The lean monkey glanced at her, "You?"
He was instantly filled with indignation, "Eldest young lady, please don't cause more trouble."
After speaking, he waved his hand and continued to organize people to lift the wood with all their might.
Song Qingchao tugged at him again, "This log weighs about a ton. Even if all of us lift it together, we might not be able to move it!"
She pestered the lean monkey, both of them extremely anxious, "Even if we finally manage to lift it, can the people crushed underneath hold on until then?"
The lean monkey impatiently threw her off, "So what? We shouldn't save them then?"
"Save them!" Song Qingchao walked around in front of him, "As long as we install a pulley system, the strength of just one person can move this log!"
Before the lean monkey could speak, a burly man helping to move the log pushed Song Qingchao.
"You woman, with no strength at all, what are you interfering for?"
Song Qingchao, having left Bai Youan, was already weakened. This push caused her to lose her footing and fall straight to the ground.
Song Qingmu, who had rushed over, saw this scene and was instantly enraged.
He helped Song Qingchao up, "What are you doing!"
"What are we doing?" an aunt came out and pointed at Song Qingchao, scolding, "Mind your sister, don't cause trouble for everyone!"
"Exactly! If my husband doesn't make it, it's because you wasted our time!" another woman, who looked a bit younger, tearfully agreed.
"What can she do! Don't get in the way of the men."
Song Qingchao clutched the clothes at her chest, "I said I can do it."
Song Qingmu held her, feeling her tightly gripped arm, and couldn't help but worry, "Can it really work?"
Song Qingchao looked up at him, her eyes full of determination, "It can work. Books have never lied to me."
She dodged the sword at the lean monkey's waist, grasped the hem of her skirt, and turned to leave amidst the grumbling.
"Come, cut this section of the log."
Song Qingchao pulled Song Qingmu to the very end of the log, then took an axe from her spatial storage and thrust it into his hand.
The things she bought in the city, she never expected them to be useful.
She also took out rope, soap, and two small machetes.
The log weighed about a ton. When tilted, it was half the weight, 500 kilograms. Mu Mu's weight was about 60 kilograms. Two to the power of three is 500 kilograms.
Therefore, three pulleys would be enough.
Song Qingmu followed her instructions to chop the log, but after chopping for a long time, he only managed to cut about halfway through.
His body had been weak for too long, and after the poison was cleared, he had been traveling long distances and had not been able to exercise.
Song Qingchao was wiping the rope with soap. Seeing Song Qingmu's progress, she finally hardened her heart and decided to go chop it herself.
As soon as she snatched the axe from Song Qingmu's hand, it was taken by another person.
"I'll do it."
With one swing of the man's axe, the log was cut clean. "Is this enough?"
Song Qingchao nodded, "Not enough, two more."
She hadn't expected the man with the black forehead to help her at this moment.
The man with the black forehead chopped twice with a "clang," and Song Qingchao obtained three cylindrical wooden logs.
"Thank you."
Having obtained the logs, she immediately used the small machete to drill holes in the center, then carved a groove in the middle of the log's surface.
The man with the black forehead and Song Qingmu, following Song Qingchao's example, each made one.
"Alright."
She looked up and said to the man with the black forehead, "Thank you."
Then, she began to insert round wooden poles as thick as her arm into the logs and connect the three made pulleys with rope.
"I'll help you." The man with the black forehead took the pulley system.
Then, Song Qingchao directed him and Song Qingmu to hang it on the adjacent log.
Fortunately, she had the help of the man with the black forehead; otherwise, she and Mu Mu wouldn't have been able to reach such a high tree.
Song Qingchao, holding the hem of her skirt, ran back to the lean monkey's side and signaled him to have everyone move away.
In fact, she had also considered digging people out, but with the rain falling, before they could dig people out, the rainwater would flood them.
"Eldest young lady, why are you here again?"
The lean monkey impatiently dropped his long spear, "Stop messing around!"
"I'm not!" She tugged at the lean monkey, urging him to look at the pulley system that had just been erected, "Now have people prepare. When the log is lifted, immediately lift the trapped people."
The lean monkey looked up at the object hanging in the air.
"A dying horse is still a horse, we have to try, don't we? Sir?"
The lean monkey was finally persuaded. He nodded and then directed people on both sides to get ready.
Song Qingchao gave the man with the black forehead a signal, indicating for him to get ready.
When both sides were ready, with Song Qingchao's command, the man with the black forehead pulled the rope and jumped down from the tree.
As he jumped, the log was slowly lifted.
At first, people were stunned, unable to believe that one person could lift the log.
It wasn't until someone exclaimed, and the trapped people began to climb out, that people realized it was true!
The women who had initially doubted Song Qingchao were immediately silenced. Holding their husbands who had escaped death, they offered words of thanks.
The lean monkey cast a strange glance at Song Qingchao, opened his mouth, but finally said nothing, and buried himself in the rescue work.
Song Qingchao didn't bother to pay attention to him and went straight for Liu Zhe'er.
Because the pulley system lifted the log in an instant, if it wasn't supported, the log would fall back.
She was worried that the woman named Xiao Hu would forget about Liu Zhe'er.
When she got there, as expected, only Xiao Hu was holding Liu Fubao.
A thousand bad thoughts surged into Song Qingchao. She stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Hu, "Where is Zhe'er?"
Xiao Hu turned and stared at her with reddened eyes, "Who knows where that money-losing girl is! Get lost!"
She turned away and quietly coaxed the crying Liu Fubao.
Song Qingchao didn't know how she got back to the carriage. As soon as she lifted the curtain, she saw Song Qingmu holding Liu Zhe'er.
"Zhe'er!"
Her eyes instantly lit up. She scrambled onto the carriage and checked Liu Zhe'er's condition.
As soon as her hand touched Liu Zhe'er, Liu Zhe'er let out a soft groan.
"Hurts?"
Liu Zhe'er bit her lip and nodded.
"When I went over, Zhe'er had just been dragged out. Her father was gone, and Xiao Hu didn't care for her, so I brought her back."
Song Qingchao nodded, "It looks like it's broken."
She couldn't handle this kind of injury. She quickly lifted the carriage curtain to look for Bai Youan.
Bai Youan was currently moving through the rain with Ying Zhong.
There were too many injured people.
"Fix it first."
Song Qingchao had no choice. She took out a book on emergency first aid, read it, and then began to fix Liu Zhe'er's arm.
The two of them busied themselves until late at night to soothe Liu Zhe'er.
It wasn't until dawn was breaking that Bai Youan returned.
He lifted the curtain with a tired face and saw Song Qingchao asleep, leaning against the carriage.
A gentle smile bloomed on his lips. Zhaozhao was always giving him surprises.
Bai Youan gently checked the splint on Liu Zhe'er's arm and also noticed Song Qingchao's injury.
If only the little girl would pay more attention to her own body.