cake in their hands and chewing it with relish.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Suyunniang coming in, everyone understood immediately, so some enthusiastic people came over to help take the things, and some asked Sufen about the damage at home.
Sufen explained the situation in general, she shed tears, and everyone else also sighed.
"There are vegetable porridge and leek cakes here. They were sent by Qing'er's mother earlier. Come and eat." Someone among them greeted.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at the hanging pot on the fire and the chive cake placed on the lid of the hanging pot, and guessed that it was her mother's craftsmanship.
Not to mention, in such an atmosphere, this chive pancake is more delicious than ever before!
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At night, Luo Fengtang changed into pajamas and went to bed after washing up. Yang Ruoqing was lying there, reading a booklet.
The brochure was given to me secretly by Da Sun. She was very mysterious when she gave it. She said it was a gadget written by Zhang Ban and could be sold for three melons and two dates.
Yang Ruoqing flipped through two pages at that time and found that Zhang Ban was actually writing stories. They were short stories that were very small in length and covered various aspects. It was quite interesting to read a few of them before going to bed.
Seeing Luo Fengtang go to bed, she quickly put the pamphlet aside, knelt down and greeted him: "Get down, get down, I'm exhausted from the rescue today, I'll loosen your bones."< br>
Luo Fengtang smiled and shook his head: "Not tired..."
"Why aren't you tired? You haven't rested in the past few days. I feel bad just looking at you, the main force of the rescue team." She raised her eyebrows, and she actually had a bit of Tan's demeanor back then.
Luo Fengtang smiled and nodded, "Daughter-in-law, just give me a few pinches. I'm thick-skinned and thick-skinned. I'm afraid it will hurt your fingers."
Yang Ruoqing bent her head. With a slight smile on his lips, a pair of white and soft hands began to work on his back.
Luo Fengtang was squinting to enjoy it, but suddenly his fingers touched something, and he looked in front of him and saw that it was a pamphlet.
"That was written by Zhang Ban." Yang Ruoqing glanced at the booklet in his hand and said.
"Oh?" Luo Fengtang became interested, so he flipped through a few pages.
As I looked at it, I couldn’t help but turn back to the first page and read it again.
Don’t disturb others when they are reading. This is Yang Ruoqing’s principle.
After Luo Fengtang finished reading the first short story called "Xiang'er Mountain", he closed the booklet and couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect Zhang Ban to be so talented. He usually keeps quiet. A person writes a story Things are full of joy, anger, sorrow, and human emotions."
Yang Ruoqing smiled calmly, "Some people are not good at words, but give them a pen and they can express their emotions with words."
"And some people are spitting and eloquent when they talk, just like singing in an opera, but if you really ask them to write a story, they can't even scratch their scalps."
Luo Fengtang added: "And some people People are not only good at eloquence, but also good at writing stories. It’s first-rate, for example, my Qing’er, the novel you wrote back then is still very popular in the capital!”
Yang Ruoqing felt guilty. It was a copy of Cao Xueqin’s masterpiece, a wonderful book that has been circulated for thousands of years. Isn’t it popular in Beijing?
She didn’t want to dwell on this matter, so she quickly changed the topic to heavy snowfall and disaster relief. “I don’t know when the snow will stop. People in the village are in panic. It’s just over ten days before the Chinese New Year, but there are more and more people taking refuge in the ancestral hall. I took a look at the ancestral hall today. It can accommodate at most five families, no more.”
Hearing her worries, Luo Fengtang turned over and leaned there, pulled her into his arms, pulled the quilt and covered her together.
"My father-in-law has discussed with several village elders and plans to move the remaining three or five houses in the village, which are seriously under pressure and may collapse at any time, to the ancestral hall tomorrow to avoid the real collapse of their houses. Someone was injured."
Yang Ruoqing nodded lightly.
Luo Fengtang continued: "I have thought about it. If the ancestral hall is overcrowded, our family will clean up the dozen or so empty rooms in the front yard. No matter what, we can't just watch the villagers freeze to death in this ice and snow. , especially there are many children.”
< br>Yang Ruoqing sighed softly, "Well, this is the only way to go. In the past, I often complained about the lack of snow in Mianniu Mountain in winter. This year, I have completely seen enough snow. Now there is nothing." Hope, just hope that the snow will stop and the weather will clear up soon.”
The next day, the snow obviously slowed down, and everyone saw hope.
The families that had agreed last night retreated when they saw this momentum.
Yang Huazhong personally visited the house and persuaded one by one, and the analysis was very good. The three families still gritted their teeth and moved to the ancestral hall.
The remaining two families are neighbors and also twin brothers.
The elder brother is called Huosheng and the younger brother is called Shuisheng.
Two brothers married two sisters, the elder sister was named Yunxia and the younger sister was named Caixia.
The lives of the two families are not considered to be top-notch in the village, but they are still enough to have enough food and clothing, and they can stay at home during the winter to prepare for the New Year.
Yang Huazhong came to ask Shuisheng and Caixia to move. Shuisheng hesitated and Caixia told the truth.
"Uncle Li Zheng, it's not that Shui Sheng doesn't want to move. We both packed our things overnight. It's just that Shui Sheng listens to his elder brother in everything. His elder brother doesn't want to move, so Shui Sheng doesn't dare to move."
Hearing this, Yang Huazhong knew that the problem lay with Huosheng, so he came to the yard of Huosheng's house next door.
As soon as I entered the house, I smelled a medicinal smell.
Huosheng’s wife Yunxia was feeding her child medicine in the east room. Yang Huazhong called Huosheng to the main room for questioning.
"Didn't we agree last night? These houses in your house are dangerous, and we have to move to the ancestral hall quickly. Why did you change your mind again?" Yang Huazhong asked.
Huo Sheng said: "Uncle Li Zheng, you have also seen that my son is sick and is taking medicine. Going to a place like the ancestral hall is full of air leakage, which is not good for the child's illness."
Yang Huazhong originally wanted to say that now that the door of the ancestral hall is closed, there are many people inside and there are stacks of straw everywhere. It is lively and warm, but it is not actually cold.
But facing the sick child, Yang Huazhong said next: "Then you ask your mother-in-law to clean up and take the child to live in my house first. You really can't live in this house anymore, and it might collapse at any time."
< br>Huo Sheng waved his hands hurriedly, "Uncle Li Zheng, your kindness will help us I’m sorry, there’s no need to go to your house. I think the snow is a lot lighter. I’m afraid it’s going to stop. If it stops, it’ll be fine. I’d better stay at home!”
Yang Huazhong tried to persuade her, but Huosheng had a smile on his face and spoke openly, but he refused to let go.
(End of this chapter)