Start Ancient: Take your family and lie down in the natural disaster to win

Only the old man Hua curled his lips secretly and glanced at his good granddaughter. Seeing that the child was fine, he felt relieved, and at the same time he felt a sense of sympathy.

Xiao Song's performance was so obvious, but his sweet granddaughter didn't understand! It's no wonder adults like them are responsible for this.

He led the people towards another fork in the road.

This fork in the road connects three villages, Daliu Village, Shangwu Village and Qiaojiagou. According to Hu Yatou, all three villages are inhabited. The exact population is unknown, but together there must be at least a thousand people.

I hope that when the earthquake occurs, we can escape as soon as possible, otherwise so many people will be buried, which will be a huge blow to any family.

In his thoughts, the old man couldn't help but be grateful that they had a good granddaughter, a treasure given to their family by God, so they should also know how to cherish blessings and do more to benefit their children and grandchildren.

The first place we arrived was Daliu Village. Like Huajia Village, most of the villages here are named after their surnames. There are more people with the surname Liu in Daliu Village.

The beautiful old man from Daliu Village knew about it, but he never actually came, and even less so by the way. However, there were girls from Daliu Village in the village. Not long after returning to Huajia Village, many people in the village went to various villages to find relatives.

Those who didn't find it all gave up, because there was only one possibility. Those who found it were also asking for opinions from the big guys in the village. Most of them brought their relatives or relatives to Huajia Village to settle down. Otherwise, there would have been a lot of trouble if there were relatives outside after the earthquake. .

Daliu Village is only half a cup of tea away from the fork in the road. When everyone stood at the entrance of the village and looked at the scene inside the village, their hearts were shocked. The entire village was almost completely in ruins except for the occasional ruined wall.

There are people on almost every ruin. If there is no cry, they may have cried out their tears. They are repeating the digging action under the drizzle. Their faces and bodies are mixed with mud and it is impossible to see their faces. The blood from digging with their hands is dripping. Raindrops fell on the ground.

Others guarded the corpses on the ground and hugged them numbly, letting the rain drip down, as if they were shrinking into that small world, unable to hear any words, and instinctively hugged the person in their arms, even if they were in their arms. The person has already lost his breath.

More people continued to dig, and almost everyone's face was filled with grief.

Everyone in Huajia Village couldn't help but feel sad when they saw it, imagining that if it were them, they probably wouldn't be able to bear it at this moment.

Old Man Hua led the people into Daliu Village without saying much. He just asked everyone to pay attention to safety, and then silently stepped forward to dig with the tools everyone carried.

For the people who suddenly appeared, the survivors of Daliu Village did not notice it at first. Some were immersed in their own thoughts, and some were because they were concentrating on digging and wanted to rescue the people under the rubble as quickly as possible. Only when they reacted did they realize that there were many people around them. I met many people, but they were still much stronger than them. All of them held tools in their hands, and in just a few clicks they were much faster than they could do with their hands.

The survivors of Daliu Village were stunned, looking at the large number of people who suddenly appeared in disbelief.

Shocked and frightened, with a hint of fear and a hint of hope, Old Man Hua quickly stood up and said loudly: "Don't be afraid, everyone, we are not evil people, we are from Huajia Village. I am Huaman, the village chief of Huajia Village. Came to help you.”

"Huajia Village, really?"

"Of course" Mr. Hua took off the bamboo hat on his head.

"It's true," someone shouted in Daliu Village. Although he has gone through several years of hardships, it has not had much impact on Old Man Hua. Time seems to have stopped. Except for a few more gray hairs on his temples due to excessive worry, even wrinkles have not increased much. At first glance, It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a middle-aged man for half a hundred people. In addition, the Hua family has a decent appearance, making him look like a handsome uncle.

Therefore, even though several years have passed, some people can still recognize him. After all, the village chief of Huajia Village is quite famous.

That year, many people went to Huajia Village to sell winter vegetables and buy charcoal, and they were deeply impressed by the majestic and kind-hearted village chief.

Knowing that they were from Huajia Village, almost everyone in Daliu Village who could react had their eyes redder.

So...the people in their village buried under the rubble can be saved.

When the earthquake occurred in Daliu Village, less than fifty people escaped, and many more were buried under their houses without even reacting.

Except for a few who looked numb as if they had lost their souls, all the remaining people alive in Daliu Village looked excitedly at Old Man Hua and the men from Huajia Village who were working on the ruins.

I don’t know who took the lead, but dozens of people knelt down and kowtowed to the old man.

"I can't do it, I can't do it." Old Man Hua hurriedly pulled up the nearest one and looked at the people under the rain with complicated expressions. Finally, there was a glimmer of hope on these people's faces, instead of just sadness.

The old man supported the handsome man and said, "Don't be like this. Saving people is the most important thing. In order not to waste time, please let everyone know which ruins there are people under."

"Okay, okay," the man kept nodding. "There are people buried wherever we are digging." At this point, the man burst into tears. "Chief Huacun, we have been digging, but..." The man looked at his bloody figure. Tears fell from his fingers.

It's not that they didn't want to go faster. An earthquake buried everything in the village under the rubble. Except for using their hands, they couldn't find any useful tools. They just relied on their hands and have been digging since the earthquake stopped. Only a few families have been dug out, and many more families are still buried under the rubble.

That is to say, last night, my mother had to urinate urgently and woke up at night. She happened to find a vision and woke up the whole family. Then they had a chance to run out. They only had time to bring some belongings and carry a bag of grain from the kitchen. Although they tried their best to He reminded the villagers and shouted for everyone to run out quickly, but the earthquake happened too fast, and only a few dozen people ran out in the end.

Of course, Old Man Hua saw their bleeding fingers, patted his shoulders to comfort them, and then began to allocate personnel.

Either because there were more people, there was more power, and because they came with tools, it took less than an hour to complete the excavation of a village of dozens of households.

Among them, hundreds of corpses were excavated. Looking at these tragic corpses with different signs of death, they were smashed to pieces with blood and flesh. Some even had their internal organs exposed, some were completely stacked in one piece, and more were soft and seemed to have no bones. The dummy and the tragic old man couldn't bear to look at it. Many men in Huajia Village almost vomited out their overnight meal during the excavation.

Old Man Hua almost subconsciously blocked his granddaughter's sight, even though he knew that this move would have no effect on her.

"Master, I'm fine." Hua Jin gave her grandfather a forced smile.

I really don’t feel scared, but I have a deep sense of powerlessness against the destructive power of nature. People who were alive one day ago have now turned into cold corpses. Still, in such a tragic way, life is still alive. It is really too small in front of nature.