Three Hundred and Eighty-Seven: Dongqing Earthquake (19)

Behind him, a servant asked in a hoarse voice, "My dear... is this... still alive..."

He seemed to be afraid of startling someone, and his voice sounded cautious. Not only him, but others also had the same reaction. Ｗｗ』Ｗ． 』ＬｉｅＷｅｎ． Ｃｃ

She handed the torch to the servant and said coldly, "She is dead... Help me hold the torch, the child is still alive."

The servant did as he was told. He stepped sideways to change the lighting angle to prevent the shadow from blocking his sight.

Jiang Pengji went down to the ruins and moved the heavy objects that were pressing on the woman. The broken legs and femurs were almost flattened on the ground.

The audience in the live broadcast room did not dare to look directly at it, and even the live broadcast barrage stopped. No one dared to talk about it, as if they were afraid of disturbing the dead.

Jiang Pengji half-knelt down and tried to raise her hand to move the woman away, but she didn't expect that the woman's body was already stiff and fixed. She looked down and saw that the woman used her front and arms to provide a small space, in which a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes lay.

Her fingertips touched the other's dead and stiff skin, and she whispered, "I'm sorry."

After moving away, the woman's body still maintained the shape of the arched back, which made everyone's eyes sore.

"This child is not injured, but he cried all day, and his throat is probably injured. In addition, he didn't eat all day, so he was a little hungry." Jiang Pengji checked the child a little. Except for the weak cry, there was nothing else. It can be seen that the woman took good care of him.

Jiang Pengji held the child in her arms and coaxed him gently. The child was easy to coax. He held him and rocked him gently, and soon he stopped crying, but his nose was still twitching, looking very pitiful. The servant looked at the child, then at the woman, and asked in a low voice.

"My dear... what should we do with that lady? Should we transport her back?"

"Send her back. The weather is hot now, and it's not easy to preserve the body. If we keep it like this, it will rot and grow maggots in three or five days. The dead are the most important, so we should transport them back and bury them together, so that they can rest in peace." Jiang Pengji answered in a low voice, fearing that she would scare the child in her arms.

The servant nodded, and was about to move the woman out with the people around him, when Jiang Pengji spoke again.

"Do you know which family this area belongs to?"

Jiang Pengji looked at the woman's dress and the appearance of the body, and guessed her relationship with the child. In this world, a child who was born less than two months old would not grow up without the protection of his elders and relatives, and even if he grew up, his life would be quite difficult.

If we knew which family he was from, we might be able to find the child's clan relatives in the future.

However, Shangjing City is so big, and those servants were either brought from outside by Jiang Pengji or Feng Jin, or they were young and strong people living in civilian areas. How could they know the news of each household? After asking around, no one could explain clearly, so Jiang Pengji could only sigh and give up.

She had a complete map of Shangjing in her mind, and by comparing the area slightly, she could find the specific location of the nearby ruins.

"Forget it, let's look for it slowly later."

Jiang Pengji wanted to hand the child to the servants and let them take the female corpse and the child back to the camp, but the child just left her arms and immediately cried again, crying no louder than a kitten, and his fists kept scratching in the air. The look of attachment made people feel unbearable.

[Nutrient Express]: Before watching the live broadcast, I never thought that my tear glands would be so developed.

[Three Squirrels Snacks]: I am a big man, but now I cry like a woman, crying and typing at the same time, and others think I am crazy... Anchor, this child is so pitiful, just hug him again, if he keeps crying like this, he will cry badly.

[Boss Cao's wife]: There are more than one orphan children who have lost their parents in natural disasters. Do you want to build an orphanage to adopt these children who have lost their parents in natural disasters? In modern times, there are orphanages that will take in these children. In ancient society, if there were no kind people, these children would either starve to death or die of disease, or become beggars and survive every day.

The barrage of 66 has increased, and the content is mostly heavy. In fact, no one dares to smile at this time.

Jiang Pengji lowered her eyelids and glanced at the child's red face.

Before the earthquake, this child should have been born in a wealthy family. The child's mother's clothes and makeup were very delicate, and the child was also raised to be white and plump, looking very pleasing. However, she has never been a person who is easily moved by external things.

No matter how miserable the child cried, Jiang Pengji still handed the child out.

If she coaxed him, what would happen to the other people waiting for rescue?

If she took the child with her to rescue, what if an accident happened and she couldn't take care of him?

[Old Driver Lian Meng]: In fact, it is disrespectful to life to hold the child and coax him emotionally at this time.

Jiang Pengji made the most correct decision, but the child couldn't understand it now.

The servant held the child and saw him crying so hard. Thinking of the child's mother, he suddenly felt soft-hearted, "My dear... this..."

Jiang Pengji thought about it, raised her hand and tore off a large piece of her coat, and then wrapped the child with the clean layer inside.

If this still didn't work, she had no choice.

Miraculously, the child smelled a familiar smell, sobbed pitifully for a while, and slowly stopped.

"He is smart."

In this family, in addition to the child protected by the woman, there are two other survivors.

One was an old man who looked a little old. According to Jiang Pengji's judgment, he was probably the housekeeper. The other was a plain-looking woman. Jiang Pengji checked her and found that she had enough milk. Judging from her clothes and the place where she lived, she should be a wet nurse.

Except for these three people who survived, the other seventeen people all died.

Seeing the bodies being carried out one after another, many people have become numb.

"Keep looking, and transport these bodies back. Find a place to bury them together tonight."

Now it is a hot summer day. The bodies rot very quickly. If there is another heavy rain, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of terrible plague will break out when the water source is polluted... The best way is to burn the bodies, but she thinks this proposal is difficult to accept.

Fortunately, Jiang Pengji knows how to deal with the bodies and can make simple "disinfectant". She had taken the time to exchange 1,000 dan of food and various medicinal materials from the mall. As long as Xiaoyu transported the things back, the piled up bodies can be dealt with.

"Let's search over there..." Jiang Pengji paused for a moment, then stood up and continued working.

On the other side, Xu Ke had already found the "granary" drawn on Jiang Pengji's map, as well as the place where another medicine shop stored medicinal materials.

In order not to arouse suspicion, Jiang Pengji exchanged for rice that had been stored for one or two years.

However, at this time, it was good to have something to eat, and who cared whether it was old rice or new rice.

"Load all these into the car..."

After a whole day, Xu Ke finally showed a trace of relief on his face.