The open space in front of the Tutu Temple at the south end of the village was filled with tents of various sizes.

The villagers, with their families and their families, are all crowded here.

The poultry and livestock at home are hopeless, there is not much food in the warehouse, and the kitchen stove is even more simple.

You can imagine how embarrassing and difficult these days of evacuation are!

But in Yang Ruoqing's house, it was a different scene.

In the front yard, all ten guest rooms are occupied.

For lunch and dinner, a big pot is cooked, just like a big canteen.

Although the rice grain stored in Yang Ruoqing's warehouse is enough for everyone to eat and drink.

However, Chang Geng and Daniel still swam back to their homes and brought back some food.

Yang Ruoqing's family is good to everyone, and everyone is grateful.

At night, Yang Huazhong and Sun planned to cook a large pot of porridge tomorrow and deliver it to the distressed villagers who had taken refuge in the south of the village.

"Qing'er, what do you think?" Sun asked Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily: "Okay, it's okay for parents to make the decision on this kind of thing. Of course I have no objection."

Mrs. Sun looked pleased and hurriedly went to get ready.

"Qing'er, please go back to the house, there's something important."

Luo Fengtang came to Yang Ruoqing's side and whispered.

Yang Ruoqing saw that his face was a little cold, and she felt confused for a moment, then she took him to her own room.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang took out a rolled piece of paper from behind his back.

"I just received a message from a flying pigeon coming from the south," he said.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows: "Is it from Rich Man Li?"

Luo Fengtang nodded.

Yang Ruoqing immediately took the note, spread it out and glanced at it.

After reading it, her beautiful eyebrows also frowned.

"Those old guys in the Black Lotus Sect's elders are really smart."

"Those of us who were born and raised at the foot of the mountain haven't found the place marked by the three big rocks yet, but they realized it first. It's amazing!" she said.

Luo Fengtang said: "It's not that their brains are smarter than ours, but they probably haven't stopped studying this map these years."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, it made sense.

"Li Wencai said that the Black Lotus Sect has sent a team of people to sneak into Mianniu Mountain again. They have already set off and are expected to arrive in the next few days."

"At that time, he will leave marks along the way, and we can follow the marks he left and follow him all the way," she said.

Luo Fengtang thought for a while and said: "Since the Black Lotus Sect has understood the location on the map, there may be other forces that have also learned about it."

"I'm worried that there will be more than one force from the Black Lotus when we go into the mountain. Just in case, we need to find help."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Of course, with our own strength, we can protect ourselves, but if we want to protect the villagers, we won't be able to do anything at the same time."

"Tangyaozi, I will send a message to Brother Zuo Feige right now!"

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The next morning, Yang Ruoqing was helping Sun, Da Sun, Bao Suyun and others distribute porridge at the south end of the village.

When many villagers fled, they brought two loaves left over from the night before.

I didn’t bring any food stove.

They were very hungry right now, so the hot porridge and white-flour steamed buns sent by Yang Ruoqing's family were undoubtedly their life-saving straw!

"It's still Yang Laosan's family who shows their loyalty. A friend in need is a friend indeed. At this time, he will give us something to eat..."

"Yang Laosan is the real good man!"

"Yes, yes, that Yang Zhenbang is also a rich man in our village. I heard that he is hiding in the county and has not come back. He is a profiteer..."

"Ha, you still expect Yang Zhenbang to give you porridge? He doesn't even care about his own father's life or death..."

The villagers were drinking hot porridge and nibbling white-flour steamed buns.

While he was grateful to Yang Huazhong's family, he also condemned Yang Zhenbang, another big merchant in the village.

The sound reached Yang Ruoqing and Sun, and Sun sighed.

"Qing'er, let's go over there and continue making porridge!"

Sun suggested, Yang Ruoqing nodded, and mother and daughter came to the other side.

Before they could stand firm, they heard someone calling their names.

"Third younger brother and sister, Qing girl!"

Following the sound, I saw it was Yang Hualin.

Yang Hualin looked embarrassed and rushed to the two of them.

"It was so chaotic yesterday that I couldn't find you. It's great to see you now!"

Yang Hualin said excitedly, turning around and waving behind him: "Mother Lan'er, what are you doing standing still? Hurry up and bring Lan'er and Boy Boy over here. The third brother and sister are here to pick us up!"

There was a mat spread on the ground not far behind him, and Yang was sitting cross-legged on the ground with Yang Ruolan and Yang Yongbai in his arms.

Both mother and daughter were unkempt and looked like beggars.

Hearing Yang Hualin's shout, Yang's eyes lit up. Xiaodi stood up and dragged Yang Ruolan and Yang Yongbai over.

"Why did you come to pick her up just now? We stayed here all night last night and it was so uncomfortable!" Ms. Yang babbled.

Yang Hualin glared at Mrs. Yang and told her to shut up.

Then, he smiled apologetically at Yang Ruoqing: "Girl Qing, I heard that your house is not flooded. That's great. Come on, take your second uncle to your house to take shelter!"

Yang Ruoqing ignored Yang Hualin and looked behind the Yang family and the others.

Behind the mat where Yang and the others had sat, there was an old man curled up.

The old man seemed to be asleep, and there was no sound as he lay there.

Isn't he the younger brother of Old Yangtou, Little Old Yangtou?

Yang Ruoqing pushed aside Yang Hualin who was blocking the road, and quickly walked towards the little old Yangtou.

I saw a strange red color on the face of little old Yangtou, his eyes were closed tightly, and his whole body was twitching uncontrollably.

Yang Ruoqing touched her hand on little old Yangtou's forehead, and it felt hot.

"Mom, go and call auntie and the others over here. Grandpa has a fever. He needs to be taken to the hospital for treatment!"

Yang Ruoqing turned around and shouted to Mrs. Sun.

Mrs. Sun quickly went to call Mrs. Sun and the others.

Soon, people came over, and the villagers nearby also came over to watch.

The eldest Sun was as tall as an ox and a horse, so he directly carried little old Yang's head on his back, and Sun supported him from behind, and quickly walked towards the boat parked there.

Yang Ruoqing also quickly came to the boat and wanted to get on the boat.

"My family is overcrowded and can no longer live in it. Second uncle, you'd better stay here for a while!"

Yang Ruoqing jumped on the boat, and with a flick of her pennies, the boat left the shore and rushed into the water.

Yang Hualin looked at the boat going away and seemed to jump in to chase it.

But there is water all around, like a vast ocean, and this piece of high land has become an isolated island.

"Girl Qing, I'll come back later. It's okay if I don't have a guest room. I'll squat in the toilet too..."

Behind him, Mr. Yang looked at the boat going away and cursed angrily.

Yang Ruolan stared blankly, with a frustrated look on her face.

Once upon a time, this cousin was fat and stupid, and was the target of ridicule wherever she went.

And you are the focus.
Chapter completed!