After the earthquake came the rain, and the temperature dropped several degrees. In the world she came from, there were tents, but what did they have in this era? When it rained, there was nowhere to hide because there were no waterproof materials, and the umbrellas were made of oiled paper. So, not only did they have to guard against aftershocks every day, but they also had to find places to take shelter from the rain. And if the rain continued incessantly, there could be a dammed lake. In short, the disasters brought by nature were unimaginable for the people of this era.

Jiang Xue couldn’t worry about anything else. The only thing she could do was stay in place to treat the injured. This disaster not only destroyed her hard work but also left everyone unable to remain unaffected. Among their staff, more than a dozen were injured, and one person was crushed to death at home. Initially, seeing the dead would bring grief, but as more bodies were uncovered, their expressions became numbly indifferent.

The refugees picked up wood to rebuild their houses, but they were also destroyed again and again by aftershocks. Build again after a collapse, it became a vicious cycle. But what of the cycle? It was still better than standing foolishly in the rain getting drenched.

Shui Yixuan arrived in Beijing five days later. When he found her, she was cleaning wounds for the injured in a makeshift tent. Seeing her in such a battered state, he couldn’t help but frown, "You’re a woman. How can you be out in the rain every day, working in wet clothes? Is there no one to relieve you?"

"How could there not be? There are, but you see the rain keeps dripping incessantly, and the tent leaks, so we just make do. Who knows when it might collapse again? By the way, have you found Tang Cangcang?"

Shui Yixuan nodded, "Found her. Tang Fengyu has taken her home, and they said they’d find a time to properly thank you. However, Tang Cangcang has disappeared, and Mrs. Tang was also crushed to death."

Jiang Xue raised her head in disbelief: "Dead? Just like that, dead?"

Shui Yixuan smiled wryly, "She initially escaped but insisted on going back to get something. In the end, she didn’t bring anything back, and was instead crushed by the collapsed house. By the time they dug her out, she was long dead. Her two sons’ whereabouts are currently unknown; it’s chaos. Do you think her dying is not enough to relieve your anger?"

Jiang Xue pouted, "Although I have no evidence, I’m sure it was Mrs. Tang who kidnapped Tang Cangcang. As for Tang Jingjing, she was probably buried somewhere on her way back that night. That mother and daughter duo had ill intentions, clearly wanting to put people to death. No matter whether they lived or died, they would eventually fall into Tang Fengyu’s hands and live incomplete lives!"

In the original novel, Tang Fengyu was indeed Jiang Xue’s right-hand person. They knew each other well, but in this life, she didn’t have to rely on the Holy Water Manor. Naturally, she didn’t establish her own Blue Feather Alliance at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and thus didn’t find suitable people to collaborate with. But that didn’t mean she didn’t understand Tang Fengyu.

The original work didn’t have this earthquake. Instead, Tang Fengyu was driven away from home by her stepmother years earlier. Without that, Jiang Xue wouldn’t have had the chance to recruit her under her command. Now, it seems that with her transmigration, the whole story has undergone earth-shaking changes.

"The Patriarch of the Tang Family was also injured, and now Tang Fengyu is the one calling the shots in the Tang Family." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Jiang Xue raised her eyebrows; this was an unexpected gain. In this life, she probably wouldn’t have the opportunity to influence Tang Fengyu as a master, but she could seek cooperation with them because, besides Tang Fengyu, there were several former partners as well.

This earthquake not only devastated a large area of housing in Beijing but also severely affected buildings elsewhere. After all, it was a large-scale collapse, and even rebuilding wasn’t up to her alone. So, perhaps she could seize this opportunity to seriously seek collaborators.

Did you mean all the houses in Beijing were flattened?

No, the Imperial Palace in Beijing, as well as the houses of nobles and officials, lived up to the reputation of famous architects and their anti-seismic grades. Despite some partial collapses, peeled decorations, and fallen tiles, most structures remained in good condition.

The Shui Clan had its own courtyard in Beijing, well-preserved. Seeing the hardworking Jiang Xue, they voluntarily cleared the reversed house at the front of their own home for her to treat patients there. They donated medicinal materials several times. The more people they helped, the better their reputation. Once the ordinary people recovered their composure, would the Shui Clan’s business still worry about the lack of customers?