Chapter 97: Baoya steps in, one person is worth three
Hearing his shout, Wu Dongmei and others who were walking in front turned around and went back.
"Third brother, what sound did you hear?" Yun Dalang asked.
"No, not really," Yun Sanlang said truthfully, "It was Baoya who suggested we go this way."
The prediction of heavy rain has come true. Now Baoya’s words are like an imperial edict to the people in front of her.
"Okay! Auntie will listen to Baoya!" Wu Dongmei responded very quickly.
Now she just wanted to find her husband as soon as possible, and she placed all her hopes on the little girl in front of her who was less than five years old.
Yun Dalang and Yun Erlang naturally had no objection, and they immediately went diagonally down the path.
They continued walking and calling for people. The rain came towards them and poured into their mouths like silver, causing several people to swallow some rainwater.
Yun Sanlang wrapped Bao Ya tightly, not letting her speak anymore, and let her lie on his shoulder obediently.
The further you go, the narrower and more rugged the path created by human hands becomes.
On both sides of the road were leafless trees. The bare branches swayed in the wind, and in the dark sky, they looked like ghosts with bared fangs and claws.
"Ahhh! Mother!"
Wu Dongmei, who was walking anxiously in front, suddenly screamed.
Yun Dalang followed closely behind her. Hearing the sound, he took two quick steps and looked ahead.
Erlang, who was following behind, and Sanlang, who was holding Baoya, also rushed over.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Wu?" Yun Sanlang was standing at the back and couldn't see clearly what was happening in front.
"That...that, that's...a hand, a hand!"
Wu Dongmei's voice was trembling violently.
Yun Dalang also saw it clearly at this time: "It seems so."
He carefully avoided the rubble on the ground and walked over to check, and found that the hand was not a severed hand that had fallen there, but was sticking out from under several large rocks that had collapsed in front of him.
The person must have been pressed underneath.
"There seems to be someone down there!" he said.
When Wu Dongmei heard this, she hurried over, but when she took a look, her head suddenly buzzed.
The hand was exposed under a pile of large rocks, and there was a patch of blue cloth on the sleeve of the earth-gray jacket.
Those were the clothes she had mended for Yang Daguang with her own hands!
"Big Brother Yang!"
Wu Dongmei cried out in a trembling voice, then rolled her eyes and fainted.
Yun Erlang was right behind her and quickly caught her: "What should we do?"
"Let's see if the person is alive first." Yun Sanlang said from behind.
At this time, Xiao Baoya also stood up from Yun Sanlang's arms, staring at that side with a pair of star-like eyes.
Yun Dalang quickly felt the pulse of that hand.
"He's still jumping! He's not dead!" He exclaimed softly, making everyone present breathe a sigh of relief.
However, if we want to save people now, we must first move away the huge rocks that are pressing on them.
Yun Dalang let out a long breath and looked up. He saw that on top of the pile of rocks there was a large tree broken in half, obviously struck by lightning.
The tree was as thick as a man's waist, and it sat perfectly on top of the pile of rocks. If you wanted to move the rocks, you had to move the tree first.
Yun Dalang looked back at his two younger brothers and weighed his own strength.
Three grown men should be able to do it, but it will take some effort.
No one knows how long Yang Daguang has been detained here, they have to hurry.
The three brothers were in sync with each other, looked at each other and nodded.
Yun Erlang supported the unconscious Wu Dongmei and settled her in a place with fewer trees not far away, where she leaned against a rock.
Yun Sanlang placed Baoya next to Wu Dongmei, straightened the umbrella that had been blown over, and put it into Baoya's hand.
"Baoya, hold the umbrella and stay here with your Aunt Wu. Dad and your two uncles will go and rescue people."
Baoya nodded obediently, holding an umbrella that was torn by the wind and sitting with Wu Dongmei, but her eyes were fixed on what was happening over there with Yun Sanlang without blinking.
The situation for the three men of the Yun family was not optimistic either. The pile of rocks was almost half the height of an adult, and it was wet and slippery. They had no choice but to lean over to lift the big tree, and they did not dare to step directly on the pile of rocks.
If you don't step on any stone properly, the pile of stones will collapse and the people below will be in trouble.
But lifting it this way was too strenuous. After three people worked hard for a long time, they only managed to move the tree slightly.
"We need to find a rope to pull it." Yun Dalang said.
Erlang and Saburo both nodded.
"Then you keep it, I'll go home and get it."
He was about to leave after he finished speaking, but when he turned around, he saw Baoya standing behind them.
"Baoya, didn't Daddy tell you to stay over there with Aunt Wu?" Yun Sanlang saw that her exposed hair was soaked, with rain running down her forehead, and he felt distressed.
"Your uncle wants to go home to get a rope. Would you like to go back with your uncle first?" he said.
Baoya shook her head: "Dad, uncle doesn't need to go back. Let me try."
"What?" Yun Sanlang was soaked all over, and his brain was a little unclear at the moment.
"Daddy, put me up there." Baoya didn't waste any more words with him and pointed to the pile of big rocks.
Originally, she didn't want to take action, but if she delayed any further, Uncle Yang's life might be in danger, so she had no choice but to do it herself.
Although her grandmother had told her before that she should not reveal her divine power unless it was absolutely necessary.
But she thought that in the current situation, this should be considered a last resort, and her whole family already knew about her apprenticeship, so this one thing shouldn't be a big deal...
But Yun Sanlang hadn't figured out what Baoya was up to yet, so he coaxed her, "Baoya, be obedient. Go home with your uncle first. This isn't the time to play."
Baoya kicked her short legs and said, "I'm not playing! Dad, put me up there quickly! We have to save Uncle Yang!"
Her tone was urgent, a little tearful, and her face was full of seriousness.
It was the first time that Yun Sanlang saw such an expression on the baby's face, and he subconsciously did as he was told.
He placed Baoya on a relatively flat stone and asked her to bend down and hug the big tree.
Yun Dalang and Yun Erlang were watching from the side and were also confused.
Yun Dalang said, "Third brother, the rain must have made you stupid! Why did you put Baoya up there and cause trouble..."
Before he could utter the word "me", he saw the little baby standing on the pile of rocks bend down and pick up the broken tree with ease.
Baoya didn't feel the tree was heavy at all when she was holding it, but the tree was a little big, and her arms and legs were short, so it was a bit inconvenient.
With her little hands clinging to the tree trunk and finding a suitable position, Baoya lifted the tree up with both hands and threw it aside!
The three men next to them had eyes as big as copper bells, and their mouths were opened in unison, enough to fit a duck egg.
There was a dull "bang" sound, and the broken tree was thrown aside, rolled twice, and hit a big tree not far away, splashing a lot of raindrops.
While the three men were still stunned, Baoya had already bent down, picked up some large stones and threw them aside.
Yun Dalang blinked, reached out and patted Yun Sanlang who was standing next to him: "Third brother, pinch me quickly, why do I feel like I'm hallucinating!"
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