The children, not understanding why, followed suit and stood on tiptoe.
This resting place is near the top of the back mountain, with a great view. You can see the general area of several surrounding villages.
Dazhuang opened his eyes wide and pointed to a group of refugees at the foot of the mountain who appeared scattered but were actually in an orderly fashion:
"That road seems to lead to Qingxu Town."
He had only been to town twice with Cheng Xiucai, and his memories of it were not very vivid.
Ye Wenxue reviewed the original owner's memories and matched the route: "That's right, it is indeed going to the town."
Judging from the direction this group of refugees came from, they should be from several counties in the south.
At this point in time...
This group of people is very likely the same group of refugees who, under the manipulation of certain individuals in the original story, rioted, murdered, and occupied the entire Qingxu Town.
Ye Wenxue's heart was pounding.
Dazhuang, who had studied for a few years, also vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
The refugees I saw a few days ago were in groups of three or five, at most a whole village fleeing famine together, just trying to survive.
But the group of people at the foot of the mountain numbered well over a hundred, and there was still a steady stream of people catching up from behind.
Moreover, the internal structures seem to be closely connected, pulling each other forward.
Shuangshuang's voice interrupted their train of thought:
"Mother, elder brother, look. They split up at the crossroads, and a few people are heading towards Shuixi Village."
Sanyuan Ruanruan said, "Not only that, but a few people also went from Shanqing Village."
Siwang couldn't find a chance to interject, so he just kept mumbling "uh-huh."
Ye Wenxue looked closely and saw that the group of refugees had indeed split up at the crossroads, with people passing through on the roads leading to several surrounding villages.
Moreover, judging from their figures from a distance, they were all young and strong.
Dazhuang quickly packed his things: "They'll be up the mountain soon, let's hurry and keep going!"
Ye Wenxue stopped the person:
"Don't worry, aside from the fact that the intersection is still quite a distance from Shuixi Village... these people are clearly here to scout and gather information."
There are only three or five of them; we can defeat them.
Da Zhuang slowed down, but his brows were still tightly furrowed.
Ye Wenxue took the opportunity to respond to Shuangshuang's question:
"You might think that traveling at dusk is more comfortable, but others can think of that too. If you can't find a place to stay and it's pitch black everywhere, it will be even more dangerous."
"Carrying a torch would be too conspicuous, so it's better to just walk in the blazing sun. It's tiring, but it's safer."
Ye Wenxue's confidence in going out in the middle of the afternoon was partly due to the spiritual spring water in her space.
Although her spiritual spring water does not have the effect of reviving the dead, healing flesh and bones, or cleansing marrow and rejuvenating bones.
However, simply restoring their physical strength can indirectly improve their constitution and prevent them from suffering from heatstroke.
Shuangshuang, Sanyuan, and Siwang are young and easy to fool, but Dazhuang must have sensed that something was wrong.
This child is exceptionally intelligent; he'll figure it out sooner or later.
Rather than letting him realize something is wrong on his own and develop resentment later, it's better to explain everything early on.
Ye Wenxue glanced at Dazhuang below the mountain and stopped packing her things, instead keeping a close eye on him.
She wasn't really determined to keep it a secret.
But you have to eat one bite at a time, and the children also need to gradually accept that their biological mother has been replaced and has a spatial ability and superpowers.
Her gaze swept over a spot with a pleasant view, and after a moment's hesitation, she spoke:
“The world is unstable now, and it’s not very convenient to hide around with your father’s urn all day long. Let’s… bury your father’s urn.”
Ye Wenxue also wanted to build a grave for the original owner of the body.
Since Cheng Xiucai's urn is still there, it's a good idea to bury the two of them together.
Da Zhuang was taken aback and subconsciously shook his head, but stopped abruptly halfway through.
He glanced at their belongings scattered on the ground, and interrupted Shuangshuang in a hoarse voice, cutting her off before she could finish speaking:
"good."
From this place, one can see the distant Shanqing Village in the distance, and it is not far from the deep mountains they are heading to.
It's a good place.
If Father knew this from beyond the grave, he probably wouldn't object.
Seeing that Dazhuang had agreed, Shuangshuang, Sanyuan, and Siwang fell silent.
Little Yuanyuan nestled against Ye Wenxue's chest, its bright black and white eyes babbling softly.
Ye Wenxue led the children to bury the urn containing the ashes, then cut off a small section of hair to replace the original owner's remains and placed it in the dug pit, before filling it with soil and erecting a wooden tombstone.
She brushed the dirt off her hands, held the innocent little Yuan Yuan in her arms, and quietly watched the four children kneeling in front of the small mound.
Da Zhuang bit his lower lip and stared at the two names side by side on the monument for a long time without saying a word.
His vague guesses over the past few days have finally come true, leaving him momentarily bewildered and his mind completely blank.
The three children couldn't discern anything from the tombstone; they could only see their eldest brother kneeling in front of it, his straight back momentarily slumping, as if the sky had collapsed.
Siwang's knees hurt from kneeling, and he wanted to tug at his elder brother's sleeve to remind him, but he knew it was inappropriate and forcibly held back.
Seeing that Shuangshuang and the other two seemed unwell, Ye Wenxue sighed and said:
"Hurry up, we still have a long way to go."
Dazhuang turned around and glanced at Ye Wenxue and Yuanyuan, his expression somewhat complicated.
He reflected on the past few days, recalling how Ye Wenxue had always protected them, never harmed or lied to them, and moreover...
Dazhuang looked again at Ye Wenxue's face, which was exactly the same as his mother's.
After a moment, she lowered her eyes and calmly said, "Okay."
He led his younger siblings in kowtowing, then stood up and softly called out in a hoarse voice:
"Mother, let's continue on our way."
Living in a chaotic world with frequent natural disasters, he alone could not protect his younger siblings.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
