The day after they left Nandu County, they were greeted by a long-awaited downpour.

"Haha, it's raining!"

"I feel like I haven't seen rain in my entire life."

Everyone was cheering, shouting, jumping, and laughing in the rain...

Unfortunately, the heavy rain didn't bring them joy for long, as it continued for three days and three nights without stopping, and everyone's smiles faded.

Without water, they feared dying of thirst; now that they have water, they have nowhere to shelter from the rain, let alone light a fire to cook. Their damp clothes clung to their bodies all day, and many of them caught colds as a result.

This sudden downpour claimed the lives of many displaced people.

The people in Lin Yinan's team could also take shelter from the rain under the tarpaulin.

On the fifth day, the rain finally stopped and the sky cleared.

No one dared to delay for a moment, and they continued on their way through the mud.

The number of migrants on the road decreased, and the towns along the way had policies to attract migrants, so many people stayed because they were unwilling to continue their journey.

In the end, only Lin Yinan and his group remained on the road, while Wu Xingwang and his small, scattered team continued to follow them steadfastly.

That day, Yun Mo and his group once again refused the magistrate's offer. Just as they stepped out of the city gate, they were met by two groups of people on horseback, dressed in clothes of different colors.

The leader was a strong and sturdy soldier. When he saw their large and imposing group, his eyes immediately lit up. He nimbly dismounted, ran forward a few steps, and came to Yun Mo, the leader. He cupped his hands in a respectful bow and asked, "Are you from the Yun family of Shangjing?"

Yun Mo looked at the newcomer and then glanced at the banner embroidered with the character "Yun" in the ranks behind him.

"My name is Yun Mo."

The man's face lit up with joy. "Third Master Yun, I've been waiting for you!"