There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

"Quick, quick!"

Old Mrs. Yang was so anxious that she couldn't speak. She held up her hands and asked someone to put out the fire.

Looking at the firelight that filled the room, Mrs. Yang's legs felt weak, and she was able to stand still only after being helped.

God knows, after going through so many things, it is not easy to survive. If she is asked to lose another child, I am afraid she will really not be able to survive.

My heart was beating very fast, and I began to feel dizzy in front of my eyes. I supported the wall and stood up, chasing away the crowd of people around me:

"Go and put out the fire. What are you doing here guarding me? Go!"

Song Rutang ran over with everyone. Halfway there, she went back to the woodshed and got a shovel.

Passing through the people scooping snow in basins, Song Rutang came to the house. Feeling the scorching firelight in the house, she frantically shoveled the snow from the ground with a shovel, and swung it toward the house one by one.

"Ming Li? Ming Li!"

Mrs. Zhang also panicked, no longer as calm as before, and shouted inside with a howl.

But it was quiet inside, there was no sound, only the sound of flames burning wooden beams could be heard from time to time.

With a strong heart, he ran to the room where Yang Mingda and his wife used to live, took off the quilt from the bed, dipped it in the snow, wrapped it around him, and ran into the room.

The temperature in the room was obviously much higher than outside. Not long after Mrs. Zhang came in, she felt her body hurting from the fire.

Covered in sheets, she let the tears slide down her face, not daring to reach out to wipe them, and looked at her way through the thick smoke in the sky with misty eyes.

Moving to the bedside, Ms. Zhang tried her best to open her eyes wide and stared at the side for a while.

There is no one on the bed.

Mrs. Zhang felt happy and worried at the same time, so she opened her mouth and shouted from the room:

"Ming Li? Ming Li?"

Not long after shouting, a slight sound came from the bathtub behind the curtain:

"Hey, what's going on?"

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"Come on, come on, try harder."

Song Rutang's hands were extremely sore, but he still waved the shovel and kept shoveling the snow and throwing it into the house.

The fire slowly died down.

Although it wasn't snowing at the moment, fortunately there was enough snow on the ground. Except for a path shoveled by the servants for people to walk on, the snow on both sides of the road had accumulated to half a calf's height.

This time we put out the fire, but we cleared a lot of snow in the courtyard.

It started to snow again in the sky.

Song Rutang rubbed his hands. His hands, which had become hot from shoveling snow, suddenly became cold and hot due to the sudden snowfall and the sudden cold wind.

Rubbing her hands, she listened to the noise coming from inside. After a while, Mrs. Zhang walked out with a quilt covering her face and supporting the dim-eyed Yang Mingli.

The fire in the room was gradually extinguished by the snow.

A group of people hurriedly came over and surrounded Yang Mingli asking questions:
"How do you feel now? Are there any fire injuries on your body?"

"Isn't it just that your leg is injured? Why can't you think about it? Brother, I promise you, within a few days, your leg will be able to keep you alive again!"

"Yes, Mingli. If you feel uncomfortable in your heart, just tell us. Yanbao and Nuobao are already grown, can you bear to leave your two children behind?"

Yang Mingli listened to everyone's words and wanted to explain, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what. He waited aside for a long time, and finally took advantage of the moment when everyone stopped and spoke helplessly:

"I didn't think about it. I just took a bath. The fire in the room made me feel so comfortable. I accidentally fell asleep. When I woke up, the sky had changed."

Everyone thought he was embarrassed to talk outside, so they all nodded seriously:
"Yes, we all know it, it just ignited on its own."

Yang Mingli:......

He helplessly covered his forehead and allowed Shen Suihe, who arrived at this moment, to open his wounds and examine them.

Song Rutang looked at Mrs. Zhang aside and saw her face turning dark, and said with concern:
"Third Aunt, how are you?" "I'm fine."

Mrs. Zhang opened her mouth to say that she was fine, but when she opened her mouth, the words sounded like a broken gong, and she had no choice but to close her mouth.

Yang Mingli cast a concerned look over:

"What's wrong with your throat? Ask Doctor Shen to take a look at it."

Mrs. Zhang nodded, but she still felt a little embarrassed in front of everyone, so she followed Shen Suihe to the side.

Song Rutang took a few steps back and bumped into someone. She quickly turned around and apologized:

"Feel sorry."

It was only when I looked back that I realized it was Yang Pinrou whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

Yang Pinrou hid her sleeves behind her back and forced a smile:
"It's okay."

Song Rutang stared at her suspiciously, then looked at her sleeves, but it was getting late, so he didn't see anything strange.

He kept it in mind and didn't look at her again. He turned around and got together with Yang Pinqin.

Yang Pinqin had already noticed that her hands were shaking afterwards. He took it back and looked at it under the light, frowning and saying:

"The wind hurt me."

Only now did Song Rutang look at his hands.

Because I shoveled a lot of snow at that time, my hands were so tired that they were shaking slightly.

When he looked under the light, he saw that his hand had become red and swollen.

"There is still frostbite ointment in the warehouse. I went back to find it. Let's use some and distribute some to the people. It is better than leaving it to those shameless people if the shop is taken over in the future."

Yang Pinqin kept this in mind and thought about taking some hand cream from his room for Song Rutang to use, so that if his hands were really frostbitten, it would be difficult to treat in the future.

Freezing year after year, Song Rutang himself was afraid of this and consciously put his hands into his sleeves to cover them.

Yang Songlan sighed:
"It's a pity that the cherry wine we brewed is gone. Mom heard someone say that the cherry wine soaked in it is effective in treating frostbite."

Song Rutang shook his head:

"It's okay. It will be fine after a few days of treatment. However, this fire always seems to come from a strange place."

"I think so too. It's just that dad himself said it's okay, so we can only treat it as okay."

Yang Pinyan cursed secretly and kicked the ground:
"If I knew who set the fire, I would have to skin him."

"Why are you so sure that someone else set the fire? What if the third uncle set the fire himself?"

Yang Pinrou looked flustered, blocked these people behind, and then left in a hurry.

"It's really strange. You know our dad better than we do?"

Yang Pinyan was not convinced and cursed at Yang Pinrou's back.

However, Yang Pinrou had already walked far away at this moment and did not hear these words. She went straight back to her room and closed the bedroom door tightly.

Song Rutang narrowed her eyes and looked thoughtfully at Yang Pinrou's reaction.

Hidden sleeves, panicked reaction...

No matter how I look at it, I feel that this matter has something to do with her.

He tilted his head and saw that Yang Mingli didn't seem to take this matter to heart, so he didn't think about continuing to investigate.

But this time, it seems that I have to take precautions in my room, and I can't let someone do something poisonous without knowing it.

He turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Shen Suihe:

"Ms. Song, please wait a moment." (End of chapter)