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 of his legs 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. He looked no different from death.

.

The onlookers were frightened and started talking a lot, wondering if he might have...

"He's 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's true."

He looked at Yang Huazhong: "Lao San, the first priority is to find a warmer place to place them so that they can be treated."

Placement?

Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment. When he heard that the Changrong house collapsed, he rushed over to save the people. As for where to place the people after they were rescued, he really didn't think about it.

Looking around the crowd, the neighbors of Changrong's 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.

"He's from the Qian family. Changrong is your cousin. Do you have a spare room in your house to accommodate him?"

Someone in the crowd asked a woman who was watching the fun in the crowd.

The woman glared at the 'noisy' villager and said, "Where can I find an empty room in my house? You are just talking nonsense."

The villager added: "The woodshed can be squeezed in. Changrong's only relative in the village is you, my cousin. You can't just die without saving me..."

The woman said: "Which one is desperate and refuses to save me? My head of household helped shovel the snow just now. 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, when will we continue to quarrel? I don't want you to settle me, I..."

"Dad, I have arranged the placement 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 spread it with straw stacks. The victims were homeless.

Returned villagers can take refuge there 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 with him. Luo Fengtang stayed with a few people, and the second son of the Changrong family was also left behind.

"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 families 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 useful things, 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 there will be people in the village with shady intentions who will come to fish in troubled waters when it gets dark and no one is around.

When Luo Fengtang finished all this and returned home, he found that Yang Ruoqing had opened the trunk and was sorting out the clothes cabinet.

Inside the bundle 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 from the Changrong family were still barefoot and crotchless in this cold weather. I really couldn't bear to find two sets of Chen'er's old clothes and send them to him."

Luo Fengtang actually guessed it, and he smiled helplessly, "I heard before that the Changrong family members wore the same pair of pants. I didn't believe it, but now I have really seen it."

Today, the second boy is wearing those pants. The second boy goes out to use the toilet. Changrong, the first boy and the third boy are naked, 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 big, then they are too big. It is better than having no clothes to wear." She said.

Although her father called on the villagers to try their best to help and donate some old clothes if they had any, 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 is that life is tight for everyone. The eldest child in the family wears clothes after the second child, and the second child wears them after the third child. The new one is worn three years after the old one, and the clothes are mended and repaired.

Three years.

When they can no longer be worn, they are dismantled and made into shoes, and the soles are added. 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. 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 without repairing it. In the village

I don't go around with other people, and there is no human contact at all.

Even his only cousin refused to 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. 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 bundle, which was heavy.

Before going 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 and comforted 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 beddings beside the straw pile. Yang Ruoqing recognized at a glance that one of the beds was Yang Huazhong's previous bed.

The other bed was given by someone who didn't know who it was. In addition, there was a large earthenware basin for burning firewood. There were sawdust, pine branches and other things in the earthenware basin. It was already burning and was set aside to heat up.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang bringing them clothes, Changrong burst into tears of gratitude.
Chapter completed!