Chapter 379

The audience in the live studio craned their necks one by one and stared at the contents of the fold.

It's just that it's difficult for them to read traditional classical Chinese. Even Meng Dai guessed. It took a long time to know what Feng Jin wrote.

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

[nutrition express]: HMM... Feng Jin's handwriting is so beautiful that there are no typos.

[exquisite secret lock]: # despise the handwriting of others. Even if he writes wrong characters, you can't recognize it?

【 three squirrels snacks 】: is there a big guy in the live broadcasting room to explain? I'm so confused. I don't understand at all.

Facts have proved that when the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, and when there are many people, there is no lack of diving gods.

[ghost is Guo fengxiao]: the book written by Feng Jin is not difficult to understand. The anchor asked Feng Jin to write a letter, petition and undertake the task of disaster relief. The general content of Feng Jin's fold is the same, but the details are different, adding an additional "extortion".

blackmail and impose exactions on?

The people looked at these four words and were stunned.

[ghost talent Guo fengxiao]: # pick your nose and study hard. Children who can cry have milk to eat. He talked about the tragic scene after the earthquake, wrote about the tragedy of the people, expressed his sympathy, and then expressed his loyalty in tears. He hoped to help the emperor relieve the people and show the emperor's benevolence with his meager strength. Finally, he cried for poverty, saying that he was born of an aristocratic family and had the ambition to serve the country, but he had no fame and self-conscious identity... Tut, I have to say, there was enough emotional drama, Flattery is just right... Feng Jin is not as old-fashioned and pedantic as he thought. I'm glad.

[sneaking into Africa]: I wanted to spray upstairs ID, but I can't bear it if you analyze it.

[Guicai Guo fengxiao]: Thank you for your university major. It's not difficult to read traditional classical Chinese.

[old driver Lianmeng]: birds of a feather flock together. If you can play with the anchor, your character will naturally be similar.

Jiang Pengji only wanted to write a petition and become famous. Feng Jin's writing is likely to help her blog an official.

"Now the people are in panic and people are in danger. If the officials know about Lanting's sincere heart, they will naturally feel that it is rare for virtuous officials."

People are most afraid of comparison. After comparison, the better is the better, and the worse is the worse. If you add a little luck, the emperor must give her an official title, even if it's just a false name without real power, it's better than an introduction.

"Huai Yu is a great talent for unexpected joy." Jiang Pengji did not hide her way, "in that case, I'll give you a surprise."

Feng Jin's eyes brightened. Did she say surprise

"Yes."

Due to the presence of Feng Jue, she just blinked and nodded and gave Feng Jin a positive answer.

"This fold should be sent up as soon as possible. The sooner the better."

On the other hand, thanks to Xu Ke's proficiency in internal affairs, he didn't rush. He integrated his staff, opened a porridge shed and hired the surviving young people. One part cleaned up the ruins and sorted out the open site, and the other part was divided into five to find the survivors.

The earthquake is serious, the ground collapses or bulges, the road surface is uneven and the damage is serious, which adds great difficulty to the rescue.

Because the earthquake happened late at night and most people were already asleep, many people were buried in the ruins. Some died on the spot and some were lucky to be alive. Although they were alive, most of them were seriously injured and could not be delayed for a few days without treatment.

Now there is a serious shortage of manpower. Jiang Pengji has solved the problem of food and medicinal materials shortage, but she can't solve the problem of manpower.

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

"Xiaoyu, you take people to build the wounded area." Jiang Pengji knew very well that this was a tough battle. She ran against time, fought for life with the king of hell, and arranged the task quickly. "Huaiyu, if you help with the placement of the wounded and the porridge shed, you can take care of Jingxian."

In ancient times, scholars had to learn the six skills of gentlemen, riding, shooting and sword dancing, but Jiang Pengji wouldn't let them run to the ruins to search and rescue, so as to avoid an aftershock. If they were unlucky enough to break people in, they would still be more secure in the base camp.

With that, Jiang Pengji took the loop handed by stepping on the snow, rudely bit one end of the rope, flexibly tied her sleeves at the other end, and then neatly tied a knot at both ends of the rope to expose two snow-white and strong arms for search and rescue.

"Step on the snow, you stay to make stretchers and take care of the injured people..."

Their luck was not too bad. All the servants of the Liu family survived. There happened to be a servant girl who had learned medicine from the doctor's father.

Although I only learned fur, it would make me picky and let the girl be a doctor directly.

She can't save serious injuries, but ordinary injuries can be cured.

The search and rescue started from the nearest place. Jiang Pengji basically rushed to the front to let the people behind know what natural power is.

Soon he was covered with dust and blood, and his clothes could not see the original color.

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 search and rescue instrument, which can find traces of life. In line with the principle of giving priority to rescue, of course, she saved those with strong traces of life first.

"Bring the stretcher here. There are living people here..."

Jiang Pengji calculated the collapsed wood and stone structure and lifted the waste stone with both hands, revealing a bloody figure.

The wood is ready-made and is pulled directly from the ruins. Jiang Pengji asked people to gather the fur and cloth that can be found together, and asked the maid with less strength to sew a simple stretcher. She didn't pay attention to whether it was good-looking or not, so it was convenient to put the wounded aside.

Immediately someone came up from behind, and together they carried them out and put them on a stretcher.

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

Watching Jiang Pengji rescue one angry person after another, the big guy thought there were a lot of people who survived.

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

There are too many dead people

There was no time to sigh about this. Jiang Pengji could only close her lips and bear the hot sun on her head. Her hands quickly ground out blood bubbles. The blood bubbles broke and mixed with sand and wood thorns. The palm looked very terrible. The live studio was quiet and dignified, and no one dared to speak.

Seismologically speaking, 72 hours after the earthquake is the golden search and rescue time. Jiang Pengji has wasted a lot before. Now we should seize every minute and second. Three hours later, it was noon and the sun was the hottest.

Two hundred and thirty-three people were searched and rescued, of which nineteen were rescued by Jiang Pengji. Few other people were moved out. Most of them were cold and stiff dead bodies. The sorted area was full of a strong smell of blood.

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