The space boss's daily life of raising cubs, loving husbands and farming

At Yuan's house, Yuan Musheng was crushed under three fallen wooden racks, and medicinal herbs were scattered all over the ground.

He knew that no one would come at this time, so he didn't waste his energy shouting for help, but gathered his strength to try to climb out by himself.

But his legs seemed to be broken, and it hurt terribly whenever he moved.

He reached out to push the wooden rack, but the weight of three four-layer solid wooden racks stacked on top of each other was simply beyond his ability.

Yuan Musheng was panting like a cow, gritting his teeth and pushing hard, but the wooden frame remained motionless.

"No, I can't push it." Yuan Musheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head and looked around, trying to find if there was any handy tool.

However, it was a moonless rainy night, and the oil lamp had been knocked over when the wooden frame fell. In the darkness, Yuan Musheng could not see clearly what was around him.

Lightning flashed across the sky from time to time, but the brief moment of light that came through the window was not enough for Yuan Musheng to find what he needed among a pile of scattered things.

Yuan Musheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking back to the words that Rong Niang had said to him in the past.

"You even dared to pick herbs on the cliff, how come you didn't fall to death? Who do you think you are? A flying outlaw? You are just a doctor who can't carry anything! Why are you going to the cliff to join in the fun? What medicine can be more important than your life?"

"I'm just excited to see the prey, you... ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch! Madam, please be gentle."

"I'd rather see it broken! Sooner or later, you'll be killed by these herbs!"

The words were still fresh in his ears, and Yuan Musheng thought to himself, isn't he doomed now?

But the medicinal herbs at home had already been prepared. Many people were injured in the village today, and it was the time to use the medicine, but they were destroyed by the rain. He felt sad.

After regaining some strength, Yuan Musheng took a deep breath, put his hands on the edge of the wooden frame and pushed upwards.

The wooden frame was slightly loose, and Yuan Musheng was delighted. He was about to grit his teeth and increase his strength when suddenly the ground and the house shook.

There was another earthquake.

Lightning flashed outside the window, and a beam fell straight on Yuan Musheng's head.

Yuan Musheng was pressed down by the wooden frame and couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

He widened his eyes in horror. It was all over. He was really going to die here today.

My wife, I am sorry for you!

Qiao'er, Lang'er, Daddy is so sorry for you! Remember to persuade your mother to remarry, don't be a widow for me!

A bunch of messy thoughts flashed through his mind. As the ground shook, Yuan Musheng felt like he was hallucinating.

Why did he see the beam flying away?

Wait, when did he fly?

Yuan Musheng was hit by the rain in his face and it hurt him so much that he finally came to his senses.

He turned his head to look at Shang Wan, who was holding the hat on his head and running with him. As soon as he shouted "sister-in-law", his words were washed away by the rain.

Shang Wan shook the rain off his face and glanced at him, "What do you want to say?"

"Tung oil cloth can keep out the rain." Yuan Musheng swallowed a mouthful of rainwater and said, "There's not enough medicinal materials over there. We need to bring some over."

Shang Wan carried him around in a circle and went back to get the things.

Because of the aftershock just now, more than half of the place where the Yuan family stored medicinal materials collapsed, and many medicinal materials were soaked. Yuan Musheng was heartbroken, but he also knew that he had no time to collect the medicinal materials at this moment.

Shang Wan lit the oil lamp, and under the command of Yuan Musheng, ran to wrap the necessary medicinal materials in oil paper and put them into a large bamboo basket, which he then wrapped with two layers of tung oil cloth to keep the rain out.

"Let's go, close your eyes." Shang Wan carried the large bamboo basket on his right shoulder, reached out to pick up Yuan Musheng, who had no time to react, and rushed in the direction of the crowd.

Yuan Musheng didn't close his eyes at first, but he couldn't resist the cold rain hitting his face. When Shang Wan finally put him down, Yuan Musheng felt like he had been slapped dozens of times and his face was numb.

"You dead man!" Rong ran over crying, grabbed Yuan Musheng and pounded on his chest with his fists, "Where have you been? I thought you were dead!"

Yuan Musheng already had an injured leg, and after being pushed by Madam Rong, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Mrs. Rong, who was crying to vent her anger, was stunned. She wiped away her tears and helped him up. "I didn't use much force. Why did you fall?"

"I was wrong." Yuan Musheng knew that his wife was a soft-hearted person with a hard mouth, so he said softly, "I went back to get some herbs, and my leg was hit by the medicine shelf. It's probably broken. Wait until I connect my leg, then you can hit me as you like."

Upon hearing this, Rong Madam had no time to hit him and hurriedly shouted, "Lang'er, your father's leg is injured, come over and help hold him up."

"I'll do it." Luo Laoer stepped forward to help, and Madam Rong quickly thanked him.

Shang Wan put the big bamboo basket in a place where it was sheltered from the rain and ran to check on his family first.

Seeing her wet clothes sticking to her body, her hair soaked and sticking to her cheeks, and her whole body dripping with water, Lu Chengjing's brows were furrowed so tightly that he could pinch a fly to death.

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

Seeing that Shang Wan was unaware, Lu Chengjing felt helpless and sighed, "Wearing wet clothes will make you sick. Xiaohuan has clean clothes. Go change first."

At this moment, Rong Niangzi came running over with a pot cover on her head, "Sister-in-law, you are all wet. Go and change your clothes with me."

Shang Wan was pulled away by her.

The women stood together with their backs to each other, creating a circular space for her to change clothes. The men consciously turned their heads away and didn't look in her direction.

Shang Wan changed clothes very quickly. The clothes prepared by Madam Rong were quite suitable in length except that the waist was a bit wide.

Aunt Zhou brought a clean cloth to wipe her hair. Shang Wan thanked her and took it to wipe her hair herself, and asked a few words about the earthquake.

Xiaohuan was also hiding from the rain here with Yuanyuan in his arms. The little guy was woken up by the thunder, cried for a while, and then fell asleep again. He is sleeping soundly now.

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

After discussing for a while, the men in the village pulled open the tung oil cloth and tied it to four existing wooden stakes, and a simple rain shelter was built.

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

There are five rolls of tung oil cloth, which are usually used to cover medicinal materials to prevent moisture. Now they have become five awnings that can barely accommodate all the villagers.

Those who had fled indoors to avoid the rain have returned and are staying with their families. This time there is no need for Zhang Er to lead people to take inventory. Each family has lit up their own door, and everyone is there, not one missing.

Shan Dajun twisted the corner of his clothes. He had just helped to build the awning and got quite wet. He whispered to Shen Qi, "The people in this village are quite united."

The atmosphere in Willow Village is completely different from this side. Almost every family takes care of their own things and protects their own things very tightly. How could they take them out?

"Because there are clear-headed backbones," Shen Qi glanced at the tired old men, and then set his eyes on Shang Wan, Liu Cheng, Li Dashan and others, "and there are also outstanding leaders."

"The backbone is stable, the leader can bear the pressure, and even if there is chaos, it will not last long."

Shan Dajun nodded, "It saves us a lot of effort."

Shang Wan came over with half-dried hair and looked at Shen Qi, "I need your help with something. How about I talk to you for a moment?"

Shen Qi raised his eyebrows secretly. What kind of help could this powerful man ask him for?