The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 38 is quite united.
In the Yuan family compound, Yuan Musheng was trapped under three fallen wooden frames, with medicinal herbs scattered all over the ground.

He knew no one would come over at this time, so he didn't waste his energy shouting for help and instead tried to climb out on his own.

But his leg seemed to be broken; any movement caused him excruciating pain.

He reached out to push the wooden frame, but the weight of the three four-tiered solid wood frames stacked on top of each other was simply too much for him to handle.

Yuan Musheng was panting like an ox, gritting his teeth and straining, but the wooden frame remained motionless.

“No, I can’t push it.” Yuan Musheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head to look around, trying to find a handy tool.

However, the rainy night was moonless, and the oil lamp had been knocked over when the wooden frame collapsed. In the complete darkness, Yuan Musheng could not see anything around him at all.

Lightning flashed across the sky from time to time, but the brief glimmer of light filtering through the window was insufficient for Yuan Musheng to find what he needed amidst the scattered objects.

Yuan Musheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, recalling the words Rong Niangzi used to scold him.

"You even dared to pick herbs on cliffs? How come you didn't fall to your death? Who do you think you are? A chivalrous outlaw who flies around? You're just a useless doctor who can't lift a finger! What are you doing going to the edge of a cliff? What medicine could be more important than your life?"

"I was just excited to hunt, you... Ouch, ouch, ouch! My wife, be gentle."

"I think it's better to break it! You'll get burned by these herbs sooner or later!"

The words were still ringing in his ears when Yuan Musheng thought to himself, "Am I doomed now?"
But all the medicinal herbs at home had already been prepared, and there were many injured people in the village today, just when the medicine was needed. It was heartbreaking to see them ruined by the rain.

Having regained some strength, Yuan Musheng took a deep breath and pushed upwards with both hands against the edge of the wooden frame.

The wooden frame was slightly loose, and Yuan Musheng was overjoyed. Just as he was about to grit his teeth and exert more force, the ground and the house suddenly shook.

Another earthquake.

Lightning flashed past the window, and a beam came crashing down on Yuan Musheng's head.

Yuan Musheng was trapped under the wooden frame and couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

He stared wide-eyed in horror, thinking, "It's all over, I'm really going to die here today."

My wife, I'm so sorry!

Qiao'er, Lang'er, I'm so sorry! Remember to persuade your mother to remarry and not remain a widow for me!

A jumble of random thoughts flashed through his mind, and as the ground shook, Yuan Musheng felt as if he were being shaken into a hallucination.

How did he see the beam fly off?

Wait, when did he fly?
Yuan Musheng was stung by the rain hitting his face, which finally made him a little more awake.

He turned to look at Shang Wan, who was holding his head up with a straw hat and running wildly with him in her arms. He called out "Sister-in-law" but the rain drizzled off his words.

Shang Wan wiped the rain off her face, glanced at him, and asked, "What do you want to say?"

“Tung oil cloth can keep out the rain.” Yuan Musheng swallowed a mouthful of rainwater before saying, “We’re running out of medicinal herbs over there, so we need to take some over.”

Shang Wan picked him up and spun him around in a circle before going back to get her things.

Because of the aftershocks, a large part of the place where the Yuan family stored medicinal herbs collapsed, and many herbs were soaked. Yuan Musheng was heartbroken, but he knew that he couldn't take care of the herbs at the moment.

Shang lit the oil lamp and, under Yuan Musheng's direction, ran around to wrap the necessary medicinal herbs in oiled paper and put them into a large bamboo basket. He then wrapped the basket with two layers of tung oil cloth to keep out the rain.

"Let's go, close your eyes." Shang Wan hoisted the large bamboo basket onto her right shoulder, reached out and picked up the unresponsive Yuan Musheng, and hurried towards the direction where everyone was.

