TRANSMIGRATED TO THE 80S TO BECOME STEPMOTHERS FOR FIVE HIGHER-UPS

Chapter 448: The Scary Forecast

Eldest Uncle heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that. “Mm, then come early tomorrow morning. Don't buy fruit or anything like today. Just buy a bottle of grandpa's favorite barley wine from the mother's side. He would be happy if you came to see him. He still thinks of you on his deathbed.”

Back when his maternal grandfather died, it happened for four years when Ji Buwang was neither dead nor alive. It was on the hospital bed that he received news of his grandfather's death from his mother.

At that moment, he wanted to see her go and see her one last time, but he could not do it.

Now, he was a step late, but he was finally there. Ji Buwang nodded. “I will definitely take him.”

“Alright, come back and rest early today. You still have to drive tomorrow. Since you live in a guesthouse, I'm not going to hold you here. Today is stuffy and hot. The house is also small and stuffy. Not as comfortable as guesthouse.”

Eldest Uncle knew that Ji Buwang was not short on money, so he did not have to wonder if he needed to save on accommodation costs.

"okay."

Ji Buwang and Mu Jingzhe said goodbye to her. When he came out, he could still hear the grandmother's voice from the mother's side, as if he was saying something.

"Are you scared?" Ji Buwang held Mu Jingzhe's hand. “Grandmother is sometimes like this. When he was young, he used to read poetry. She's a young lady from a rich family, so she's very special.”

Mu Jingzhe nodded. She had seen Grandma's little legs and knew she had tied her legs in her youth 1 . This is a bad habit, and the process is very painful. However, long ago, only young women from wealthy families had the means to tie their legs. The girls from simple families were too busy making a living.

Mu Jingzhe had never seen a tied leg before. It was a lie to say that he was not curious, but he could not continue to stare at them because he was curious. It would seem too disrespectful.

On the way back, Ji Buwang buys some barley wine and asks the boss for cigarette packaging. "I'll go back and make you a fan."

Making a fan requires a harder paper. Ji Buwang remembered seeing the packaging.

After returning to the room, he began to fold the paper. As he watched her, Mu Jingzhe was struck by nostalgia. He had folded the paper fan when he was young as well. There were also mischievous students ripping the paper from their textbooks to fold it into paper fans, resulting in their parents chasing them to smack their bottoms.

The fan that Ji Buwang folded was quite successful. However, when two small paper fans were combined, problems arose. They went to ask the boss for glue, but he had none, so they ended up using porridge. In the end, the fan is opened after drying.

As Mu Jingzhe laughed, Ji Buwang decided to cut him off with a pen cap. It looked a bit silly with the pen still attached to the pen cap, but Ji Buwang refused to admit it.

“The fan is still working fine. I can use it.”

Although the fan was strange, the wind it produced was indeed cool and Mu Jingzhe felt very comfortable.

“Not bad, not bad. The xiao?Jizi 1, keep fanning very well. I'll give you a gift later. ”

There weren't many palace dramas in this era, so Ji Buwang couldn't react for a moment. “Xiao Jizi? What a strange address form.”

Mu Jingzhe laughed. “I can't call you Xiao Buzi or Xiao Wangzi, right? Wait, actually, Xiao Wangzi is also quite good. Sounds like 'small prince'.”

"Then you're a little princess?" Feeling helpless, Ji Buwang resigned himself to fate and sat down to fan it.

“You should come here. It would be cool if we were next to.” Mu Jingzhe pulled Ji Buwang and leaned on him happily.

Mu Jingzhe could not bear to let Ji Buwang continue to fan him, so he could only pray inwardly with a calm heart for him to naturally cool down and fall asleep. Just as he was about to fall asleep in a daze, he felt a cold wind. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Ji Buwang was actually lying on his bed and fanning it.

Mu Jingzhe got up without hesitation and left. “Why are you so disobedient that we sleep apart? Quickly and go to bed.”

After saying that, he hugged Ji Buwang and fell asleep. Ji Buwang wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, he let her hug his arm and did not say anything.

Half asleep, Ji Buwang was still fanning it. Then, he actually fell asleep until he was finally awakened by a sudden intense trembling motion.

When he opened his eyes, it was dark. He didn't know what time it was, but he could feel everything shaking violently. "Jing." Jingzhe."

Mu Jingzhe immediately grabbed Ji Buwang's hand. “This... It is impossible for an earthquake, right?”

Mu Jingzhe had never experienced a major earthquake before. He had only experienced two or three aftershocks. Even so, he was quite frightened. At that moment, he did not even dare to confirm it. He thinks that this is impossible.

Ji Buwang had already grabbed his hand. “This is an earthquake. Run!"

Ji Buwang's reaction was quick, but once he got off the bed, his legs were limp and dizzy. Due to the pitch blackness before his eyes, he could not run far. After taking a few quick steps, he felt a strong tremor and felt the heel of his foot suddenly sink.

“Ji Buwang!” Mu Jingzhe reached out to hug her, and Ji Buwang hugged her at the same time. Both fell down immediately. They seemed to hear screams and cries, but in an instant, everything seemed to disappear.

At the moment when everything stopped, Mu Jingzhe's nose was filled with the smell of the house being demolished on the construction site. He found himself amidst the ruins, and his surroundings were still dark. Ji Buwang still hugged her, but she did not feel any movement from him.

“Ji Buwang? Ji Buwang!” Mu Jingzhe quickly shouted, but Ji Buwang still did not respond.

This was the first time Mu Jingzhe had been so confused. He did not expect to be lucky enough to face an earthquake. News of the earthquakes he had seen in the past flashed through his mind one after another, such as the abnormal weather before the earthquake, the stuffy heat, the anxiety and frustration of the people, and so on. All of these boxes had been checked before, but he did not see this coming at all.

Mu Jingzhe tried his best to calm down. He hugs Ji Buwang and tries to find out if he is okay. There was no blood on his body. However, there seemed to be a lump on the back of his head, as if he had fainted after being hit. He was knocked unconscious while protecting her.

Fortunately, Ji Buwang's breathing was ordinary. Mu Jingzhe heaved a sigh of relief and started exploring little by little. He realized that even though they were buried, they were still considered lucky. They were not fully buried, so there was still a chance of them saving themselves or being saved.

He groped and touched many things. Amidst the chaos, he seemed to feel the towel and teapot, but the water inside had been lost during this mess.

It was a pity, but after Mu Jingzhe tapped on the teapot, he noticed that it let out quite a loud sound, so he put it aside. It can also be used as a tool to ask for help at a later date.

After calming down, Mu Jingzhe recalled the first aid knowledge he had read about in the past. If one was squeezed under something, they would have to prepare themselves for the aftershocks and try their best to prevent another collapse.

Mu Jingzhe thought that it would be better if the place where they were buried was relatively shallow. However, other than the collapsed houses, they also seemed to have sunk down, so he did not know exactly what had happened for a while.

After searching for some time, Mu Jingzhe found everything. There was a closet above them. He did not know if it was the one in their room, but being pressed to the table, it created a safe little place.

They were both very unlucky and lucky to be stuck in a relatively safe place.

As long as the cabinets and tables remain intact or they find some other kind of support, they can slowly wait for help. He just didn't know if this place had enough ventilation.