Then Guan's father ran to the front and called out to the people who were looking for them, telling them that they were over there.

Guan Laoer was very popular in the village, and whenever he could find time to help anyone with a problem, he would go. So this time, everyone came voluntarily.

No one from Lao Guan's family came.

Guan's father told them that they got lost in the deep mountains and couldn't find their way out after wandering for two or three days. The mother and daughter fainted this morning without food or water. There are all kinds of dangers in the deep mountains, and he can't abandon them and go alone.

Seeing himself surrounded by anxious, worried, and excited eyes that were relieved to be alive, Dad Guan felt a warm current flowing through his heart and was moved by this group of simple villagers.

Several young men were going to carry their sister-in-law and niece down the mountain.

The 4.5-hour round trip to see them was very tiring. Guan Dad looked at each familiar and unfamiliar face, silently memorizing each one in his heart, and he would definitely repay them if he had the chance.

Guan Mama and Shui Shui also "happened" to wake up at this time.

There was a young man named Guan Suihe who looked a bit like Guan Laoer and was a village militiaman. Guan Laoer had been particularly kind to this boy over the years, and besides the village chief, he was the most anxious to go up the mountain this time. He hurried over, untied the water bottle on his back, opened it, and handed it to Guan's father.

"Uncle, I brought some pancakes, please eat them quickly."

After drinking the water, Mr. Guan took the pancake and divided it into three portions, giving them to Mom Guan and Shui Shui. Shui Shui took it, closed his eyes, opened his mouth and took a hard bite. Ugh, he almost knocked his teeth out.

When Guan's mother was little, she'd eaten this kind of pancake. It's a mixture of sweet potato flour, ganzi flour, and black bean flour. In some places, it's called "sanhemian" (three-combination flour), and it tastes a bit hoarse. Ganzi flour is the remaining corn cobs after threshing, dried and ground until they're completely dry. The resulting powder is called ganzimian (gangzi flour), and it was a staple food during famines. Guan's mother broke the pancake into small pieces, slowly chewing them.

After eating a few bites of the pancake, Guan's father said to everyone, "Let's not stay in this deep mountain any longer, let's get out of the mountain quickly."

"When you finish your pancake, we'll leave."

After eating the pancakes, everyone supported each other and walked down the mountain.

The people walked for about two hours and watched from afar a group of women at the foot of the mountain waiting for them to return.

Guan's father looked around and saw that there was no one from the old Guan family. "Well, very good, very good. I was thinking of waiting for two days before dividing the family, but you have successfully made me unable to wait even a minute."

Mother Guan is now furious. This family is full of rubbish and is rotten to the core!

Some women looked at Mother Guan with tears in their eyes, afraid that she would be upset, and whispered advice to her.

The old village chief patted Guan's father on the shoulder and said, "Second brother, you have worked tirelessly these years, respected your parents, and loved your brothers. You have done your best for everyone except your wife and two children. People should learn to be a little selfish sometimes. You marry a wife to love her. Look at your wife, she is only 30 years old, but she looks like she is in her 40s. She is so young, but she is bent by the work. You can't treat a living person like an animal, otherwise it will shorten her life. You should also know how to love yourself. Look at yourself, you are almost as old as me. People would believe you are 50 years old."

Guan's father nodded, "Uncle, I understand."

He thanked everyone again and headed towards the old Guan family in the middle of the village. In the business world, Guan's father had always remained calm and indifferent after negotiating orders worth billions, but this time he was truly moved.

I walked to the old Guan's house in my memory, pushed the closed door and walked into the yard. Everyone was hiding in their own rooms pretending to be dead, and no one came out to ask.

The anger in Guan's mother's eyes was about to burst out, and Guan's father held her hand and said three words in a row: "Bear, bear, bear,"