Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space-Chapter 91. There is nothing supporting this claim.

"Alright, Zhao family wife, stop crying. Other than the external injuries, is there anything else wrong with your body? Any areas of severe pain?" Hua Lao Han asked, enduring his headache.

The house collapse was no small matter. Being trapped for so long, Hua Lao Han worried about potential internal injuries.

Perhaps venting emotions eased her heart considerably, and facing the village chief, Zhao family’s eldest and second daughter-in-law finally stopped crying. With the help of a nearby aunt, they hurriedly checked themselves and the children.

Other than the Zhao family’s eldest grandson, Zhao Xiaoshu, whose arm was crushed and crying out, everyone else only had superficial injuries. They looked pitiful but, at least for now, showed no signs of internal injuries.

Hua Sanshan also briefly checked the pulse and shook his head at Hua Lao Han, indicating no major problems.

"Village chief, my family..." Zhao family’s eldest daughter-in-law looked tearfully at Hua Lao Han.

"Zhao family wife, no one expected this to happen. The old man knows you’re anxious, but you can’t rush these things. Take care of the immediate matters first. You two sisters-in-law need to hold this household together. Since it seems there are no major issues, get up quickly and see what’s still usable in the house. Collect them quickly. Luckily, only the main house collapsed; the side rooms are still intact. Think about what was in the main house and, while there are many helping, dig them out; maybe they can still be used. And with the children, on such a cold day, you can’t let them stay outside all the time. Quickly take them into the side rooms to warm up. There are always people in the village; they won’t leave you unattended."

Hua Lao Han looked at the Zhao family’s disoriented wives with his brows furrowed and quickly made arrangements.

He couldn’t help but sigh internally; besides Old Zhao, there was no one in the Zhao family who could handle things.

Even the Zhao family’s two brothers, who regained consciousness, didn’t ask about the old couple’s condition.

They only cared about their own injuries, groaning about the pain.

Shaking his head, he turned to his son: "Chengtian, go back and get the cart. First, take Old Zhao and the injured child of the Zhao family’s brothers to the medical clinic."

"Yes, yes, yes, take the children’s father to the clinic first." Zhao family’s two wives finally came to their senses and quickly nodded in agreement.

"Village chief uncle, we entrust the children’s father to you." Zhao family’s two wives said, almost in tears again.

Hua Lao Han was already too weary to say anything more. He waved his hand, telling them to quickly take care of the children. Didn’t they see the children’s faces were already frozen blue?

Upon hearing this, Hua Chengtian quickly ran home to get the ox cart.

Old Zhao was then lifted onto the ox cart with everyone’s effort. Only then did the Zhao family’s brothers realize how severely injured their father was, having been unconscious all this time.

Whether genuinely saddened for their father or owing to their own pain, the two shed tears. With everyone’s help, they got on the ox cart and shouted to the unconscious Old Zhao, but still didn’t remember their mother. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

They couldn’t be entirely blamed. The collapse of the Zhao family house brought almost half of Hua Village. The courtyard was filled with people. They were miserable enough already, and no one actively informed them that their mother was no longer alive. Moreover, the items dug out filled the yard, which blocked Old Money’s body, so the Zhao family remained unaware she had passed. As she hadn’t been placed on the cart, they assumed she was fine.

"Village chief uncle, my father... will he be okay?" Zhao Hu looked at Hua Lao Han with red eyes.

If it were in the past, Hua Lao Han wouldn’t show Zhao Hu any courtesy. After all, he was someone who would exploit any leniency given—lazy and cunning.

Hua Lao Han looked at Old Zhao lying on the ox cart, covered with a quilt that had been dug out, stained with mud, and shook his head at Zhao Hu, saying, "He’ll be okay."

Zhao Hu felt slightly better, hoping his father would be alright, unconsciously helping to pull up the quilt. He couldn’t let him freeze any longer.

Witnessing this, Hua Lao Han felt slightly relieved, thinking at least there was some filial piety left.

Unbeknownst to him, Zhao Hu hoped for his father’s wellness because the old couple guarded the family’s money intensely, hiding it very discreetly. If they passed, the money might never be found, which was unacceptable. Without money, how would they survive? So they had to be alright.

"Um... village chief uncle, you know, my parents were in charge of the family’s money, and now the house has collapsed. When we go to the clinic we..."

Lying on the ox cart, Zhao Bao also spoke up, his voice filled with awkwardness.

Unlike Zhao Hu, he hadn’t injured his limbs, but his back hurt severely, with numerous wooden splinters piercing it. Due to the sheer number of them and fearing Zhao Bao couldn’t endure the cold, Hua Sanshan only treated the most obvious ones. Several tiny ones remained in his flesh. Though not fatal, treating them was very troublesome, and the consultation fees would likely be significant.

Zhao Bao didn’t want to speak, but feared the clinic might refuse treatment without silver, causing further suffering. He thought it better to speak up.

Most importantly, taking advantage of the village chief’s kindness was never easy, and they’d still need to live under his leadership in the future. If one didn’t explain now, offending the village chief might make living in Hua Village impossible later on.

Hua Lao Han glanced at Zhao Bao: "No need to worry about the silver coins. I’ll advance it for you; just repay me when you find the family money after returning. Right now, it’s important to treat the injuries."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Bao finally felt at ease. "Alright, alright... thank you, village chief uncle. As soon as we find the silver coins, they’ll be the first to repay you, and thanks to everyone for helping our Zhao family today. Without you, we may not have... anyway, thanks a lot, and we’ll surely repay the kindness after overcoming this ordeal," Zhao Bao choked up, struggling to lift his body slightly to bow repeatedly in gratitude to everyone.

It seemed heartfelt; regardless of future intentions to repay in person, his words comforted those present.

Seeing the Zhao family’s pitiful state, who could care about any token thanks? Sympathy was all that lingered now. A soft-hearted aunt spoke up: "We’re all neighbors; there’s no need for thanks. Just focus on recovering."

"Yes, yes." Many nodded with a sigh of relief.

At that moment, everyone forgot that Old Zhao’s house collapse was self-inflicted.

"Thank you..." Zhao Bao said with red eyes.

Zhao Hu, following his brother, uttered a few perfunctory thank-yous, highlighting a difference between the brothers. At least Zhao Bao maintained outward manners.

"Alright, no more delays, let’s move." Although a few words wouldn’t take much time, looking at Old Zhao’s worsening complexion, Hua Lao Han hurriedly urged.

Just as Hua Chengtian prepared to whip the ox, the voice of Zhao family’s eldest daughter-in-law came, carrying her eldest son Zhao Xiaoshu as she ran out.

"Little Shu as well."

"His arm can’t move." Zhao Hu’s wife tearfully placed the child on the ox cart, then looked at her husband and cried even harder.

The other two children, having been tightly guarded by their mothers, were unharmed.

Upon hearing their father was being taken to the town’s medical clinic, Zhao Bao’s wife, who only had time to change her son’s clothes, hurriedly came out carrying her child.

The house collapse caused such a fright, with bodies also hurt, seeing their husband finally lose control of emotions they barely held. That mournful demeanor made it seem like they thought both parents had died.