Seeing Xu Wen's expectant look, Lu Yu asked Song Zhe, "Who is he? Why are we bringing him along?"

Song Zhe glanced at him, looking at him expressionlessly, "Didn't you notice when we were driving in Qinzhou? Why didn't you ask then?"

Lu Yu pinched Song Zhe's serious face and said with a smile, "I thought he was your friend, and I just brought him to Ning City."

“He was an educated youth from Songjia Village, a key figure in this operation, and a person from a remote mountain village in Fujian Province.”

"Oh, I see."

Xu Wen listened quietly to their conversation, and when he got tired of sitting, he closed his eyes to rest.

Three days later, Song Zhe and his group got off the train in Fujian Province.

"Old Song, it's five o'clock in the afternoon now, let's go eat first."

"good."

They then went to a state-run restaurant for a meal, and after the meal, they stayed overnight at a nearby guesthouse.

The next morning, they took a bus to Zhou County, and then transferred to another bus to a town that was no different from Qinzhou.

"Wow, your town is really far away. How about your village? Can the oxcart go there later?"

Lu Yu looked at Xu Wen and asked, and Xu Wen smiled and said, "Okay, we'll be there in two hours."

Last night, Lu Yu asked Xu Wen at the guesthouse what he had learned about the situation in Loutu Village.

Of the group that stayed behind with Yamamoto back then, eleven have died, leaving only seven or eight.

Their village only had forty or fifty people. The group traveled to the village in an oxcart, where they had a simple breakfast.

Xu Wen was in a good mood throughout the journey. Looking at the familiar mountains and roads, he was filled with excitement.

It was already noon when we arrived at the village.

Many villagers peeked out to see what was happening, and when they saw Xu Wen return with several strangers, a hint of panic flashed in the eyes of those who still lived in the village.