Three Hundred and Eighty-Three: Dongqing Earthquake (15)

The viewers in the live broadcast room craned their necks one by one and opened their eyes wide to see the content on the brochure. 』』Δ LiewenΩ网Ww W． 『LieWen． CC

It's just that it was a little difficult for them to read traditional Chinese. They had to guess and it took them a long time to figure out what Feng Jin had written.

For a while, they still didn't understand why the two of them suddenly looked at each other in silence, and could only pretend to make vague comments.

[Nutrition Express]: Hmm... Feng Jin's handwriting is really beautiful, and there are no typos.

[Linglong Secret Lock]: #Contempt, even if he made typos in his handwriting, you can’t recognize it, right?

[Three Squirrel Snacks]: Is there a big boss in the live broadcast room who can explain it? I’m so confused and I don’t understand it at all.

Facts have proved that in a big forest, there are all kinds of birds, and when there are many people, there are also some great divers.

[I am Guo Fengxiao]: The excerpts written by Feng Jin are not difficult to understand. The anchor asked Feng Jin to write excerpts, petition, and take on the task of disaster relief. The general content of Feng Jin's brochure is the same, but the details are different, with an additional "extortion" added.

Blackmail?

Everyone was stunned when they looked at these four words.

[Ghost Guo Fengxiao]: #pick your nose, study hard, and children who cry will get milk. He recounted the tragic scene after the earthquake, wrote about the plight of the people to gain sympathy, and then burst into tears to express his loyalty, hoping to use his meager power to help the emperor relieve the people and demonstrate the emperor's benevolence. Finally, he cried about poverty and said that he was from a noble family and had the ability to serve the country. He has ambitions, but he has no fame, and feels that his status is insufficient... Tsk, I have to say, there are enough emotional scenes, and the flattery is also done just right... Young Feng Jin is not as old-fashioned and pedantic as expected, fortunately.

[Smuggling into African Emirates]: I originally wanted to blast the ID upstairs, but seeing how well you analyzed it, I resisted.

[Ghost Guo Fengxiao]: Thanks to my university major, it is not difficult to read traditional Chinese.

[Old Driver Lian Meng]: Birds of a feather flock together, and people divide into groups. Those who can play well with the anchor will naturally have similar personalities.

Jiang Pengji originally just wanted to write a petition, as long as her teacher had a good reputation, but Feng Jin's writing would probably help her get an official position.

"Nowadays, the people are in panic and everyone is in danger. If the officials knew about Lanting's sincerity, they would naturally feel that good ministers are rare."

People are most afraid of comparison. After comparison,

The better the better, the worse the worse. If there is a little luck, the emperor will be overjoyed and will definitely give her an official title. Even if it is just a false name with no real power, it is better than being in vain.

"What an unexpected surprise, Huaiyu is really a great talent." Jiang Pengji said without concealment, "In that case, I will also give you a surprise."

Feng Jin's eyes lit up. Could it be that the surprise she was talking about was...

"Um."

Since Feng Jue was present, she just blinked and nodded, giving Feng Jin a positive answer.

"This brochure must be sent as soon as possible, the sooner the better."

On the other side, thanks to Xu Ke's skill in housekeeping, he was not in a hurry. He consolidated the manpower, opened a porridge shed, and hired the surviving young and strong people. Some of them cleaned up the ruins and sorted out the empty land, while the other group was divided into groups to look for the surviving people. survivor.

Severe earthquakes, ground collapse or bulges, uneven roads, and severe damage make rescue extremely difficult.

Because the earthquake occurred late at night, most people were already asleep, so many people were buried under the rubble. Some died on the spot, and some were lucky enough to be alive. Although they were alive, most of them were seriously injured. If they did not receive treatment, they would not have been able to survive for a few days. .

Nowadays, there is a serious shortage of manpower. Jiang Pengji has solved the shortage of food and medicinal materials, but she cannot solve the problem of manpower.

As a last resort, she could only capture one strong man, even herself.

"Xiaoyu, you take people to build the wounded area." Jiang Pengji knew very well that this was a tough battle, racing against time and fighting for life with the King of Hell. She arranged the tasks quickly, "Huaiyu, help place the wounded and the porridge shed. It’s better to take care of Jingxian nearby.”

Literary men in ancient times had to learn the Six Arts of the Gentleman. They could ride horses, shoot, dance or dance with swords. But after all, they were civil servants. Jiang Pengji did not let them go to the ruins to search and rescue, lest there would be an aftershock and they would be unlucky enough to get people in. It would be better to stay at the base camp. Stable.

After saying that, Jiang Pengji took the looped arm from Ta Xue, biting one end of the rope roughly, and tied up the sleeves flexibly with the other end, and then neatly tied a slip knot at both ends of the rope, revealing two snow-white arms for convenience. Search and rescue.

"Taxue, you stay to make stretchers and take care of the injured people..."

Their luck was not too bad. All the servants of the Liu Mansion survived, and among them happened to be a maid who had learned medical skills from the doctor's father.

Even though I only learned a superficial lesson, it would make me picky and let the girl become a doctor.

She couldn't save serious injuries, but she could still heal ordinary injuries.

The search and rescue started from the nearest place, and Jiang Pengji basically rushed to the front, letting those following behind know what innate power is.

It didn't take long for the clothes to be stained with dust and blood, and the original color could no longer be seen.

Jiang Pengji has good skills, great strength, and strong five senses. In addition, she has a strong spirit that ordinary people do not have. She is equivalent to a mobile human body search and rescue device that can detect traces of life. In line with the principle of giving priority to rescue, she would of course save lives with strong traces of life first.

"Bring the stretcher over here, there are living people here..."

Jiang Pengji calculated the collapsed wood and stone structure and lifted the rubble with both hands, revealing a figure covered in blood.

The wood was ready-made, directly dug from the ruins. Jiang Pengji asked people to gather all the furs and cloths that could be searched, and asked the maids with less strength to sew a simple stretcher together. It didn't matter whether it looked good or not, as long as it was convenient for placing the wounded.

Someone came up immediately and worked together to carry the person out and put him on the stretcher.

Jiang Pengji roughly told them what to pay attention to when carrying people, so as not to increase the injuries by mistake.

Seeing Jiang Pengji rescue one person after another who was still alive, everyone thought that many people survived.

In fact, only Jiang Pengji frowned deeply, and her heart sank to the bottom.

There were too many dead people...

There was no time to sigh about this. Jiang Pengji could only purse her lips and bear the scorching sun on her head. Her hands were soon rubbed with blood blisters. The blood blisters burst and mixed with sand and wood thorns. The palms looked very scary. The live broadcast room was quiet, the atmosphere was solemn, and no one dared to speak.

From the perspective of seismology, 72 hours after an earthquake is the golden search and rescue time. Jiang Pengji had wasted a lot of time before, and now she had to seize every minute and every second. Three hours later, it was already noon, when the sun was the hottest.

Two hundred and three people were rescued alive, of which one hundred and nine were rescued by Jiang Pengji's team. The other few teams brought out very few living people, and most of them were cold and stiff corpses. The area that was sorted out was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"This is the general area map of Shangjing City..."