The corner of Yi Jiancong's eye twitched.
Before setting off, Yang Silong's condition improved, and a few people got together and cooked some leftover food in a pot.
Yi Jiancong got a bowl of sweet wine lees from somewhere.
The smell of sweet wine lees is very fragrant. It is a good thing that can restore qi and blood.
Yi Jiancong took it out and prepared to pour the entire jar into the pot.
Xu Qingrou shouted, "Wait a moment."
Yi Jiancong's hand paused.
Xu Qingrou smiled at him and scooped out a large piece of it with a spoon: "Longlong has just recovered from his illness, I will feed Longlong a spoonful first."
Yi Jiancong obediently handed over the palm-sized jar.
Yang Sizhu licked her dry lips.
The sweet wine lees are really fragrant. I don’t know if it’s because they were overcooked, but there’s a faint smell of aromatic volatile agents.
The heat made people's brains a little dull.
Yang Rong followed closely behind Yang Silong and scooped away another large spoonful.
Yang Sizhu felt something was wrong, but couldn't put it into words, and it was soon suppressed by her dissatisfaction with being given too little.
"Jiancong, you eat too." Xu Qingrou said.
Yi Jiancong smiled: "It's okay, you guys eat, I've eaten before."
The lees are swallowed.
Yang Sizhu felt that the taste was a little strange.
But this is nothing, as they have been eating a lot of spoiled food these days.
Burning sensation in the stomach.
At first, Yang Sizhu thought it was the warmth brought by the food.
The burning quickly turned into a stinging pain.
"Longlong!" Xu Qingrou's hands shook and she dropped the bowl.
Yang Shilong's body twitched violently and he was wrapped in the quilt like a tumbling worm.
The pot was overturned and the soup spilled all over the floor.
Yang Rong was about to stand up to check on his son's condition, but then he squatted down again, holding his abdomen.
Yi Jiancong was still laughing.
Yang Rong looked at him in horror: "You, you poisoned me!"
Yang Sizhu ran to the side and scratched her throat hard.
Yi Jiancong tore off Hele's disguise, and his face showed strong hatred. He said viciously: "My child is dead, what qualifications do you have to go to the underground shelter? Don't go, stay, and die together..."
Yang Rong was both hurt and angry: "Your daughter's death has nothing to do with me."
Yi Jiancong said in a cold tone: "You pushed open her window. She was wearing thermal underwear and covered with a blanket. There was a fire barrel burning in the room. How could she freeze to death?"
"At first I was thinking, who pushed open the window?"
Yang Sizhu felt that Yi Jiancong seemed to glance at her. She stepped back repeatedly, trembling.
"Then I realized, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all. Anyway, your family is no good, just die, die die die die."
Yi Jiancong held the steel sheet in his hand and stabbed Yang Rong without hesitation.
Yang Rong was hit hard again, and he uttered through his teeth: "You, you are crazy."
Over there, Yang Silong had just recovered from a serious illness. After twitching violently, he fell silent under the quilt. Xu Qingrou rushed over and said, "Longlong!"
Blood was gushing out from Yang Rong's ribs.
Yi Jiancong was grinning, and Yang Sizhu was huddled in the corner, screaming.
In the fire bucket, water splashed on the red-hot coals, making crackling sounds.
Yi Jiancong pulled out the steel sheet and walked towards Yang Sizhu.
He tilted his head to look at Yang Sizhu's face, looking a little confused. He whispered, "You and my daughter are actually a bit similar. I've also wondered if my daughter will look like you when she grows up."
His expression changed, sometimes ferocious, sometimes gentle.
Finally he raised his hands and gritted his teeth: "But you killed her!"
With a bang.
Yang Sizhu thought she was going to die.
Yi Jiancong fell to the ground with a bowl-sized cut on his head.
Xu Qingrou picked up the pot on the ground and smashed it on Yi Jiancong's head with the pot and water in it.
Yang Rong has fainted.
Xu Qingrou was still in shock, so she ordered the only person on the field who could still move, Yang Sizhu.
"Go out and call for help."
Yang Sizhu crawled out.
Yang Rong was an employee of the community center. The community arrived half an hour later and even dispatched a doctor to the scene.
Yang Rong was carried away.
Xu Qingrou hugged Yang Silong and cried.
Yang Silong was no longer alive. He was taken away by the community funeral home.
He did not die from poisoning but from choking on his vomit.
Xu Qingrou was pulled up from the ground, and she was numb.
Two hours ago, everything was fine. She never expected that things would turn out like this.
Yang Sizhu was taken away for questioning.
She was like a quail, and would scream at the slightest provocation.
Can't tell you any useful information.
Xu Qingrou was completely clueless when asked.
The community staff were not surprised and the questioning was just routine interrogation.
There are many things that have happened after natural disasters that have refreshed people's bottom line. This one is far from the top in terms of outrageousness or tragedy.
The work in the community will soon cease, and when everyone moves over, they will have to find another way out.
You must do your job as long as you are a monk.
On the way out, I passed by the door of Tan Wanwan's house. Since Tan Wanwan's death, this place has almost become a brothel.
Two women, dressed in dusty clothes, were leaning against the door, holding a bowl of hot water in their hands.
The woman on the left has no features that resemble the former Chen Caili.
The staff gave a routine warning, and Chen Caili just smiled, looking indifferent.
Yang Rong stayed at the community center for five days, which was his last employee benefit.
Then he limped back on his own, leaning on a crutch.
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