Political Commissar Hao walked over and said to Ling Huanwu with a smile, "Little Ling, this house was renovated for you by the villagers, and the vegetables were also grown by everyone. Everyone knows that they misunderstood you before, and they feel bad about it."

Ling Huanwu's eyes instantly reddened as she looked at the villagers around her, deeply moved.

One by one, the villagers approached Ling Huanwu and handed her the things they were carrying.

Some of them were shellfish that had just been caught at sea, each one round and plump.

And there was an octopus, its long tentacles looking very fresh.

And some seaweed they had just dried...

Although they didn't say anything apologetic, their guilty and concerned eyes said it all.

Ling Huanwu took these things, and tears streamed down her face.

She thought to herself, how happy Jiu Zhen would be to see this scene if he were still alive.

Recalling the previous storm surge, that terrible disaster almost destroyed the entire island.

The raging sea destroyed houses, flooded farmland, and seafood became scarce.

Her and Zhou Jiuzhen's goal was to rebuild this home.

After more than a year, thanks to everyone's joint efforts, the island has finally begun to recover.

The soil can also be used for planting.

The once barren land is now covered with green plants.

The sea is teeming with plump seafood again.

More and more fishing boats are going out to sea.

The island is once again filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, brimming with the vitality of life.

They finally lived up to the trust placed in them by their island ancestors and protected the land where they had taken root.