Yuan Musheng didn't close his eyes at first, but he couldn't withstand the cold slapping of the rain on his face. When Shang Wan finally put him down, Yuan Musheng felt as if he had been slapped dozens of times, his face numb. "You dead man!" Rong Niangzi ran over crying, grabbing Yuan Musheng and pounding his chest with her small fists. "Where did you run off to? I thought you were dead!"

Yuan Musheng, who already had a leg injury, was pushed by Rong Niangzi and fell to the ground, unable to stand steadily.

The crying woman was taken aback, hastily wiped away her tears and helped him up, "I didn't use much force, how did you fall?"

"It was my fault." Yuan Musheng knew that his wife was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, so he said softly, "I went back to get some medicinal herbs and my leg was hit by the medicine shelf. It's probably broken. You can hit me as much as you want after I get my leg set."

Upon hearing this, Madam Rong no longer cared about hitting him and hurriedly called out, "Lang'er, your father's leg is injured. Come over and help support him."

"I'll do it." Luo Lao Er stepped forward to help, and Rong Niangzi quickly thanked him.

Shang Wan put the large bamboo basket down in a sheltered spot and ran to check on her family.

Seeing her wet clothes clinging to her body, her hair soaked and clinging to her cheeks, and her whole body dripping with water, Lu Chengjing frowned so deeply that he could have trapped a fly.

"I'm wearing a straw hat." Shang Wan pointed to the straw hat on her head, not understanding why Lu Chengjing was suddenly angry.

Seeing that Shang Wan was completely unaware, Lu Chengjing felt helpless and sighed, "Wearing wet clothes will make you sick. Xiao Huan has some clean clothes. Go and change into something first."

Just then, Rong Niangzi ran over with a pot lid on her head, saying, "Sister-in-law, look how wet you are! Hurry up and go with your sister-in-law to change your clothes."

Shang Wan was pulled away by her.

The women stood with their backs to each other, creating a circular space for her to change clothes, while the men consciously turned their heads away and avoided looking in their direction.

Shang Wan changed her clothes quickly. The clothes that Rong Niangzi had prepared were just the right length, except that they were a little too wide at the waist.

Aunt Zhou brought a clean cloth to dry her hair. Shang Wan thanked her and took the cloth to dry her hair herself, asking a few questions about the earthquake that had just occurred.

Xiao Huan was also sheltering from the rain here with Yuan Yuan in her arms. The little one was woken up by the thunder, cried for a while, and then fell asleep again. She is sleeping soundly now.

Shang Wan poked the little guy's cheek, and a small dimple immediately appeared on his round, rosy face.

After discussing it for a while, the men in the village unwrapped the tung oil cloth and tied it to four newly erected wooden stakes, and a simple rain shelter was set up.

The villagers, who had been hiding under various shelters, moved into the sheds. Each family contributed their straw mats, which were hung around the sheds to block some of the wind and rain.

There are five rolls of tung oilcloth, which are usually used to cover medicinal herbs to prevent moisture. Now they have been turned into five rain shelters, which can barely fit all the villagers.

Those who had run indoors to avoid the rain returned and stayed with their families. This time, Zhang Er didn't need to lead a count; each family counted themselves, and everyone was there, not one missing.

Dan Dajun wrung out the corner of his clothes; he had gotten quite wet while helping to set up the rain shelter. He whispered to Shen Qi, "The people in this village are quite united."

The atmosphere in Willow Village is completely different from here. Almost everyone is looking out for themselves and protecting their own things tightly. They would never take anything out.

“Because we have a clear-headed leader,” Shen Qi glanced at the tired-looking old men, then focused his gaze on Shang Wan, Liu Cheng, Li Dashan and others, “and outstanding leaders as well.”

"If the core leadership is stable and the leader is capable of suppressing and holding the line, even if things get chaotic, it won't last long."

Dan Dajun nodded, "That saves us some trouble."

Shang Wan, her hair still half-dry, came over and looked at Shen Qi. "I need your help with something. Can we talk in private for a moment?"

Shen Qi secretly raised an eyebrow. What kind of help could this powerful person ask him for?

(End of this chapter)