After the whole network was hacked, she traveled through the small fishing village of Datang

Chapter 32 She is full
Su Qingqing followed the Zhang family. Not long after they arrived at Chen Lizheng's house, a middle-aged farmer named Chen Laosan ran into the yard in a hurry and shouted before entering the door: "It's not good! It's not good! Mr. Patriarch, Something happened to Dashui and his family, and Third Uncle asked me to tell you to go and have a look!"

Chen Lizheng didn't care to talk to Su Qingqing and Zhang, and asked hurriedly: "What happened to them?"

"I don't know. I didn't hear you clearly. Let me tell you to come over quickly." This Chen Laosan is also a fool. He came to the person in charge in a hurry before he could figure out the matter.

"Hey, you idiot!"

Chen Lizheng cursed, ran off the mat barefoot, hurriedly put on a pair of wooden clogs at the entrance, and followed Chen Laosan quickly to the west end of the village. All the way, he could only hear the sound of wooden clogs hitting the yellow mud road. .

Mrs. Zhang turned to look at Su Qingqing and said, "Sister Su, let's go take a look too?"

Su Qingqing nodded and agreed.

When the person doing the work suddenly left, they always went to see what happened.Let’s see if Chen Lizheng can finish his work soon and go home to continue listening to the story of their settlement.

Along the way, the two met many villagers from Chenjia Village who had heard the news and were rushing to the house where the accident happened.

There is only one common surname in this village, which is Chen, and there are several families living with minor surnames. Basically, every household has relatives.

Living together according to the clan, staying together for warmth, and managing the countryside with the power of the clan was also a common phenomenon in Lingnan at that time.

It can be seen that the conditions in Chenjia Village are indeed much better than those in the small fishing village where Su Qingqing settled. Just look at the patches on the bodies of the villagers here who hurried out to watch the excitement.

Eighty percent of the villagers in the small fishing village wear two to three patches, but in Chenjia Village, only half of the people are wearing patched clothes, and the number of patches per piece is smaller than in the small fishing village.

A lady like Su Qingqing, who is wearing a modern and newly purchased Qiluo and embroidered skirt, is like a princess who accidentally wandered into the slums, she is particularly conspicuous.

If there wasn't something bigger ahead of her, Su Qingqing's appearance alone would be enough to attract everyone in the village to watch.

The ancient Cantonese spoken by this group of people was fast, urgent and exciting. Su Qingqing could not understand it at all and could not eat all the words.

Fortunately, her curiosity was not very strong. Compared with the people hurriedly running around her, she was the only one who looked like she was taking a leisurely stroll in the countryside.

"From what they mean, someone seems to have cooked the colorful poisonous mushrooms and eaten them." Zhang could understand the words of the people next to her and tried hard to restrain herself from running with the crowd, but her pace still accelerated a lot.

Not long after, a group of people crowded into the yard of a dilapidated adobe house.

Su Qingqing couldn't squeeze in, and she didn't want to squeeze in with a group of people where lice could be seen crawling.

"Give way, give way, Chen Dashui is back!"

Hearing this sound, the crowd of people crowded together again and soon made way for a narrow path to a man who was carrying farm tools and rolled up his trousers. His legs were covered with mud. He looked like he had just come out of the rice field. .

This person was Chen Dashui. He asked the person next to him with a sad face: "Did something happen to the baby?"

Patriarch Chen, who had just entered the main room and walked around, heard what Chen Dashui said, so he stepped forward and slapped him on the back of the head: "You knew something was wrong with your wife, why didn't you take precautions!"

Chen Dashui scratched his head and said bitterly: "Uncle Patriarch, for several days, since the seedlings in the rice fields have become sick, she has been feeling bad. She can't eat well and can't drink water."

"Your wife is like this, why don't you pay attention to her snacks?" A middle-aged woman nearby, whose clothes were relatively neat and clean without patches, shouted, looking indignant.

"The family was already short of food, but now the rice seedlings have become diseased and started to wither. They are about to die. I thought she was reluctant to eat."

"She just doesn't want to eat! She cooked a whole cauldron of poisonous mushrooms for herself and fed herself. She wants to be a starved ghost!" It was the woman who spoke again, raising her voice.Chen Dashui remained silent and was surrounded by people around him and entered the main room.

On an old mat, lay a vicissitudes of life woman who spoke filthy words but had a strange smile on her face.

Her hands were gesturing wildly in the void, as if weaving a fishing net. Her open eyes were very empty. There were blood and wet marks around her mouth and body, and there was a sour smell in the air.

Everyone here loves to pick mushrooms and there are always eight out of ten people in the village who have been poisoned.

An old woman knelt down next to the woman and used a cloth to wipe the blood from the unconscious woman's mouth from time to time.

When she saw Chen Dashui entering the room, she raised her head and shook her head at him, sighing: "I ate too much and it poisoned my heart. There is no hope. Let's prepare for the funeral."

This old woman was the clan doctor in Chen's village. She used two methods to treat mushroom poisoning. One was to feed herbal medicine - she was vomited, and the other was to induce vomiting - she vomited too much and started to vomit blood.

If neither move worked, she was at her wits end.

As soon as Chen Dashui heard this, his legs went weak, and he knelt down beside him with a bang, shouting half-crying: "My mother, you can't understand..."

The child, who had been kept away from this chaotic place, was now brought over to see his mother for the last time.

The child was no more than four or five years old, with a sallow complexion and thin skin, like a carrot stick.But there aren't many patches on his body, and he still has a pair of big, dark eyes that reveal a bit of aura.

Seeing so many people gathered around her yard and home, the little kid was a little confused.

He was pushed in front of his mother: "Call mother, call mother quickly, your mother can still hear you!"

"Quickly, shout quickly!"

The little kid looked at the people around him, and then at his mother who was completely ignoring him and only focusing on weaving a web in the void. His mouth became deflated. When he saw his mother suddenly vomiting a large mouthful of blood, he was even more frightened. Big jump.

Then he cried loudly, pushing his mother's arm with his thin little hands: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Mother! Mother! What's wrong with you, mother! Wuwuwu..."

The child's cry overwhelmed all the whispers nearby, and the crisp child's cry made people feel heartbroken.

Zhang squeezed in to take a look, then squeezed out and shook her head to Su Qingqing who was standing outside and said, "We can't do anything today. Let's go back and come back another day."

According to the rules in the countryside, you don't have to help when you are in trouble, but you must help when you are in trouble.If you have money and you have the strength, you must make sure people make the final journey.

Therefore, it is impossible for Patriarch Chen to be free for at least three days.

There are trivial matters in the clan. As the leader of the clan, he must be in charge of the overall situation. How can he have the mind to care about insignificant matters in other villages.

Su Qingqing had been observing silently outside for a while. Listening to the child's miserable cries, she suddenly said, "Is she dead?"

"Not yet..." Mrs. Zhang turned around and glanced at the entrance of the crowded adobe house.

"Perhaps I can try to save him."

(End of this chapter)