Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

Mr. Zhou's residence is the best in Zhangjia Village, but because he lives alone, Zhang Laoer can't help but feel worried.

When I arrived at the door, I saw that the best charcoal was burning in Zhou Xiucai's house. The thick door curtains blocked out the cold from the outside world. The inside and outside of the house seemed like two different worlds. There was also an indifferent young servant who took good care of his master's daily life.

Seeing that Zhou Xiucai was safe and sound, Zhang Laoer felt relieved. He briefly mentioned that Sanwa was unable to go to school today due to the snow and wind, and reminded Zhou Xiucai not to forget to clean the snow on the roof in time. Then he hurriedly followed the patrol team and continued to participate in the rescue work.

The group once again heroically rescued the nearly desperate villagers from the ruins of the avalanche. When everyone was safely sent to the village chief's home, the doctor who was eagerly waiting for them came.

The old gentleman from Baicaotang who once cured Zhang Erniang's chronic illness finally arrived.

The old man first carefully examined the condition of each patient, and then patiently asked the women in charge of their care about the treatment measures and medicines previously given to the patients.

The village head's wife answered the questions in detail. The old man nodded and praised, "Very good. The medicines used are all suitable for the symptoms. They have already taken them. Now we need to observe their reactions. Take me to see the ones with the most serious conditions first."

Knowing that medicine can both save lives and hurt people, especially as he is getting older, the old man is more cautious in prescribing medicines and dares not be careless in the slightest.

Led by the village head's wife, the old man walked into the inner room.

Although there was a blazing brazier in the house, the air was filled with a dull and not very warm feeling. Several villagers with red faces and blurred consciousness were lying there, their lives or deaths uncertain.

After a careful inspection, the old man's frown gradually relaxed, and he casually said, "They should have taken ginseng, right?"

These words fell gently into the ears of the old village chief who followed closely into the house. His brows, which were full of traces of time, suddenly frowned, and a hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes.

He hurriedly stepped forward and explained to everyone in the room in a hoarse and majestic voice: "It's like this. Someone in our village was blessed by God in the mountains and forests and dug up a precious ginseng. Seeing that these patients were in critical condition, he felt sorry for them and took the initiative to feed them some ginseng whiskers. I hope you can give me some advice on whether there is anything wrong with this good intention."

The old village chief's words revealed an unconcealable nervousness and worry, fearing that this well-intentioned action might lead to some adverse consequences.

The experienced doctor's worried expression eased a little after hearing this. He gently waved his broad palm and responded in a gentle tone, "Oh, no, no, you worry too much. Their constitutions are weak to begin with, and a small amount of ginseng is not only harmless, but can actually play a certain tonic role. However, I have seen that the effect is remarkable this time, and I can't help but be interested in the quality of the ginseng. So I dare to ask the old village chief to ask if the villager who dug the ginseng is willing to sell it? Perhaps, I can help him."

As he spoke, a barely perceptible glimmer of anticipation appeared in the doctor's eyes.

Although he had not seen the ginseng in person, judging from the patient's rapid improvement, it was definitely not ordinary ginseng. It was most likely precious wild ginseng with extraordinary medicinal effects.

The old village chief had seen countless people, so he naturally noticed the doctor's urgency, but he did not give an immediate answer. He just calmly promised to do his best to help with the inquiry, and told the doctor that the most important thing at the moment was to concentrate on treating the patients in front of him. He, as the village chief, would take care of the rest.

The doctor was a skilled doctor, and Zhang Laoer used ginseng to stabilize the lifeline of everyone in time, so everyone's safety was temporarily no longer a concern.

But even this experienced doctor could not give a definite guarantee as to when they would be able to fully recover.

At this moment, the entire Zhangjia Village is staging a rescue drama in a race against time.

The rescue work in the village was intense and orderly. At the same time, the search and rescue team outside the village never stopped for a moment. They trudged through the thick snow to search for villagers who might be buried.

This sudden heavy snow not only caused many houses to collapse under the heavy pressure, but also mercilessly took the lives of several elderly and frail villagers.

When the relatives lifted the snow-covered quilt with trembling hands, what appeared before their eyes were calm yet cold faces. At that moment, heart-wrenching cries instantly filled the entire Zhangjia Village.

Amid the mourning, there is endless longing for deceased loved ones, grief over the destruction of their homes, and deep worry over the impending poor harvest of their fields.

The two brothers Zhang Laoer and Zhang Rui were extremely anxious. They went through every street and alley, checking every house.

In the end, it was counted that a total of thirteen villagers were injured in the disaster, most of them suffered severe frostbite, and several others suffered fractures due to falling down due to failure to dodge in time.

What is even more distressing is that in this disaster, ten villagers failed to survive the cold night and left this world forever.

However, due to the urgency of the disaster relief work, their funeral arrangements had to be postponed helplessly. When the snow subsided and the earth warmed up, they would look for a Feng Shui site to hold a simple and solemn funeral for them.

As for those damaged houses, in view of the current emergency situation, repairs can only be put on hold temporarily.

The old village chief acted promptly and arranged for each household to support each other and free up space to temporarily accommodate the villagers who had lost their shelter.

The Zhang family's ancient house is no exception. The spacious courtyard accommodates a family that was displaced due to the collapse of their house.

Faced with the reality of having to give up his spacious bedroom, Zhang Dawa was quite unhappy and even lost his temper, but under the gentle and powerful persuasion of the respected old lady Zhang in the family, he finally agreed reluctantly.

In order to comfort her aggrieved grandson, Grandma Zhang made a warm promise: after the New Year, when the eldest son returned to the private school, she would personally sew a brand new set of fine cloth clothes for him as compensation for his tolerance this time.

Zhang Laoer worked non-stop the whole day, running around the village with Zhang Rui to coordinate, and only had a chance to take a break in the afternoon.

Just as the two were preparing to mobilize the young and middle-aged people in the village who were still able to move to clear the snow on the road, Xu Liyun brought her young son and mother to the temporary resettlement site, carrying steaming dumplings.

Zhang Laoer took the dumplings and wolfed them down without having the chance to say a few words to his beloved little girl. He was pulled back to the intense rescue work by a hurried call.

The little girl held the empty bowl in her hand and looked at her father's hurried back, feeling indescribably lost.