There was another tremor before dawn.
Many of the houses that looked intact before collapsed in this earthquake.
Many people, because they couldn't bear to part with their belongings and thought everything was fine, went into their houses under the cover of darkness with torches to rummage through their things, only to be injured or killed by falling objects.
Well, even if you don't believe in superstitions, you might still encounter ghosts.
It's okay if you lack common sense, just be obedient.
The prefect has already issued a notice, and the specific countermeasures are clear.
No matter how valuable the things in the house are, are they more important than your life?
Besides, is rummaging through things in the dark a way to prove that you have good eyesight, or that you know how to manage a household well?
You may move yourself to tears, but you'll also hurt yourself in the process.
This earthquake was a result of Lord Duan's decisive actions.
In fact, only a very small number of people died or were injured during the first earthquake.
But in the subsequent aftershocks, countless people were killed or injured. Who can we blame?
It's a pity that Lord Duan's decisive decision ruined his excellent political achievements, which were destroyed by these ignorant people.
However, compared to the disaster situation in other prefectures, Lingnan Prefecture suffered the least damage.
Post-disaster reconstruction is the most troublesome thing.
Because the provincial examination is scheduled for a few days later, the inn has recently been filled with scholars, including candidates and teachers.
Scholars are generally not in good health.
After last night's torrential rain and earthquake, many people developed fevers after catching a chill and being frightened.
I don't dare go back to the inn to stay, since the inn hasn't been fully checked and its safety hasn't been confirmed yet.
As a result, the entrance to the pharmacy in the prefectural city was crowded with people, and the medicine for treating typhoid fever and fever was quickly sold out.
Post-disaster reconstruction is a massive undertaking, and Lord Duan has practically plucked all his hair out.
Early in the morning, Zhao Qingyan cooked a big pot of shredded chicken noodles, but it was a bit spicy.
Worried that everyone might have caught a chill last night, I generously added about half a pound of shredded ginger to the noodles while making them.
Even though people eat a lot of chili peppers every day, the spiciness of ginger is not so easy to accept.
While the eight people on this side were sweating profusely as they ate, the Zhao family, far away in Qingshan Xiaozhu, were filled with worry.
There was a tremor in Zhao Village last night, but it wasn't too serious. In particular, the houses in Qingshan Xiaozhu are all wooden buildings and are new, so there was no problem with houses collapsing.
Children like Qingbei and Qinglian were completely unaware and slept soundly until dawn.
The reason the Zhao family took it so seriously was because early that morning, the person in charge of the pigsty came to report...
Only then did the Zhao family realize that the earth had turned upside down last night, and it wasn't just a dream.
"There was an earthquake last night. Apart from a few piglets being killed by falling tiles from the pigsty, were any of you injured?"
Zhao Changgeng asked.
"Replying to your question, sir, it was Yuan Er on duty last night."
At the time of the earthquake, he was inspecting the pigsty. He couldn't run fast enough and was hit on the back by falling tiles. He's been treated and is fine; his other brothers are all unharmed.
Cen Jiu clasped his hands in a fist salute and replied.
Zhao Changgeng breathed a sigh of relief.
"As long as he's alright, that's good. But we still need to find a doctor to check on Yuan Er's injuries."
As for the pigsty renovation, I will go over and take a look later to determine the renovation plan.
How is the situation in the village? Has anyone had an accident? Have any houses been damaged?
Cen Jiu clasped his hands in a fist salute again and said,
"I went to check early this morning, and there are problems with seven houses in total, some more or less. Half of the wall is rotten because the thatch on the roof has not been replaced for several years."
First, the house leaked after being hit by heavy rain, and then the roof collapsed due to the rain.
Fortunately, there were no casualties, and the village chief has already gone there.
After asking the questions he was concerned about, Zhao Changgeng told Cen Jiu to go back to the pigsty at the foot of the mountain to work.
“Our mother has a good eye. These pigs she bought have a story behind them. Ordinary farmers wouldn’t be so calm and composed.”
The eldest aunt couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes, Mother's judgment is certainly good. I'll go down the mountain to take a look in a bit."
There was an earthquake here, I wonder what the situation is like in the prefectural city. I'm worried about Father's luck with the exams..."
Aunt Zhao naturally understood the unspoken meaning behind Zhao Changgeng's words, but she dared not overthink it, and instead encouraged him:
"My husband, please don't overthink it. Father will surely be blessed with good fortune."
My dear daughter and the wandering master are both by my side. One has seen immortals, and the other is a real living immortal.
I'm sure I can get my parents out of danger.
Besides, even if Father doesn't participate in the imperial examination this time, he'll still be a Xiucai (a successful candidate in the lowest level of the imperial examinations), so he shouldn't be unlucky, right...?
The aunt's tone became increasingly guilty as she spoke, wondering how her father-in-law's luck in the exam could turn around so drastically.
But it's really hard to say whether my father-in-law committed some terrible sin in his past life or was a cultivator who came here to undergo tribulation in this life.
Zhao Changgeng sighed.
With his parents away, he now has to take over the household responsibilities.
Zhao Changgeng went down the mountain without even having breakfast.
We first went to check out the old house at the foot of the mountain, and from the outside, nothing seemed amiss.
He opened the gate, took a long bamboo pole, and tentatively poked the old house wall with it.
Zhao Changgeng didn't use much force; there were only "crackling" sounds, like a person's joints lacking lubrication, before the old house collapsed.
It was very broken; it collapsed.
Dust flew everywhere. Luckily, Zhao Changgeng reacted quickly enough and jumped away when he heard the noise, otherwise he would have been covered in dust.
Although the Zhao family's old house has been around for many years, it always looked quite good. I never expected it to be so flimsy.
Zhao Changgeng was very fortunate to have escaped this calamity. He had always enjoyed listening to people tell stories, so he had accumulated a lot of common sense.
Otherwise, if I had rashly gone into the house to check, I might be crushed into a meat patty by now.
Clutching his violently pounding chest, Zhao Changgeng went to his own pigsty first.
After wandering around, I discovered why the tiles in my pigsty were falling off.
"This construction is so perfunctory. The only support in the middle is wooden strips, and then the tiles are just arranged one on top of the other."
There's no adhesive in the middle, and no solid base either. If it doesn't fall when the ground shakes, what will?
Zhao Changgeng grumbled inwardly, but he couldn't show his dissatisfaction on his face. After all, when the pigsty was built, his whole family was busy studying.
There's simply no time to waste here; this method of construction is far too common.
Lingnan Prefecture isn't cold, and as long as it doesn't leak, nobody usually makes the roof particularly airtight. Especially since this is a place for pigs to sleep in.
If you ask someone for a favor, you can't blame them.
After leaving some money for the person in charge, he hurried to the village chief's house.
It rained last night, and the road to the village was muddy and difficult to navigate. Soon, Zhao Changgeng's feet were covered in mud.
After walking a few steps, you have to stop, either to scratch the wet mud off your feet with a small stick or to wade through the roadside grass to remove some of the mud.
Otherwise, when you walk, it feels like you're carrying dozens of pounds on your feet, and you'll slip and slide.
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