In the ancestral hall, there were several braziers and the fire was shining brightly. The three families who had lived there before were all sitting in their own corners and chatting. It was really lively.

They still had bowls and chopsticks in their hands, and they were shuffling and shoving food into their mouths.

The third boy from the Changrong family also held a leek cake in his hand and ate it with gusto.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Su Yunniang coming in, everyone understood immediately, so some enthusiastic people came over to help take the things, and some asked Su Fen 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 wife 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!

…

At night, Luo Fengtang changed into pajamas and went to bed after washing up. Yang Ruoqing was lying there, reading a booklet.

The pamphlet was given to me secretly by Da Sun in a mysterious manner, saying that it was written by Zhang Ban and could be sold for three melons and two dates.

Yang Ruoqing casually flipped through two pages and discovered 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 getting on the bed, she quickly put the pamphlet aside, knelt down and called him: "Get down, get down, I'm exhausted from the rescue today, I'll loosen your bones."

Luo Fengtang smiled and shook his head: "I'm not tired..."

"Why aren't you tired? You haven't rested in the past few days. You are the main force of the rescue team. It makes me feel bad to see you." 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, so I don't care if your fingers get sore."

Yang Ruoqing curved her lips and smiled, and a pair of white and soft hands began to work on his back.

Luo Fengtang was squinting to enjoy it, but his fingers suddenly 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 to read.

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 that Zhang Ban has such a talent. A person who usually keeps quiet, writes stories like this."

But it is full of joy, anger, sorrow and joy, and all kinds of 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 spit and talk eloquently, as if they were singing in an opera. But if you ask them to write a story, they will scratch their scalps."

Luo Fengtang added: "And some people are not only good at eloquence, but also first-rate in writing stories. 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. How could a strange book that has been circulated for thousands of years not be popular in the capital?

She didn't want to dwell too deeply on this matter, so she quickly changed the topic to the 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 up to five more families, no more."

Hearing her worries, Luo Fengtang turned over and leaned there, pulled her into his arms, pulled the quilt and covered her.

"My father-in-law has discussed with several village elders and plans to move the three or five remaining villagers in the village whose houses are severely compressed and may collapse at any time to the ancestral hall tomorrow to avoid injuries if their houses collapse."

Yang Ruoqing nodded slightly.

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 cannot just watch the villagers freeze to death in this ice and snow, especially when there are so many

child."

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 I don't look forward to anything.

I just hope that the snow will stop and the weather will clear up soon.”

The next day, the snow obviously became less intense, and everyone saw hope.

The families who had made the agreement last night retreated when they saw this momentum.

Yang Huazhong personally visited the house and persuaded one by one. With great analysis, 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 family's life is not considered to be top-notch in the village, but it is a condition where they can have enough food and clothing, and 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."

After hearing this, Yang Huazhong knew that the problem was with Huosheng, so he went 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 the child medicine in the east room. Yang Huazhong called Huosheng to the main room to ask questions.

"Didn't we make an agreement last night? These houses in your house are in danger and you have to move to the ancestral hall quickly. Why did you change your mind again?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Huosheng 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 straw stacks 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."

Huosheng waved his hands hurriedly, "Uncle Lizheng, we appreciate your kindness. There is no need to go to your house. I see that the snow is much lighter. I'm afraid it will stop. If it stops, it will be fine. I'll just stay at home!"

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Chapter completed!