Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

The shouts grew louder and louder, and Yang Jianguo, who had just leaned against the main beam to rest, immediately stood up straight.

"Zhang Chao, come with me and take a look." He took off running outside.

He slowed down a couple of steps at the door, turned around and shouted to Li Yaoguo, "Yaoguo, tell everyone to hurry up and clean up, and be careful."

The people in the workshop were still completely bewildered!

Should we follow them and see what's going on?

Fighting for yourself is courageous.

To risk one's life for others is to be great.

Great people are extremely rare, as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Besides, the dangers of the special workshop are not over yet!

The snow on this area is piling up thicker and thicker; if we don't clear it quickly, all our previous work will have been for nothing.

Standing still, the heat dissipated.

Qin Huairu, who was feeling cold all over, hesitated whether to follow them to take a look.

I hadn't thought about anything before, and I didn't know what fear was.

But when I heard that Workshop 3 had collapsed, a wave of fear washed over me.

What if something goes wrong with me?

There are three children in the family, what should I do?

Chapter 217 It Collapsed, and My Master Didn't Get Out

Countless images flashed through my mind: marrying Jia Dongxu, transforming from a country bumpkin into a semi-city dweller.

There were the good days when she was first pregnant, and the family joy after the birth of her son.

There were also those who had a child, and over time, resentment accumulated from trivial matters.

Then Jia Dongxu got into trouble and became disabled, and the family's world collapsed.

She could only earn money by doing odd jobs, and she was pregnant with Huaihua.

With the help of others and the care of the factory, he crawled forward on his knees.

For a bite to eat, a white flour bun, people are willing to take advantage of others.

Even if you're unwilling, you have to endure it and put on a smiling face.

How are they any different from prostitutes in ancient times?

He looks down on everyone and despises everyone.

They were all thinking of taking advantage of her, until Yang Jianguo gave her hope.

From nothing to something, I picked up my lost face, dignity, and confidence one by one.

Put it in your pocket.

Leaning forward slightly, Qin Huai rushed forward as if on air: "Master Li, I'm going with my master to take a look."

"Hey, wait a minute, I..." Before he could finish speaking, he went out. Li Yaoguo said sullenly, "I'm with you."

Seeing that Qin Huairu had already left, Li Yaoguo thought for a moment and said, "Everyone, hurry up and clear the snow, let's go and lend a hand."

From afar, Qin Huairu could see the terrible state of the third workshop.

Half of the workshop roof collapsed, and the other half was also teetering on the brink of collapse, clearly not going to hold for much longer.

Several workers lay on the open ground outside, covered in blood and groaning, with someone tending to them.

Qin Huai looked around but couldn't find Yang Jianguo.

"Where is my master? Has anyone seen my master?"

Qin Huai shouted to the people outside, and someone immediately replied, "Master Yang has led people in to rescue people, there are still..."

Crash! Bang!

The half of Workshop 3 that was still standing also collapsed.

thump.

Upon witnessing this scene, Qin Huairu sat slumped on the ground, her eyes glazed over.

No more, nothing left.

Hope, drive, effort, the desire to live a good life, and ambition that commands respect.

She longed for Yang Jianguo, her mentor, to praise her as "good."

With half of the workshop collapsing, the pillar that had been rebuilt in my heart crumbled.

"What's going on? Get out of the way, get out of the way!" After shoving aside the drivers blocking his way, Director Yang rushed over, looking disheveled.

"What's going on? Is anyone inside?"

Looking around, I noticed that everyone's eyes were filled with grief and avoidance.

Factory Director Yang suddenly noticed Qin Huairu sitting on the ground, looking utterly dejected, which made his heart clench.

He was inspecting and holding a meeting at the factory below when it snowed.

When they realized something was wrong, the higher-ups called the commune, and Director Yang immediately rushed back.

But the car stopped when it reached the outskirts of Beijing. The heavy snow and the people fleeing the disaster trying to enter the city had completely blocked the road.

I contacted the staff at the front, but they couldn't help me either.

With such heavy snow, even if he wanted to clear it, he couldn't find a way out.

Finally, the other party gave him an idea.

Once you get past this road in the suburbs and onto the main road into the city, it will be much easier to travel.

However, cars definitely can't drive in.

After parking the car on the side of the road and asking the other party to look after it, Director Yang and the driver walked into the city through the snow.

After finally getting into the city, they found that there were no buses or tricycles, so they had to keep running towards the factory.

