The old man was carefree and didn't think about anything else. He was still cheerful.
Bai Yu turned his head to look at the girl with slightly pursed lips, and asked softly, "Tianbao, do you still have relatives in Yuzhou?"
Tianbao nodded, "Yes, my mother and second aunt's relatives, as well as Dahuai Village. When our family was in exile, they all sent things to my family."
Although the memory is a little distant, Tianbao has never forgotten it.
Although that bit of memory is tiny and fragmented in the whole sea of memories, it’s pitiful.
But she keeps it in her heart whoever has shown kindness to the Su family.
Only then did the old man and Wheat Sui suddenly realize.
"Next to Yizhou is Xiangzhou. After passing Xiangzhou, you can reach Yuzhou, which is not far away. If you are worried about it, just ask Su An to make a detour to see the situation. How big of a problem is it? If you are worried, you can solve it just by sitting here. It's nothing." Du Buguo didn't know if the Su family had any relatives or neighbors, and he wouldn't take it to heart if he knew them, and he didn't know them.
But Bao and the three boys are worried.
As the only elder here, the old man felt that he had to be more reliable. "Hurry up and eat, and set off after eating! Don't be in a hurry, we have plenty of time!"
Wheat Sui just listened and held her forehead speechlessly.
Bing'er quietly pulled down the old man's sleeve and whispered, "Grandpa Du, we have a lot of time, but the person who was washed away by the water doesn't have much time, hush."
The old man patted Bing'er's head with a fierce expression, "I know! Grandpa has a brain! Hush!"
There were five more people holding their foreheads in an instant.
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Dahuai Village is located at the junction of Yuzhou and Xiangzhou.
Just take a detour from Yizhou Wharf, pass through Xiangzhou and arrive at the junction station between the two states. There is a small wharf where you can park your boat.
Tianbao was still young at the time and had no idea about the terrain and road conditions there, and the three boys from the Su family were no better.
In the end, Su Wen and Su Wu put aside their picks and let Su An figure out a solution on her own. Su An was at the helm of the ship.
Thanks to the reliable helmsmen of Pier 12, the group arrived at the correct location ten days later.
Junction Station.
The place that was extremely noble in the eyes of the three Su An brothers back then is no longer so noble and unattainable when you look at it from a distance.
Although it is an official inn, it is not luxuriously built, but it looks great in the eyes of ordinary people.
Perhaps because it was old and had not been properly repaired, the entire post house looked weathered and shabby.
After disembarking from the boat and landing on the shore, we saw mud everywhere, and the weeds on the shore were still in a fallen state after being washed by the flood.
Walk up the muddy path and reach the inn after passing a gentle slope.
The three of them, Su An, Su Wen, and Su Wu, were walking in front. When their eyes swept through the woods in front of the inn, they could still recall the scene in their minds.
Su An pointed to the small clearing in front of the forest where weeds had fallen over, and said with a smile, "I remember that our family rested there temporarily during our travels. Because of our status as exiles, we didn't dare to go near the inn."
Su Wen also remembered, "Thanks to us sitting here for a while, my aunt could catch up with us, otherwise I don't know if we would have met again. And Wei Li, we met him here for the first time, and his mother took the place of Our family has overcome the siege."
Su Wu quickened his pace and rushed to the inn, "I'm going to see if that little official who looked down on others is still there. After so long, he must be in his fifties, right?"
"Su Wu, let's get down to business and buy the horse first." Bai Yu warned from behind, "If you don't come out earlier, let Grandpa Du, Xiaomai, and Huo Guixi snatch it away!"
The slightly dull atmosphere was suddenly broken by him.
Du Buguo shook his head and didn't look anywhere else. With his triangular eyes, he began to look around the inn, looking for horses.
Xiaomaisui is very ambitious and will not miss anything that can make her famous.
Tian Bao sighed and patted her, "You don't have to carry a whip. It's useless to work in Dai Viet. You won't get on the list."
Ears of wheat, “…”
Bing'er sympathizes with the good sisters.
When Su Wu came out of the inn again, his face was full of regret, "That man stopped being here many years ago. It's a pity. But I bought the horse."
After saying that, he muttered in a low voice, "If grandpa, grandma, and the others were here, they would be shy about being close to home."
He has a careless temper, and even though he has very few memories of Dahuai Village and his grandparents, walking here still gives him an inexplicable sense of intimacy, which makes people have mixed feelings.
Perhaps this is why the old man always hopes that fallen leaves will return to their roots.
With things on their minds, the group did not linger long after getting the horses and immediately started riding.
Leaving the inn and getting closer to Yuzhou, the feeling after the flood becomes more real.
The floods have not completely receded, and there is still water on both sides of the road. Only muddy and messy areas can be seen, and no rice fields can be seen.
As we passed through the village, we saw a large number of houses that had been washed away by the water. After the houses collapsed, the earth and rocks on the ground were mixed with the water, and there were broken wooden beams lying across the road.
The second half of the journey was even more depressing. On the road there were more and more pots and pans washed out by the flood, dirty clothes, and black cloth shoes with holes that had been rubbed off by someone who was struggling in the water.
The sobs and screams floating in the air became more and more real, and more and more eardrum-piercing.
Su An, Su Wen and Su Wu hardly said a word all the way back.
Until another village soaked in water appeared in front of us. The water inside was so deep that it was no longer suitable for horses to continue walking.
Su An got off the horse and rushed into the village with sewage dripping up to his calves. "This is Liujia Village. My grandparents live here! I came back with my parents many times when I was a child! Second brother and third brother, you continue along the road. Go right, Hejia Village is in that direction, and meet at Dahuai Village at night!"
Su Wen and Su Wu didn't say much and ran towards Hejiacun.
My family’s maternal relatives are all from Ningshui Town, and the villages are not very far apart.
After passing Liujia Village and Hejia Village, they walked about ten miles to Dahuai Village. They only needed to find people along the road and didn't have to go too far.
Wheat Sui looked in both directions, worried that there were only two brothers over there, and if he needed help he wouldn't be able to find one, so he told everyone and followed, "Sister, I'll go over there to help. See you in the evening!"
The troops were divided into two ends.
Tianbao also followed closely behind his two brothers, walking through dilapidated houses.
After the flood, the flooded earthen walls all turned dark, and the walls were washed out extremely unevenly. Some of the walls had already collapsed, and others that had not collapsed were in danger of collapsing at any time.
There was no one alive in every courtyard who could not hear the cry.
Men, women and children squatted under the eaves of the verandah or sat in the water-logged hall, patting their legs and wiping away tears.
"There! I remember my grandma's house was on the uphill road in the back of the village. There was a ditch in front of the yard, and there was also a stone bridge!" There was an uphill road ahead. Su An's face showed a joyful look, and he walked towards it without caring that his body was soaked. The children ran around the courtyard, "Grandpa! Grandma! Uncle! I'm Xiao An!"
Tianbao subconsciously ran with him, filling his shoes with water and making a loud sound when he stepped on them.
Perhaps because the terrain here is higher, there is rarely a large amount of water in the dilapidated courtyard.
Rushing to the door and looking in, you can see the old man sitting numbly under the eaves of the corridor, with a hunched figure and a hollow expression.
Hearing the voice, he turned his head blankly, his pale face lifeless at all.
