A tall and strong young man rushed down the mountain carrying Fang Dalang, whose face was covered with blood. Behind the young man were four or five farmers carrying hoes.

Old man Fang was carried away by two of them.

"Dad." There was obvious pain on Fang Zheng's face. He stepped forward and asked the dark-faced young man carrying Fang Dalang, "Lu Zhuang, how is my elder brother?"

Fang Zheng is one of the few people in the village who is talented in reading. In addition, he is handsome. Regardless of whether he is a man or a woman, everyone in the village respects and favors him. Lu Zhuang, the eldest son of Uncle Lu, shook his head, a little worried, "Da Lang

He has already fainted. His scalp was rubbed from the tip of the wooden stake and he bled a lot. He probably also has a lot of injuries on his body, but he is afraid of getting hurt inside."

Since it is a trap for catching wild beasts, there are naturally a lot of sharp eyes in it. Fang Dalang is not small, so he could fall into it and be stabbed through.

Lu Zhuang did not dare to say this.

When Old Man Fang heard this, he cried, "Sanlang, what should we do?"

Normally, Fang Zheng rarely interferes in family matters, big or small, but whenever they encounter such a big disaster, the Fang family elders and the elder couple unconsciously listen to Fang Zheng's opinions.

"Send it directly to the town hospital." Fang Zheng said decisively.

Murakami also has a doctor who knows a little bit about medicine, but he is just a half-hearted doctor. He can barely give people medicine for headaches and fevers on weekdays. In such a life-threatening situation, not to mention the people of the Fang family, even the half-hearted doctor himself can't do it.

Dare to take.

"Uncle Lu, I would like to borrow your ox cart for use." Fang Zheng then told Uncle Lu.

There are only two families with oxcarts in the village, one is in the far west of the village, and Uncle Lu's house is not far from the foot of the mountain.

"Okay, then I'll set up the car for you now." Uncle Lu turned around and ran down the mountain again.

Fang Zheng's words of thanks lingered on his lips and teeth, but he never said them out.

But he kept this feeling in his heart.

Lu Zhuang did not waste any time, and ran down the mountain quickly with Fang Dalang on his back. Although the speed was fast, his back was very stable, and there was no uncomfortable expression on Fang Dalang's face.

Fang Zheng clenched his fists under his wide sleeves. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes were filled with calmness.

"Uncle Jiang, Brother Wang, I would like to trouble you to send my father home." Fang Zheng said gratefully to the two people holding Old Man Fang.

"Don't worry, Dalang, please be more careful. If there's anything we can do to help, just let us know." The older Uncle Jiang replied.

"Sanlang" Old Man Fang shook his head, his cloudy eyes were red, "I want to follow him and have a look, I don't trust Da Lang."

"Dad, my husband and I are going with you, don't worry." Feng Qing refused before Fang Zheng could refuse, "There is still a mother at home, a sister-in-law and two children who need you. If you are really worried, I will let you know if there is any news.

Sent back to the village."

It is impossible to say how deep Feng Qing's feelings are for Fang Dalang. However, Feng Qing will sympathize with people he has never met and encounter such a disaster. Rationally, if Old Man Fang follows him, who can guarantee that he will not

If you are scared out of your mind, you will be even more busy when the time comes.

"Dad, just as my wife said, you go back first."

Now is not the time to argue. Old Man Fang has not lost his mind yet. He nodded with difficulty, "Okay."

When the group was about to reach the bottom of the mountain, Feng Qing gently pulled Fang Zheng's sleeve.

Fang Zheng turned around and looked at her seriously.

"I want to go back first." Fearing that Fang Zheng would refuse to let her follow, Feng Qing hurriedly explained, "I'll be back soon."

"You" Fang Zheng said, only to realize that his voice was a little hoarse. He looked at Feng Qing intently, "What are you going back for?"

Being as smart as him, Xu guessed Feng Qing's purpose, but he couldn't believe it no matter what.

"It's nothing, I just thought it was cold and wanted to get you some more clothes." Feng Qing scratched his head and made an excuse.

Fang Zheng turned away his eyes and walked a few steps quickly, "Then hurry up."

Looking at Feng Qing's running back, his usually cold heart began to waver unconsciously.

"Got it." The hearty and crisp reply floated in the cold winter months.

Feng Qing rushed back at the speed of a 100-meter race in his previous life.

Once this person has faith in his heart, he can often accomplish impossible tasks. With his current body, even though he is exhausted, he can still run back to Fang's house in one breath. It has to be said that this is a miracle.

The courtyard of the Fang family was full of people, most of whom comforted the Fang family and Zhou Xiaohua with sympathy.

Seeing the person appearing at the door, the yard suddenly became quiet. Before Fang Jiang could speak, Feng Qing continued to walk in, saying at the same time: "Father, mother, my husband was walking too fast just now. I was afraid that he would ride in the bullock cart."

If you can't hold it any longer, come back and get him a coat."

"Hey, hey, hurry up then." Ms. Fang Jiang's voice was already hoarse from crying. She didn't expect that at this time, the third daughter-in-law would be reliable. Both the elder man and the third man were her darlings. No one would be in trouble.

It was she, the old lady, who was hurt.

Having already reached the door of the west room, Feng Qing remembered and said, "Sister-in-law, please bring me another quilt, and I will take it to cover my elder brother."

Although he had never seen it before, Feng Qing guessed that the ox cart was also open-top, so it would not hurt to bring extra quilts.

In the west room, Feng Qing took out a small cloth bag from the corner of the dowry box, weighed it, and sighed. The original owner had saved it for many years, plus what Feng Chong had given him before getting married, totaling eighteen taels of silver.

The money was not yet warm in her hands.

Forget it, money is a dead thing, but people are alive.

Feng Qing put the money away and took a square Zheng jacket. As soon as she reached the door, Ms. Fang Jiang came over. She held an old plain-colored purse in her hand. Ms. Fang Jiang stuffed the purse into Feng Qing's hand.

Qing Qing said in his hand, "There are less than three taels of silver here. You can give it to Saburo. If it's not enough, your father and I will find a way for the rest."

I still don’t know what Fang Dalang’s situation is, but it doesn’t hurt to have more money. Feng Qing took the money and said, “Mom, I’ll go then.”

Carrying the quilt in his left hand and a coat in his right hand, Feng Qing ran with some difficulty.

Hurrying slowly, we finally met up with the bullock cart at the entrance of the village.

Fang Zheng came up to him from afar. Even though he was thin, he was still stronger than Feng Qing. He took the quilt and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"We are all one family, no need to thank you here and there." Feng shook his coat lightly and said, "Put it on quickly."

Then, Fang Zheng and Feng Qing worked together to carefully wrap the quilt around Fang Dalang.
Chapter completed!