Seeing Liu Donglai's attitude, Li Xiangdong felt reassured.

Then he subtly brought it up, "Uncle Liu, I met a blind man in western Sichuan this time. He said that in late autumn and early winter, there will be an earthquake in the northeast."

Liu Dong glanced at him. "What blind man?"

"A very old man, whose exact age is unknown, suddenly appeared blind. Uncle Liu, it's better to believe it's true than not. If you can speak, could you please give him a heads-up?"

"The northeast is vast!"

"The Yanling area!"

Li Xiangdong knew that the great earthquake of his previous life was less than two months away. He couldn't stand idly by, but he had no other choice but to send anonymous letters to the earthquake bureaus of counties and cities in the Yanling area and to get a warning from Liu Donglai.

Liu Donglai gave him a deep look. "Is there a specific time?"

Li Xiangdong looked back with unwavering resolve, “Two o’clock in the morning on the eighth day of the tenth month!”

Liu Donglai stood up, paced quickly, and walked around twice.

He whirled around and stopped abruptly, his voice unusually serious, "Is the information accurate?"

I swear on my life!

"Okay, I understand."

Liu Donglai waved his hand, and Li Xiangdong silently walked out of the office.

If possible, he hopes more people can survive.

......

Li Xiangdong went to Quanshui Village again to check on his master.

Grandma Jiang's collapsed mud house is still standing in the same spot, unrepaired. When Li Xiangdong passed by that pile of earth today, his heart skipped a beat: Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain pillow!

He's so foolish!

They were so preoccupied with that priceless Yuan Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain pillow that they never even considered that it might have been smashed to pieces by the collapsed building!

Seeing her apprentice scratching his head in a flustered manner, Old Madam Jiang deliberately remained silent. Being an impatient person, she directly slapped Li Xiangdong's hand with a back scratcher and said, "Just say what you have to say!"

Li Xiangdong, rubbing his reddened hand, complained, "Why did you hit me so hard?"

After saying that, he leaned closer to Grandma Jiang and whispered, "Do you have any treasures in your house? Should we dig them out? The house is all collapsed, it would be terrible if we damaged anything."

Grandma Jiang gave him a half-smile, half-smile, "Trying to get your eye on my darling?"

Li Xiangdong quickly assured him, "I didn't mean that. I was just worried about your and the baby's safety."

Grandma Jiang smiled easily, "Don't worry, I'm not senile yet!"

As she spoke, she quietly asked Li Xiangdong, "Are you short of money?"

Li Xiangdong shook his head, "I still have tens of thousands of yuan!"

Grandma Jiang made a request, "Since you're so rich, buy some bricks and roof beams and rebuild my house!"

Li Xiangdong patted his chest and guaranteed, "Sure, I'll go to the brick kiln to order bricks and tiles in a little while, and build you a house on the spot. You can move in before the New Year!"

Nowadays, building a brick and tile house with one main room and two side rooms, plus east and west wing rooms, with red bricks all the way to the top, only costs one or two thousand yuan.

He can afford to pay that money.

After leaving Quanshui Village, he found two more thread-bound books in his bag, both in vertical traditional Chinese characters. As soon as Li Xiangdong opened them, he started complaining of a headache, and then Grandma Jiang gave him two back scratches!

Li Xiangdong secretly groaned inwardly, wondering if his master was trying to train him to be an academic collector.

He simply wanted to make money from antiques!

Although he thought this way, he didn't dare say it to Grandma Jiang, for fear of being beaten to death.

Li Xiangdong scrunched up his face like a steamed bun, "I don't recognize many of these traditional Chinese characters! Master, aren't you overestimating me!"

Grandma Jiang rolled her eyes at him, "Write down the ones you don't recognize, I'll teach you later."

Seeing Li Xiangdong's half-dead state, Grandma Jiang, exasperated, scratched him a few times with a back scratcher.

"This is Ouyang Xiu's 'Collection of Ancient Inscriptions' from the Song Dynasty, the earliest extant work on epigraphy. The 'Collection of Ancient Inscriptions' collects inscriptions on bronze vessels and other artifacts, all with original texts and annotations. It also records the excavation and collection of these artifacts, their dates of origin, and related anecdotes. If you want to collect antiques and don't even know this, you're just waiting to buy trendy stuff and lose your shirt!"

"Trendy goods" are just counterfeit goods.

After being ridiculed by Grandma Jiang, Li Xiangdong had no choice but to promise his master that he would finish reading and memorize the text within a month!

......

I was riding my bike home, wobbling along, when I suddenly heard a quarrel as I passed through an alley.

Li Xiangdong, with his long legs extended, stopped the car and looked into the alley.

Since the village has become wealthy and has plenty of food, quarrels have become rare.

As the saying goes, when the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when people are well-fed and clothed, they know honor and shame. When everyone is well-fed and clothed, no one will grumble over trivial matters anymore.

Suddenly, an auntie ran out of the alley.

As soon as she saw Li Xiangdong, she stopped abruptly and said breathlessly, "Xiangdong, hurry up and go to the shrimp pond and call out, huff—huff—"

The aunt took a couple of deep breaths and continued, "Call Daming back. The Ma family from Guanyutai is attacking!"

Li Xiangdong was completely confused. "The Ma family from Guanyutai has attacked? Why are they attacking?"

The aunt said anxiously, "It's hard to explain in just a few words. It's just that someone was trying to set up a girlfriend for Daming, but Daming wasn't happy about it, so they called him."

Li Xiangdong vaguely remembered that the driver, Xiao Zhao, who had delivered watermelon and corn seeds to them last time, had mentioned that his second aunt's third cousin wanted to give the seeds to Guo Daming.

Judging from this, the two were dating, but Guo Daming changed his mind, and the other party came to their door demanding an explanation.

Originally, when he was reborn, Li Xiangdong wanted to matchmake Guo Daming and Li Zhen, but now it seems that he doesn't need to.

These thoughts flashed through his mind in the blink of an eye. Without saying another word, Li Xiangdong got on his bike and headed straight for the shrimp pond.

When Guo Daming, Li Jin, and the others arrived, Guo Daming's mother was sitting at the front door crying.

Looking inside, the place was a mess; everything had been turned upside down, some even thrown on the floor and stepped on.

The large iron pot in Guo Daming's house had all been taken away, leaving only a dark, empty stove hole.

Everyone was stunned.

Guo Daming tenderly helped his mother, whose hair was disheveled and who was covered in dirt, to her feet. "Mother, are you alright?"

Guo Daming's mother shook her head, crying, "Daming, they are bandits..."

The men, young and old, who had come along all felt humiliated that the people from Guanyutai had come to their Lijiapo to vandalize, loot, and burn.

Of course, nothing was cooked, but even the cooking pot was taken away – what a disgrace!

The crowd was clamoring to fight back, but Li Jin stopped them, saying, "What's the rush? Let's find out what happened first!"

"Da Ming, what exactly happened! Did you really start something and then abandon it, playing with that girl?"