They rushed as fast as they could, panting heavily and looking disheveled, but finally arrived.

What they saw was a collapsed factory and injured workers.

And there was Qin Huairu, slumped to the side, looking like a living dead person.

"Qin Huairu, Qin Huairu..." Seeing that she didn't react, Director Yang didn't care about the influence of men and women.

He grabbed her by the collar, shook her violently, and asked, "Qin Huairu, Master Yang, where is your master?"

"My master?" Qin Huairu's eyes finally focused.

Looking into the collapsed workshop, my vision blurred. "They said my master was inside... and didn't come out."

With a whoosh, Li Yaoguo arrived with a group of people.

"Where's Jianguo? Where is he?" Li Yaoguo was a little flustered when he didn't see Yang Jianguo.

He had just cleared some of the snow when he arrived with his men.

Why do you all look a little off?

And Qin Huairu, are you mourning?

"What are you doing? Get up." Li Yaoguo pulled Qin Huairu, his expression turning sour.

He had realized what had happened, but he just couldn't believe it: "I'm asking you a question, where's Jianguo, where are they?"

The worker being stared at took a step back and turned his head away, not daring to meet his gaze.

Li Yaoguo strode forward, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up by the head: "Where is he? Where is Yang Jianguo?"

"Li Yaoguo, put him down!" Factory Director Yang shouted angrily, "Put him down!"

His pale fingers slowly loosened, and he put the person down. Li Yaoguo supported himself on his knees, panting heavily.

He felt like he couldn't breathe and was suffocating.

Looking at the mess in front of me, and then thinking of Yang Jianguo under the collapsed workshop.

Factory Director Yang felt dizzy and lost his ability to think.

At this moment, Master Hao was chatting amicably with a coworker, learning from him what had happened earlier.

"Thank you, rest now!" After telling him to continue lying down, Master Hao got up, stubbed out his cigarette, and walked forward.

"A few of you, get some tools and come with me to dig people out."

Master Hao rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly and shouted, "Get the hell moving!"

With Master Hao's encouragement, everyone finally felt reassured.

Some were looking for tools, some were calling for help, some were running to contact emergency services to borrow vehicles, and Qin Huairu also got up from the ground.

She wiped away her tears and was about to step forward to help, but Director Yang stopped her.

"You need to go back and invite Jian Guo's wife, your teacher's wife, to come here."

Upon hearing this, Qin Huai shook his head: "Factory manager, let someone else go. I can't do it. We haven't found anyone yet!"

She understood what Director Yang meant; regardless of the situation, the family should be notified, both morally and logically.

There are some things that only Li Ying can make a decision about.

Therefore, Director Yang's decision was correct.

But could someone else do it? She really can't do it.

Thinking of the harmonious days when Yang Jianguo and Li Ying were a loving couple, Qin Huairu felt a tightness in her chest.

"Who's going?"

Factory Director Yang wrung out the water from his clothes, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Your senior brother is inside, you're here."

"If you don't go, who will?" Facing Director Yang's stern gaze, Qin Huairu closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

When he opened his eyes again, he turned and ran towards the factory gate.

Now that she'd decided to notify them, she had to hurry. "God, Buddha, please, nothing bad should happen."

'My master is such a good person, may Buddha protect him, may Bodhisattva protect him, may he turn misfortune into good fortune, may Bodhisattva protect him…'

It was pitch black. When Yang Jianguo opened his eyes, all he could see was darkness.

Just as he was about to stand up, his head hit the board above him.

As consciousness gradually returned, he recalled what had happened before he lost consciousness.

He came over with Zhang Chao and learned that someone in the workshop had been injured by falling debris.

So they rushed in to rescue the person.

It went quite smoothly at first; seven or eight of them were successfully sent out.

With only two people left, they said it would be over in one trip.

Before I even got close to the workshop, the ceiling collapsed with a loud crash.

He also fainted and lost consciousness.

So, he must be buried under the workshop and snow now?

I tried moving my body, and I could feel my hands and feet.

I touched my head again, and there was no pain or wetness, so I should be fine.

"Zhang Chao, Zhang Chao." Reaching out and feeling around, Yang Jianguo grabbed a leg.

He knew Zhang Chao should be by his side when the two of them came in together.

Yang Jianguo shook him hard and shouted, "Zhang Chao, speak up, is that you?"

"Cough, cough cough..." He shook the person awake.

"Master, cough..."