Even though there was a heavy rain outside, the shrill cries of Yu Lanhua and Zhang Dacui in the other two rain shelters could not be prevented from reaching Lin Rui's tent.

Lin Rui was annoyed by the noise so much that he simply plugged his ears with two balls of cotton, which reduced the noise a lot.

It was raining heavily outside, while it was drizzling at Lin Changhe and Lin Changfa's homes.

Yu Lanhua and Zhang Dacui cried heartbreakingly in their own rain shelter, slapping the wood beneath them. "Dad, Mom, I'm so sorry for being such an unfilial daughter! If I had advised you a little more back then, this tragedy wouldn't have happened!"

Lin Changhe and Lin Changfa squatted at the door of the awning and watched the heavy rain continue to fall in front of the door. Unlike their wife's guilt, they now only felt hopeful.

If they had not made a prompt decision to follow the village head and Changxi's family and leave, two more families would have died in Linjia Village.

Thinking of Xiangxiang, Xiaozhan and Dunzi, these lively young grandchildren, if they were roasted, cooked, and finally eaten as Shuanzi said, how heartbroken it would be for their grandparents and parents!

Along the way, the wife kept saying that they should not have left Linjia Village. Otherwise, they would still be living a stable life in Linjia Village. Why would they have to travel in the rain, have poor food to eat, poor accommodation, and the shack where they slept at night was leaking?

After thinking about it so much, I even started to feel regretful. I regretted that I made this ridiculous decision because of momentary worry, otherwise my family would not be living in such a miserable situation.

It wasn't until I saw Shuanzi today that I realized how chaotic the world outside was. A village massacre! This is a village massacre! Right at the foot of the emperor, not far from the capital, Longtingxia Linjia Village, a village massacre occurred. All the surrounding villages were wiped out. Shuanzi may be the only one who escaped alive.

If the emperor is so cowardly, how can ordinary people like them survive and get justice?

If it weren't for his nephew Rui'er taking them away from Linjia Village, they would have also become victims of the mob's knife. His violently beating heart slowly calmed down, and the boiling blood in his body was now only grateful to himself for deciding to leave Linjia Village. Fortunately, they left, fortunately, they were still alive, and every member of their family was gone!

After Lin Rui woke up, he found that everyone's attitude towards him had improved a lot. He wanted to get some water to wash his face, but in no time, Sister Tan Ying had already brought the prepared water to him: "Rui'er, Rui'er, the water is ready for you!"

Their family hadn't even started a fire to cook yet, but Yu Lanhua from Lin Changfa's family seemed like a different person. Although her eyes were red and swollen, her smile was much more genuine. She brought a big bowl of cooked dry rice, and the steaming rice was piled high with bacon and pickled meat.

Lin Changhe, Lin Changtai and Lin Changshou also brought out the best rice and flour they had prepared for Lin Rui.

Lin Changxi and Feng Zhenniang were both shocked by the scene before them: "What's going on?"

Lin Pingmao bowed deeply to Lin Rui in front of everyone. Lin Rui quickly stepped forward to help him up: "Grandpa, aren't you shortening my life?"

Lin Changtai and Lin Changshou stopped Lin Rui: "Rui'er, this is what you deserve. If you hadn't come back and suggested that we leave together, how could we still be standing here in peace now!"

Zhang Dacui also changed her previous arrogant and domineering attitude of complaining about everything and awkwardly stuffed two pairs of cloth shoes into Feng Zhenniang's arms.

"Da Cui, what are you doing..." Feng Zhenniang knew what was going on, but thinking about how she had heard Yu Lanhua and Zhang Da Cui complaining behind her back these days, she deliberately stretched out her voice and asked.

Now Zhang Dacui completely regarded Lin Rui as her savior and little ancestor. How could she still be angry with Feng Zhenniang? She wanted to worship both mother and son with incense. She must now be grateful that smoke was rising from the graves of the Lin ancestors, otherwise how could her family escape the disaster.

Zhang Dacui was also thick-skinned, smiling flatteringly, pretending that the unpleasantness along the way had never happened: "Sister-in-law, these are two pairs of shoes I made for Rui Ge'er to replace his feet. I saw that his shoes were full of holes along the way, so please don't be disgusted."

Holes? Feng Zhenniang hadn't really noticed her son's shoes. After all, the journey was exhausting. Every day when it rained, they had to reinforce the awning and burn wormwood to fume mosquitoes. In their spare time, they had to check the food to prevent it from getting moldy.

It seemed that he was trapped in the mountains by heavy rain and unable to move, but there were so many trivial things to do that he naturally had no time to pay attention to Lin Rui's shoes.

Rui'er is such a real kid. Why didn't he tell his mother that his shoes were broken?

Feng Zhenniang was not polite and immediately put the shoes in her arms: "Well, I thank you on behalf of Lin Rui, his aunt!"

"No need to thank me. We should be the ones thanking Rui Ge'er. Without him, people here would have already..." As if she felt that the next words were unlucky, Zhang Dacui stopped talking and hurriedly turned and left.

Feng Zhenniang placed the shoes on where Lin Rui slept. Lin Rui had just brought some dry firewood from the firewood shed next door. Seeing the shoes made of colorful cotton cloth, he asked, "Mom, did you make these for me?"

Feng Zhenniang was currently beating two eggs into an iron pot. She carefully added a little sugar and then put it away like a treasure. This pot of egg drop soup was enough for more than a dozen people in their family, and she couldn't have any more.

Lin Rui had to talk his mouth off to get this pot of egg soup every day. He really underestimated how much the ancients valued food and were reluctant to waste even a grain of rice.

After the village massacre, everyone looked at Lin Rui differently, even with more respect than they did for Lin Pingmao, consulting him on everything. Overnight, Lin Rui's status within the Lin family soared, surpassing even that of his cousins ​​of the same generation, such as Lin Ziming and Lin Zicheng.

Seeing his parents praising Lin Rui, Lin Ziyang couldn't help but say sourly: Mom, you didn't say that before.

Zhang Dacui was very flexible. Her red eyes were still swollen from crying when she said, "The past is the past, the present is the present. If anyone goes against Lin Ruitian in the future, I, Zhang Dacui, will be the first to disapprove!"

Lin Zicheng felt that his mother's expression changed too quickly, and he couldn't help but ask jokingly: "If we put up a rain shelter next time, will our family still live alone?"

With this previous experience as a lesson, Zhang Dacui immediately shook her head: "No, no, no, absolutely not. Wherever Lin Rui is, our home is there. I have discovered that only by following Lin Rui can we survive."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Lin Rui was such a bad boy before, I didn't expect that in just a few years, he turned over a new leaf and became so successful!" When Lin Rui was eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring outside in the past, Zhang Dacui often used him as a negative example to warn her own children.

But now Lin Rui is a person that her son can't even catch up with. Haven't you seen that the old village head and his family are polite and respectful to Lin Changxi's family?