Yang Hualin knelt on the ground, crying bitterly.

"I am a coward, I am afraid of death, ohhh..."

Yang Huazhong still wanted to fight, but he was stopped by Yang Huaming and Sun Shi beside him.

As the crowd persuaded Yang Huazhong, they cursed at Yang Hulin, creating a chaotic scene.

"Father, please stop. Even if you beat Second Uncle to death now, it won't change anything."

A cold voice cut in.

Upon seeing this, everyone recognized it was Yang Ruqing.

After the initial shock and astonishment, a familiar coldness returned to her face.

"Qing'er..."

Yang Huazhong mumbled, looking at Yang Ruqing, his expression filled with guilt to the point of wanting to die.

"What next?" he asked again.

Tang Ya Zi stayed in Yujia Village, which was like stepping one foot into the underworld.

The wedding of the daughter and Tang Yazi is approaching, the two people are so deep, having been childhood sweethearts.

If something happens to Tang Ya Zi, my daughter...

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The man dared not think further, staring blankly at Yang Ruqing.

All in the hall were also looking at Yang Ruqing.

Yang Ruqing's gaze swept lightly over the crowd before her, then she turned away.

She bent down and picked up the medical book that had fallen to the ground, gently brushing away the dust on it.

A voice, faint like the smoke of incense yet unusually resolute, came over.

I'm going to tidy up and be right over at Yujiacun.

Behind Changping Village, at the intersection leading to Yujiacun.

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Yang Ruqing carried a bundle on her shoulders, inside it were clothes.

One hand still held a bamboo basket, inside of which were herbs and medical texts were placed on top.

Her other arm was tightly held by Mrs. Sun.

The woman had already cried until she was exhausted, her voice hoarse from pleading.

"Qing'er, my dear daughter, listen to your mother's advice, don't go to Yujia Village..."

On the side, Yang Huazhong and Sun Lao Tai, as well as Dàsun Shi, were also advising.

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Yang Ruqing looked at Sun Shi, squeezing out a slight smile.

"Mother, my mind is made up. You needn't persuade me any further." she said.

“My daughter, I’m tough, but I’ve been blessed by the Bodhisattva. Don’t worry, nothing will happen to me. The Bodhisattva dreamed of me and said he would protect me!” she continued.

Sun's crying abruptly stopped, and she stared at Yang Ruqing with tearful eyes.

Yang Ruoqing patted her back: "Mother, don't worry about me. I'll be back safe and sound in a while, and I'll bring Tang Yazi and the second brother back with me!"

Sun Shi still clutched Yang Ruohua's sleeve tightly, refusing to let go.

Finally, Yang Ruohua made up her mind and forcefully pulled away Sun's hand. She turned around and walked away without looking back.

Sun shi yelled from behind, wanting to chase after, but was pulled back by Yang Huazhong and Da Sun shi.

“Sister, just go with Qing’er. She’s made up her mind, there’s nothing we can do to stop her!” Da Sun pleaded with Sun, tears streaming down her face.

"Tang Yazi is in Yujiacun, she's not at ease even at home!"

Everyone was helpless, they kept watching Yang Ruqing's figure enter the territory of Yujia Village, and then they couldn't see her anymore. They could only drag their heavy steps back to Changping Village.

As soon as I reached the gate of the courtyard, a carriage came speeding towards me on the main road. The driver was Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zi Chuan immediately spotted Sun Shi being helped along, wiping tears as she walked.

He was startled and jumped quickly out of the carriage.

"I just went to town, auntie three, what's going on? What happened again?" he asked hurriedly.

The grief had left Lady Sun without the strength to speak, so her eldest daughter answered for her.

"Tang YaZi stayed in Yujia Village to look after the few people sent from our village. Qing'er was not at ease with Tang YaZi, and she went too..."

“Ah?”

Mu Zi川 was greatly astonished.

Then Granny Da Sun continued, "We couldn't stop her. We just sent her out of the village, and by now she's probably already at Yu Jia Village... hey, Zichuan, where are you going?"

>Da Sun shouted, and everyone stared in surprise. Only to see Mu Zi Chuan had already run away like the wind.

In the distance, his voice carried: "I'm going to bring back Qinger!"

Mu Zichuan ultimately still couldn't catch up to Yang Ruqing.

On the way back, taking deep steps and shallow steps, my mind was a mess.

He didn't know how he got into the Yang family's courtyard, only that his feet carried him back.

"Zicchuan, how's it going? Did you catch up with my Qianger?"

Sun has been waiting in the main hall.

Mu Zichuan shook his head.

He will spend his whole life chasing after her, but he'll never catch up.

I had just left a little over an hour ago and went to the town to talk to the village head.

Back in the village, this happened.

Yujia Village is a heavily infected area. If Qing'er and Tang Ya Zi go in, they are bound to die.

Could it be that the last words spoken to her, and the last glance shared, just over an hour ago, would be the last of their lives?

Thinking of this, Mu Zichuan buried his head, his fingers gripping his hair tightly, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Seeing Mu Zi Chuan like this, Sun Shi’s tears flowed again.

“I should have thought of this ages ago. I know Qing'er’s temper...”

Mrs. Sun was helped aside by Dayan and Xiaohua, while Yang Huazhong came to Mu Zichuan's side.

The man raised his hand and patted Mu Zichuan's shoulder, not knowing what to say.

Qing'er’s feelings for Tang Ya Zi, the man understood.

Even the men can see that Zichuan has feelings for Qing'er.

The man shook his head, crouched down to the side, and uncomfortably trying to smoke a dry cigarette like Old Yang. He stuffed the dry pipe into his mouth...

Yujia Village.

This was not Yang Ruqing's first time visiting Yucun. She had come before to find people, run errands, or just pass through. She had been here many times.

In her impression, Yujiacun was located at the foot of Mianniushan. It was a small but warm and peaceful mountain village.

The village has a population of about a hundred, with approximately twenty to thirty households, all clustered together.

The village was nestled beside the towering Mount Niuniu, and a river flowed past its front. Let me know if you have more text you'd like me to translate!

The path into the village was an aging stone arch bridge spanning the river.

In the past, when this season arrived, lotus pods grew in the river at the front of the village. Children were busy picking lotus pods, and adults were busy farming.

One scene is full of prosperity.

And this time, the rubble and debris lay scattered, the ground a mess.

Every household's doors and windows were shut tight. There wasn't a sound of chickens or dogs in the courtyards, and no more smoke drifted from the chimneys.

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Passing through the village was like passing through a cemetery.

A pungent odor permeated the air, a mix of medicine, earth and wood ash, with hints of blood and rot.

Many households hang fine-mesh screens on their doors.

Yang Ruqing frowned. The custom in this area was that if a neighbor died, one had to hang a sieve at their front door to ward off evil spirits.

Along the way, I've seen many sieves. That means a lot of people have died.

In certain courtyards, there would occasionally be the sound of weeping and pained groans...

That is the last struggle a person makes before they die.

Yang Ruqing clutched her bag and basket tightly, her face as dark as water. She strode straight to the innermost farmhouse in the village.

Luo Fengtang and they were temporarily settled in that courtyard.

But the original owner of the yard, a family of four, all died from the plague.

The courtyard became an ownerless empty house, just right for settling those infected people sent from other villages.