Chapter 253 Still Can’t Hold On

The man was also lucky. He was trapped between two large wooden boards. When the disaster happened, he was smart enough to cover his head with a large barrel, which actually bought him time for rescue.

It was just that he had been trapped for a long time. Even though he had reserved a living space for himself, the oxygen was limited, so the man was rescued from a state of suffocation and coma.

Uncle Zhang was there to rescue him. Fortunately, the man was not unconscious for long, and he slowly woke up after a while.

All his family members gathered around him and cried, and the man himself also cried, feeling like he was surviving a disaster.

When the people digging for burial materials nearby saw that someone had actually been rescued, they were instantly inspired and dug even harder.

Huangtian paid off and rescued another person near the mine entrance, but the people dug out one after another after another were just cold corpses.

Yunqing's heart sank.

But she never stopped digging with her hands. Even if she suddenly started doing heavy work and her mouth was blistered, she didn't stop.

Now we are racing against time. As long as we work harder, Jiang Wenxiu may be rescued.

Many people around me thought so.

Although I know in my heart that the buried people have little hope of survival, after all, oxygen is limited.

The person in charge of the coal mine was nearby, looking at the corpse being carried out, his face pale. If something happened to the coal mine, he would be responsible.

Although the cause of this accident has not been investigated clearly, he must be responsible and cannot be escaped.

In just a short while, the person in charge had already found out how many people were buried under the coal mine.

Fortunately, there was less work today, and many people went home after finishing their work. There were six people left, all of whom wanted to work overtime to earn more money.

They are all poor people who want to earn more money to support their families, but who would have thought that just because of this little money, their lives will be at stake.

The further you get to the back, the lower the hope of survival of the people you dig out. Three corpses have been dug up in a row.

Yun Qinghuan looked at it, but Jiang Wenxiu was not there.

Although I breathed a sigh of relief, my heart was still high.

Knowing that these dead people were not her was a good thing, but it also frightened Yun Qinghuan. Even they couldn't survive. Can Jiang Wenxiu really survive?

The sky had already darkened, and the people nearby consciously took out candles or flashlights from home to illuminate. Everyone was eerily quiet, and no one said anything.

Bai Guanglin's movements slowed down, and he couldn't help but feel sad when he looked at the row of people lying down, covered with white cloth.

"Dig it!"

I don't know who shouted, and everyone went over there.

I saw a hand protruding from the soil. It was slender and a little rough. It looked like a woman's hand.

Yun Qinghuan touched it tentatively, and it felt cold.

I couldn't help but sit on the ground.

He had realized something in his heart, and the tears he was holding back flowed out, and he fell into Bai Naihan's arms, "Sister-in-law, I still can't hold on."

Bai Naihan pursed his lips, held her in his arms, patted her back, and comforted her silently.

The people around him were silent, feeling silent sadness.

After a few seconds, everyone started digging again.

Even if the person is really dead, she cannot be buried in the ruins.

After a while, Jiang Wenxiu was dug out, with mud in her nostrils and mouth, and she suffocated to death.

They were all dirty and placed on the ground.

Yun Qinghuan glanced at it and glanced away unbearably.

She stepped forward and covered Jiaojiao's eyes, "Don't look."

Jiaojiao burst into tears.

She has seen it.

Jiaojiao is nine years old. At this age, she already knows what death is.

Her mother is dead.

Qiao Yue, who had already rushed over, also covered her mouth and cried loudly.

She leaned into Shen Jingyang's arms, blaming herself and feeling sad, "If I had known that this would happen, I would have asked my sister-in-law to take leave to come over for the full moon banquet."

Rather than fearing that she would be deducted for taking leave too often, the full moon banquet was held in the evening.

It was she who harmed her sister-in-law!

Shen Jingyang also felt uncomfortable and even felt scared.

Yun Qinghuan had also told his wife earlier that mining was dangerous.

He also knew the dangers, but he didn't know how dangerous they were. He only knew that mining could make money and allow his wife and daughter to live a good life, so he still took the risk to do this work.

In fact, he will return to work tomorrow.

If the coal mine collapses tomorrow, then he...

Shen Jingyang didn't dare to think about it. If he died, how would Qiao Yue survive with two children waiting to be fed?

Obviously, Qiao Yue also thought about this, and felt guilty and scared for a moment.

Holding his hand, he said tremblingly, "Jingyang, we won't do this job anymore."

Shen Jingyang's voice was hoarse, "Okay."

Jiang Wenxiu was the last person. After everyone had finished digging, they had long since collapsed from exhaustion. Listening to the cries around them, they felt sad and tired for a while. Many people said goodbye and prepared to go home and rest.

The day was simply exhausting.

I always feel that this disaster is like a dream. As soon as I wake up, everything will be as usual, and there is no bullshit mining disaster at all.

Some people deceive themselves, but there are still many people who are forced to hold on to their grief to prepare funeral arrangements for their deceased relatives.

Yun Qinghuan walked up to Bai Guanglin, who was holding Jiang Wenxiu's body in a daze, without saying a word or reacting to the comments around him.

"Brother Bai, you have to cheer up. After all, you still have two children to take care of. If my sister-in-law is alive, I don't want you to be in despair."

Yun Qinghuan walked up to him and reluctantly glanced at Jiang Wenxiu in his arms, her eyes reddened. But looking at Gousheng and Jiaojiao, who were crying with the crowd and almost died, she continued to comfort them, "You have to cheer up, get well, and raise the two children. I believe this is what my sister-in-law Jiang wants to see most."

Even if she died, she should be able to rest in peace.

Bai Guanglin nodded in a daze, "Don't worry, I will take good care of the two children."

Next to her, Bai Guanglin's biological mother was a little angry at her son's useless appearance, and she pushed him directly forward, "Why are you holding a dead person? Hurry up and take care of Wenxiu's funeral."

A coffin needs to be bought, and in this hot summer, the person is already dead, and it will stink easily if he is not buried.

Yun Qinghuan looked at Jiang Wenxiu's mother-in-law fiercely, her eyes were like ice, what did she mean by her disgusting words?

Why did Jiang Wenxiu die? Doesn't she, an old woman, know?

Wasn't it because of her disappointing son's illness?

They were all farmers. If they were in other families, they would have no money and would have given up treatment and waited for death if they had such a serious illness. Jiang Wenxiu was not afraid of hardship and wanted to earn money to treat Bai Guanglin's illness. She was exhausted and Bai Guanglin was recuperating at home. Otherwise, how could Jiang Wenxiu die?

As a result, this old man was here to make sarcastic remarks? He even disdained to get on Jiang Wenxiu's body?

The old man was stared at by Yun Qinghuan and shifted his gaze uncomfortably.