Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 197 Trapped

The temperature in the room was getting higher and higher, but Song Ying felt cold all over.

She had only been in the Shen Mansion for a short time and had no major grudges with the people in the mansion. Apart from making medicinal food, she usually spent her time memorizing and reciting books in her room.

The only thing that got in the way of others was that she was occupying the popular job of a temporary worker under Doctor Lin.

Just because of a good job, someone was put to death. This was the first time she felt the horror of the Shen Mansion.

Although she knew that now was not the time to think about these things, she couldn't control herself at all. The faces of the maids and old women in the kitchen flashed through her mind quickly, but she had no idea who was more likely.

Song Ying shook her head, trying to ignore the maids and old women's faces and focus her thoughts on saving herself.

She looked around the house, looking for tools, but unfortunately there was no kitchen knife. The ingredients for the medicinal food were all processed in the big kitchen, so she didn't need to cut them. She only had a small knife for cutting medicine and a pair of scissors.

Song Ying ran over, picked up a knife and a pair of scissors, and tried it through the crack in the door. The knife was small, and the gap was also small, so it was difficult to use force. She chopped for a long time, but only left a shallow scratch on the bolt.

The temperature in the room was getting higher and higher. Song Ying's forehead was covered with sweat and his heart was pounding so hard that it was about to jump out of his throat.

"Help! Is there anyone here? Help!" She knocked on the door and called for help anxiously, but still no one responded.

She didn't dare to wait any longer, so she picked up a stool and smashed the door while shouting.

boom! boom! boom!

She used all her strength, but could only slam the door, leaving some shallow marks on it, which still failed to attract the attention of people outside.

The beams near the kitchen were blackened by smoke, and the thick smoke from next door poured in, choking her and making her cough continuously.

"What should I do? What should I do..." Song Ying panicked, his eyes moving quickly around the house, looking for tools to break down the door and any possibility of escape.

Suddenly, she remembered that the bolt was inserted horizontally, and if she could move it in one direction, she could open the door.

Thinking of this, Song Ying immediately dropped the stool and tried to pull the door inwards, but there was only a small gap.

"Who installed this door? Why is it pulled inwards?"

Song Ying was almost crying. The door was pulled inwards and then locked from the outside, so the gap was very small. Moreover, the door of the Shen Mansion was not like the doors in their village that were installed casually, with all the parts fitting tightly together. She used all her strength but could not make the gap any bigger. She could only barely extend a few fingers, and she could only extend the top part of her fingers.

Song Ying turned her head and saw that the beams near the kitchen were already on fire. The bright red flames roared, as if mocking her useless efforts.

She fanned the choking smoke, covered her mouth and nose with one hand, and reached into the gap with the other hand. She pressed the bolt with three fingers and pulled it hard to the left. The bolt moved a little like a snail. Song Ying was not discouraged and kept pulling and pulling...

At the same time, she did not forget to continue calling for help, but the thick smoke was choking. When she opened her mouth, countless smoke and dust floated in, choking her and making her nose run and tears come out.

The fire in the house was getting bigger and bigger, and there was more and more smoke and dust. Every time she opened her mouth and nose to shout, she would cough for a long time. In the end, she didn't dare to shout anymore, and just kept pulling on the door bolt.

Click!

Suddenly, there was a sound above his head. Song Ying looked up suddenly and found that the roof beam above his head was also burning. The raging flames soon engulfed the entire beam.

Song Ying panicked and sped up the bolt, but the gap was so small that no matter how anxious she was or how hard she tried, the bolt couldn't move faster.

Click!Click!

The sounds became more frequent and louder. Song Ying looked up in horror and saw a ball of bright red flame falling down.

"what-"

She screamed and jumped to the side quickly, at the same time raising her hands to hold her head.

The next second she felt a scorching heat wave passing by her, followed by a loud bang and a piercing pain in her left arm.

After getting away from the fallen beam, Song Ying put down his arm and saw that the outer edge of his left arm was red. The fallen beam was lying across the door, and the fire soon spread to under the door.

Wait until the fire burns down the door and then rush out?

Can I still go there by then?

It was impossible to move the bolt at the door at this moment, so Song Ying had to look at the window behind.

The window of the small kitchen is at the back, with the woods outside. Dr. Lin chose this room because of its seclusion. If it were any other time, someone would definitely hear if he shouted from the window, but now it was so noisy outside that even shouting at the door would not be noticed, let alone from the window at the back.

Besides, the window was very small, made of four small squares separated by two wooden strips and covered with gauze; the position was also a bit high for her, and she had to stand on tiptoe to barely put her chin on it.

Song Ying stretched out his arm to cut the gauze, but it was very difficult to use force, and it took him a while to make a few cuts.

I need to find something to cushion my anger!

She quickly glanced around the room and found that only the cabinet containing medicinal herbs was of the most suitable height. The cabinet was very heavy, and she only managed to move it a few steps using all her strength.

The heat wave in the house was overwhelming, and the billowing smoke and dust not only made her feel uncomfortable, but also blocked her vision and made breathing more and more difficult. She felt like a fish out of water, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable.

No, I can’t faint. If I faint, I will be burned to death!

She shook her head, trying to identify the direction of the house, then walked towards the water tank and jumped into it. Her whole body was soaked, and her mind finally became a little clearer.

After struggling to push the cabinet under the window, he climbed up and cut the gauze, but he couldn't get rid of the cross-shaped wooden blocks.

The fire in the house was growing bigger and bigger, and most of the place was engulfed in flames. Near the back window, because there were few items placed there, the fire did not spread there for the time being. However, the walls began to get hot, and it was impossible to hold on to them with hands.

Song Ying was completely panicked, banging on the lattice window again and again, "Is there anyone here? Cough cough cough... Help... Cough cough... Help..."

Shen Mansion, Qiu Shuang Garden.

The prefect's wife smiled and said, "The old lady is really elegant. She wrote a poem on a banana leaf. We, the rough folks, have learned something new."

Princess Shun'an gently waved her round fan. "This is a strange and bizarre method that an old woman like me could never have thought of. Yonghui loves poetry. I don't know where he saw it recently, but he insisted on imitating the ancients to show off his elegance. He insisted on writing poems on banana leaves. He destroyed the banana trees at home and left only a few leaves."

"So it was the young master's idea. I've heard that he could compose poetry at the age of seven. It seems that he has a natural talent in poetry! My Jing'er can't think of these things. When he sees banana leaves, he only thinks of eating them." As she spoke, the prefect's wife glanced at Shen Jing behind her.