It is worthwhile for me to continue to cooperate with him. He concentrates on writing, burning and selling things and leaves them to her. She has channels and can sell them to various places in Daqi.

Of course, it's not for nothing that she helps him run the business, and she gets dividends.

Zhang Banqi, she is three.

"Qing'er, can you make some money by helping Zhang Ban sell books?"

As if mother and daughter were really connected, Mrs. Sun quickly thought of this problem.

Yang Ruoqing nodded happily, "We will get 30% to 70%, and I will get 30%."

"Oh, that's good. Zhang Ban doesn't say anything, but he should know what is good and what is bad."

Mrs. Sun smiled with satisfaction, her smile was honest and simple.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, in fact, only a few cents of the 30% bonus fell into her hands. Helping Zhang Ban sell books would cost money for operating expenses, managing other relationship channels, and manpower.

The 30% bonus ensures that she can help Zhang Ban so that more people can see his book without having to invest any money herself.

The words he worked so hard to weave can be exchanged for a certain amount of money to fulfill his promise to his family.

"Mom, you don't have to worry about these things. Come on, grab me a handful of straw and I'll learn to weave straw sandals."

Yang Ruoqing took a small horse and sat down next to Sun, and started to imitate it in a decent manner.

The two women were knitting straw sandals and chatting, and the time passed quickly. When it was almost noon, Yang Huazhong came back from outside. When he entered, he took off his hat and used it as a fan.

"I was working in the fields earlier and heard them tell me a piece of news. They came from the south."

"What's the news?" asked Sun.

Yang Huazhong said: "I don't know whether it's true or not. I just know that there is Juxian Town in the south, next to the small town at the foot of the mountain, and the official road passes there. It has rained heavily in the past few days and the mountain collapsed. Half of the town

All the houses were buried.”

"Oh my God!"

The straw sandals in Sun's hand fell to the ground, and the color on her face faded a bit.

"Then...is anyone hurt?" she asked again.

Yang Huazhong looked a little solemn, "Since half of the house has been buried, if there are still people in the house who have not escaped, it must be very dangerous."

"Oh my God!" Mrs. Sun murmured, leaning down to pick up the straw sandals on the ground, "It's so miserable..."

"Did it collapse during the day or night?" Yang Ruoqing also asked.

Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, "I really don't know this. I only heard that it collapsed and half of the mountain collapsed."

"Qing'er, is there any difference between day and night?" Mrs. Sun looked confused.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Of course there is a difference. Many people are working or doing business outside in broad daylight. If there is any movement on the mountain, they have time to run away."

"If everyone is asleep at night, then..."

There is no need to say what follows.

Sun's eyes were full of panic.

Yang Huazhong also sighed, "This is really a crime!"

Isn't it just a crime? Yang Ruoqing thought in her heart, in front of nature, no matter how powerful human beings are, they are still ants.

Who lives and who dies depends entirely on fate.

Wait, Juxian Town is next to the official road. Xiao An and He Qingsong should not be so unlucky that they happened to pass by Juxian Town, right?

Feeling impatient, Yang Ruoqing secretly glanced at Yang Huazhong and Sun. Fortunately, they were still immersed in the shock of such a disaster and had not thought of anything else.

"What I'm worried about now is Xiaoan and the others." Yang Huazhong suddenly said.

Mrs. Sun looked at him in astonishment, her voice trembling slightly: "His father, you, what do you mean by this...?"

Yang Huazhong frowned: "The mountain has collapsed, and the road to and from there is most likely blocked. Unless Xiao An and the others have already passed Juxian Town, their return date will most likely be delayed."

Mrs. Sun was already restless, and Straw Shoes had no intention of making up.

"If it's just a delay, then I'm not afraid. I'm worried..."

Sun didn't dare to say the next words for fear of being unlucky.

After Yang Ruoqing finished thinking, her parents still thought of this.

"Father, mother, please don't mess up for now. I will send out a message later and send people to Juxian Town to inquire about the situation."

Yang Ruoqing immediately began to comfort her, "Besides, I'm counting the time and it won't be such a coincidence for Xiao An and the others, so don't worry yet."

After a few simple words of comfort, Yang Huazhong took the lead to calm down and helped Yang Ruoqing comfort Sun.

Yang Ruoqing took the opportunity to return home, wrote a note, tied it to the pigeon's ankle and let it fly.

Watching the figure of the homing pigeon condense into a small black dot in her field of vision and disappearing into the southern sky, she couldn't help but pray in her heart: I hope that my brother and his friends are all safe!

In the short but long three days, Yang Huazhong and Sun made countless guesses behind closed doors.

No matter which guess comes to the end, Mr. Sun will inevitably think about the bad side.

For three days, the couple couldn't sleep well at night. They discussed this matter over and over again. Sometimes you advised me not to worry blindly, sometimes I advised you not to think too much, but in the end the two of them were pretending to sleep, back to back.

, I was thinking about this alone in my heart.

When they got up the next morning, both of them had dark circles under their eyes. In addition, it was busy time for early rice harvest. Yang Huazhong had to take the long-term workers to work in the fields during the day. Sun was cooking at home.

The whole world looked haggard for both of them.

Yang Ruoqing saw it in her eyes and felt anxious in her heart.

She had said words of comfort at least ten times, but before the results came out, any words of comfort were empty and they would not listen at all.

On the morning of the fourth day, Yang Ruoqing came over to her parents' house to visit them. Yang Huazhong had already gone to work in the fields. Mrs. Sun was squatting at the door of the kitchen, chopping pig grass, staring at the vegetable basket in front of her, holding a kitchen knife in her right hand.

He was chopping randomly, and even the bluestone ground beside him was chopped into pieces, and he was completely unconscious.

Yang Ruoqing quickly came over, held down Sun's right hand, and took the kitchen knife.

The edge of the kitchen knife is curled, this chop...

Mrs. Sun was in a daze for a moment, then suddenly came back to her senses, and then she noticed Yang Ruoqing's arrival.

"Qing'er, when did you come here?" she asked hurriedly.

Yang Ruoqing put down the kitchen knife and helped Sun sit on the pony beside her.

"I just came here," she said.

Holding Sun's hands, Sun's hands were a little cold on this midsummer morning.

His face was also pale, his entire cheeks had become thinner, and his sunken eye sockets made his cheekbones look much higher than usual.

"Mom, why are you doing this? You've made yourself like this. I won't know how distressed I will be when Xiao An comes home and sees you like this," Yang Ruoqing said, raising her hand to gently pull Sun's slightly disheveled bangs to

Behind the ear, he said softly: "Mom, you are fine, you should eat and sleep, okay?"

Mrs. Sun lowered her eyelids, looking lonely.

He said in a muffled voice: "Qing'er, I just can't help but worry about your brother. There are some things I don't dare to say to your father for fear that he will scold me, but I am holding it in all by myself and feel uncomfortable. I have no idea what to do."
Chapter completed!