In early September of the first year of Xingwu, the imperial court ordered the people on Hedong Road to be relocated to Taozhou and Minzhou.
On the way to move, a group of people encountered a disaster when passing through Wonju. It rained heavily for several days and the mountain suddenly collapsed and hit the crowd.
The moment before the danger came, Zhao Xueli's fourteen-year-old eldest daughter Zhao Luoyang seemed to have predicted something in advance. She stopped her grandmother and mother first and pushed her father and brother away. As a result, she was accidentally hit by a stone.
He remained unconscious.
For three days, the Zhao family found some herbal medicine to apply to Zhao Luoyang's wounds. They tried all available methods, but Zhao Luoyang showed no improvement at all.
It is difficult to hire a doctor on a normal day, let alone in a place like this. People traveling together began to talk that the eldest sister of the Zhao family must be in trouble. Some people began to persuade the Zhao family not to delay anymore because of Zhao Luoyang's injury, and it was better to set off as early as possible.
They were not alone in the relocation team. When others arrived in Taozhou and Minzhou, registered as household registrations and were allocated land, they could only choose what others had left.
"Everyone is heartless," Mrs. Yang, the old lady of the Zhao family, pinched her waist and scolded, "If my granddaughter hadn't stopped the carriage and horse, I don't know how many people would have been buried under there. I didn't want you to repay the kindness, so what?
How many days of delay will you not be happy with? No matter how good the land is, can it buy your life?"
It's true. Everything happened so fast at that time. If Zhao Luoyang hadn't shouted and several families behind him also walked over, no one knows how many people would have suffered.
Now no one dared to speak in front of Old Mrs. Yang. Old Mrs. Yang's mouth was more powerful than anyone else's. If she really caught her eye, she would definitely not be able to please her.
Old Mrs. Yang looked at Zhao Luoyang and couldn't help but sigh: "It's all my fault. If I had discovered earlier that the old beast had a bad heart, I wouldn't have ended up like this."
Zhao Luoyang's mother, Luo Shi, raised her eyes, which were red and swollen from crying, and whispered: "Mom, don't say that. No one expected it to be like this."
What Mrs. Yang was scolding was her husband-in-law, the old man of the Zhao family.
Old Mrs. Zhao was a scholar. During the war, all his family members died. He fled to the countryside and was rescued by Mrs. Yang's family. Mr. Zhao was useless except for studying. Fortunately, he was willing to learn and helped the Yang family.
The two princes were so happy that they simply married their daughter to him.
After the two got married, Mrs. Yang gave birth to four sons for Mrs. Zhao, named: Xuewen, Xueli, Xuejing, and Xueyi. This literary name was the first in the village. There was a time when Mrs. Yang
Tai's face lights up when he thinks about it.
However, as the war subsided and life became more stable, Mr. Zhao's true nature was gradually exposed. He began to be unwilling to do farm work. After he found a family in the city and became a teacher, he even looked down on Mrs. Yang and his family members.
An unlucky son, this time the imperial court relocated, Old Mrs. Zhao had already inquired about the news in the city, but did not tell Old Mrs. Yang. Instead, he secretly sold several acres of land at home and took his eldest son Zhao Xuewen, who was well-educated, with him.
The family left first. Before leaving, they said they were going to the south to find relatives and would be back in a few days.
It was Zhao Luoyang who found the divorce letter under the mat, and Mrs. Yang finally realized that she was abandoning her wife and children.
I don’t want my rough wife anymore, and I don’t want my three sons who are not good at studying and see no future.
Mrs. Yang was so shocked that she almost fell into despair. It was okay to divorce her wife, but she didn't expect that Mr. Zhao would be so heartless and almost cut off their escape route when he left.
For this relocation, Mrs. Zhao went to the Yamen in advance to register the families of Mrs. Yang and her three sons, and received the relocation certificate and Sichuan capital.
When Mr. Zhao left, he took away all the money from the land sale and Sichuan capital. This was to force them into a dead end.
Mrs. Yang and others had no money and could not even afford large animals. They relied on their sons and daughters-in-law to carry the family on their backs. You can imagine the hardships on the road.
Old Mrs. Yang was so filled with hatred that she and her three children were all his flesh and blood, and yet he killed them all, including her eldest son, who even ignored her and her three brothers.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Mrs. Yang fell ill. Thanks to Zhao Luoyang's company, looking at her worried little granddaughter, Mrs. Yang felt soft in her heart. She also thought about it and understood that she had to live and wait for the old man.
The day when the beast goes to his tomb.
Mrs. Yang used her rough hands to rub her granddaughter's hand, hoping that her granddaughter would get better soon.
"Second daughter-in-law," Mrs. Yang called Luo Shi, "has our girl spoken?"
Luo Shi shed a tear and nodded: "Mom, it's true." If Luo Yang hadn't spoken, they wouldn't have stopped.
But before there was time to rejoice, something unexpected happened suddenly. Everyone was busy taking care of the injured Luo Yang and hadn't thought about it carefully yet.
Mrs. Yang said: "Our girl will definitely get better. After saving so many people, Bodhisattva must give her a great blessing."
Zhao Luoyang was unable to speak when he was born. Doctors said it was a congenital defect. Zhao Xueli and Luo Shi felt extremely distressed and were particularly fond of their daughter. Although Zhao Luoyang was silent, he liked to play with books at home and secretly listened to them.
Mr. Zhao gave lectures to several of his sons.
Mrs. Yang often thinks about it, saying that her four sons are not as good as her little granddaughter. Of course, no one will believe her when she says this.
While he was thinking randomly, Zhao Luoyang, who was lying on the mat, suddenly frowned.
"Luo Yatou." Mrs. Yang saw it and suddenly became excited, shouting in a low voice.
Zhao Luoyang opened his mouth and didn't know what he was talking about. Mrs. Yang leaned over and heard clearly. What Zhao Luoyang said was: "There is a rain mountain with a hat on... there is no rain mountain... there is no waist... it is still raining on the other side of the mountain."
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Old Mrs. Yang was delighted, but Mrs. Yang and Luo Shi couldn't understand what Zhao Luoyang said next. They only heard Zhao Luoyang continue: "He said...concave steep slope, heavy rain, water seeping into the slope...holes"
...The pore water pressure...collapse...is real, avoid it quickly...it will collapse..."
Mrs. Yang and Luo Shi couldn't quite understand what Zhao Luoyang meant, but the word "collapse" made it quite clear.
"It's okay, it's okay," Luo Shi whispered to comfort her daughter, "Don't worry, everyone has stayed away."
Mrs. Yang wiped the corners of her eyes: "Luo Yatou, wake up quickly and take a look at your mother and me."
Hearing the voices of Mrs. Yang and Luo Shi, Zhao Luoyang really reacted. Her lips moved twice, her eyelashes trembled, and then she slowly opened her eyes.
Zhao Luoyang had just woken up, her eyes were a bit dazed, and the scenery in front of her became clearer, making her eyes gradually become clearer.
The rain had stopped, and the breeze in the forest blew gently on her face. After the previous danger, everything returned to normal.
But only Zhao Luoyang knew that everything was different, at least for her.
In fact, this change had happened to her for half a month, and it happened suddenly, like a dream.
Just half a month ago, something came into her mind, and this thing said it could cure her congenital deficiencies. She didn't believe it at first, but it did gradually work.
Shi Jiu, Zhao Luoyang shouted in her mind, and a vague figure immediately appeared in her mind. It was Shi Jiu who reminded her that the hillside would collapse before.
Shi Jiu's cold and rigid voice sounded: "The host saves people when the hillside collapses, and the charm value increases by fifteen points."