Li Erlin and others accompanied Chen Song to guard the body of the village chief. Not far away, the villagers turned their grief and anger into strength and took over their task of digging the road.
The village chief is a very nice person. If anyone has a problem, just come to him and he will help as much as he can. Now that the village chief suddenly said no, no one would feel good.
Chen Song looked blank. He couldn't figure it out. He obviously just brought people out to find Li Erlin and the others, why did he bring his father's body home instead?
Didn't dad say when he went out in the morning that he would spend the night at his little brother's house if the rain was still heavy? Couldn't he just tell the villagers to buy food tomorrow? Why did he have to rush back in the rain?
Li Ping'an looked at Chen Song, who was sitting like a sculpture in the firelight, and blamed himself. He knelt down and said, "Uncle Ah Song, it's my fault. It was I who killed the village chief. If it hadn't been for me, The village chief grandpa was asked to go find someone to buy grain. If he hadn’t wasted his time, he wouldn’t have encountered the collapse of the mountain..."
Chen Song moved his eyes, raised his eyelids, looked at Li Pingan kneeling in front of him, and felt a surge of anger in his heart. He clenched his fists and glanced across the faces of Li Erlin and Chen Dazhu one by one. He really wanted to beat them both up.
If they had not gone to buy food, they would not have met his father, nor would they have asked his father for help because they could not buy food. His father would not have been delayed because of this, and he would not have appeared when the mountain collapsed. In this position, he would not be buried and his life would not be lost.
It's all because of them!
But he couldn't do it, at least he couldn't beat them in front of his father to vent his anger. He just thought, with his father's temperament, even if it were not Li Erlin and the others, his father would help if other people from Xiaochen Village found his father, and his father would not blame Quanxia for helping them. If you delay in taking your life, you should just think that you are unlucky and that this disaster is destined to happen.
Of course he can beat up Li Erlin and the others now, but if his father knew about it, he would probably be dissatisfied with his behavior.
There was nothing more important at the moment than letting his father go away peacefully.
Chen Song clenched his fists, loosened them, then lowered his eyes again, feeling a thorn in his heart.
Li Ping'an felt extremely uncomfortable and kept kneeling until the villagers dug a road. Then he stood up and walked slowly and heavily.
They walked all the way in silence and returned to Xiaochen Village. The houses in the village were no longer occupied and it was dark.
At the foot of Wubei Mountain, Zhang Xiaoshan, Fugui and several half-year-old children looked at the long line of torches approaching and hurriedly went up to meet them. When they saw Li Erlin and others, Zhang Xiaoshan and Fugui breathed a sigh of relief.
When they saw Chen Song and Zhang Yu carrying the village chief's body off the cart, they were stunned again. They each approached their own adults and quietly asked what happened and why the village chief's grandfather was dead.
"Fugui, take your eldest brother to find your mother." Li Erlin did not answer Fugui's question, but asked him to take Li Pingan away first. Li Ping'an just knelt down. Li Ping'an, a child, should not be responsible for this matter. The reason for his silence before was not because of inaction, but because the real highlight was to carry the village chief's body to his family and Chen Ping'an. In front of the clan members.
How to negotiate in the end mainly depends on Chen An, his wife, Mrs. Chen, and the elders of the Chen clan.
Li Pingan knew that he could not interfere with what happened next, so he took his things and left first with Fugui. Chen Erzhu also hurriedly left. He wanted to explain this matter to his father first so that his father could be mentally prepared.
In just one afternoon, the villagers who moved to the mountain had already built a large shed. Although it was simple, it was not a problem to keep out the rain. However, there was no shelter on all sides and it could not block the wind.
All the people in the village are gathered under the thatched shed. If you look closely, you will find that they are all organized into family units, separated by an arm's length from each other. The men were chatting loudly, and the women were also doing their homework in groups. From time to time, they looked down the mountain worriedly, wondering if the water would continue to rise and flood the house tonight.
There will be no food harvest this summer. If the house is flooded again, all that will be left of the belongings they have accumulated over the years are the things they moved out.
The only good thing is that everyone is still there, but just thinking about starting over again makes me feel very uncomfortable.
The children did not know the melancholy of the adults, so they ran around shouting and shouting with their friends. Occasionally they met adults and received a few laughs and scolds.
Li Ping'an's house was placed on the edge of the thatched hut, just like his house was on the edge of the village, but here, his aunt, uncle, and brother-in-law's family members were also nearby, hugging each other tightly.
Seeing Li Ping'an, little Ruyi, who was leaning against the fire in her mother's arms, pursed her lips and shouted aggrievedly: "Big pot~"
Chen Dajuan put Xiao Ruyi aside and stood up, "You're back? Why are you so dirty? Where's your dad? Are you hungry? I left some porridge for you, and I'll heat it up for you."
"Dad is behind. I'll be up later." Li Ping'an looked into the hut and couldn't find where the village chief's family was, so he looked away, put down his things, and found a seat to sit down in a depressed tone.
Xiaoru noticed that her elder brother ignored her and staggered over. She didn't even take off Li Ping'an's raincoat, no matter how dirty it was, so she hugged Li Ping'an's arm and shouted again in a loud voice: "Cauldron~ "
"I heard it from the big pot." Li Ping'an turned his head, looked at Xiao Ruyi who looked aggrieved, and twitched the corner of his mouth, not even noticing that Xiao Ruyi's pronunciation was distorted.
Xiao Ru became happy when she saw that her elder brother had responded to her, and couldn't wait to claim the credit: "Da Guo, Ruyi and elder sister saved your suitcase. Isn't Ruyi great?"
Only then did Li Ping'an discover that his wooden box was placed next to his eldest sister Jixiang, and the little girl was dozing off on the box.
Chen Dajuan said from the side: "Xiaoshan came home at noon and told me that a flash flood would come, so he told me to pack up my things quickly and go up the mountain. While I was packing, Ruyi came to your room to guard the box. Jixiang also reminded me not to forget to take it with me."
Listening to what her mother said, Xiao Ruyi grinned, her crescent-shaped eyes sparkling.
Li Ping'an wanted to rub Xiao Ruyi's head, but when he saw that his hands were covered in mud, he had to give up and praise her verbally.
"Go and wash your hands. There is rainwater collected in the afternoon in the bucket." Chen Dajuan pointed to one of the wooden buckets outside the shed and said to little Ruyi, "Ruyi, please let go of your elder brother and let your elder brother have a good rest." .”
She thought Li Ping'an was absent-minded because he was exhausted.
Li Ping'an did feel tired and hungry, but his low mood was not caused by these reasons.
As soon as he washed his hands, he heard a chaotic sound. He paused and knew that the body of the village chief was being carried up.
Not long after, the news of the village chief's death spread throughout the greenhouse. Chen Dajuan was stunned and almost knocked over the pot. When she looked at Li Ping'an, her eyes were full of tears, and her panic expression was like that of a little girl who had lost her support.
Li Ping'an felt a stab of pain in his heart and looked away, not daring to look directly into his mother's eyes.
