Chapter 107 There's Movement on the Mountain
The Fang family wiped their tears again and then gathered their energy to clean up.
The little boy was resilient and woke up that night. He also awakened a new ability. His previous ability was memory, which enhanced his photographic memory to the point where his brain was as powerful as a computer. This time, he also awakened the ability of hand speed, which became as fast as lightning. The family hugged each other and cried bitterly, then recounted the day's events to the boy. From then on, the family regarded the team as their adopted parents, determined to repay their kindness. But that's another story.
The team switched to a George Patton and took to the national highway. The two vehicles sped forward. Miaomiao, now aware of the Fang family's presence, grew anxious. Though she didn't say it, everyone could see it in her eyes, and they sped up. They didn't stop except when necessary, and at night, they went wherever they wanted, resting directly at the villa. Leaving the national highway, they moved onto provincial roads, then county roads, heading deeper into the countryside. The population grew increasingly sparse, so there was no need to worry.
About half a month later, we arrived at the small village where Miaomiao's family lived. Her family owned an orchard on the mountain, and their home was also on the mountain. They would come down to buy some daily necessities at the market.
In the past, the town was bustling, with three streets in the shape of a large character "字". In addition to Miaomiao's orchard, there were several other families who had orchards. The fruits here were very famous, and there were many vendors coming and going. During the holidays, people from the county town would come here to pick fruits and have a vacation. There were quite a few people there.
At this point, the town was in a state of panic. Those who could leave had already left, and those who couldn't stayed behind, wandering aimlessly through the streets. All shops, big and small, had been ransacked. The fruit mountain, once lush and green from afar, was now a charred mass.
Miaomiao suddenly felt panicked and didn't dare to go up the mountain.
Friends comforted her, "Don't worry, it's okay, we are all with you."
"Uncle and aunt must be waiting for you at home. They will definitely do what they promised."
Miaomiao sniffed and grinned, "I know, they never lie to me."
Lan Shiruo patted her shoulder and said, "It's up to you to decide whether to go up the mountain now or tomorrow morning."
Miaomiao glanced at the sky. It was almost dark. Even though the mountain was right in front of her, it would take at least two or three hours to climb up.
The mountain road is steep and there is no car access, so people who want to go up can only walk. All the fruits in the mountains are transported by a specially built cable car, which is also a major feature of this place. People who come here to play will regard hiking as exercise.
In the valley halfway up the mountain, there are villages of all sizes, where some left-behind elderly people and children live. Miaomiao's home is in the village halfway up the mountain.
Most of the houses in the village are old and dilapidated. The young people working outside want to build new houses at home so that the elderly and children can live more comfortably. The leaders here also agree. In order to facilitate transportation, they plan to build a road first. The plan is already in place, and the money is in place. They just need to wait for the materials to arrive before starting construction.
Miaomiao's family is also planning to build a house. Miaomiao is the only child of Miaomiao. They have worked hard for half their lives, all for her. In order to make their child proud and allow friends to stay at home freely, they plan to build a two-story small house. Everything is ready, and they can start construction as soon as the road is opened.
Instead of waiting for the good day to start work, we waited until the end of the world.
When I think about it, I feel that life is so depressing. After working hard, I wait for good days, but who knows what will come. I work hard all my life, but get nothing in return. It’s such a loss just thinking about it.
"Let's do it tomorrow. It's too late today and it's not safe to go up the mountain."
The little friend had no objections and found a house that was used as a grocery store, cleaned it up and settled in. After clearing the decaying bodies from the street, they found a place to bury them and made a stone tablet, engraving everyone's name on it. No matter if anyone came back or came to look for them, at least those who stayed behind could rest in peace. This place was full of Miaomiao's acquaintances, people who had watched her grow up, and no matter what, they would not let their bodies be exposed in the wilderness.
The night was very quiet, no one spoke, little Lebao nestled quietly in Aunt Miao's arms, his chubby hands clapping from time to time, and his mother said she wanted to comfort Aunt Miao.
Miaomiao was so comforted that her face was bleeding. She kissed Baozi twice on the face and said, "Lebao, can you sleep with Aunt Miao tonight?"
"Ah," it was barely okay, and the little one glanced at the bad mom, saying, "Remember to take Lebao back after Aunt Miao falls asleep."
Lan Shiruo was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, what a little villain.
The next day, just as the sky was getting light, the friends had already gotten up, prepared food, and after eating and drinking, packed up and hiked up the mountain.
The journey was quiet, and Miaomiao felt heavier and more nervous with each step. Occasionally, some unknown creatures would pop out from the roadside, adding some noise.
The mountain road, which was originally smooth from being trampled upon, was now intertwined with various vines. Guo Zi was waving a big knife to clear the way ahead.
The cold wind blew and whistled through the top of the mountain, like a wolf howling echoing at the foot of the mountain.
If generals and ministers shake their ears, the mastiff will not be afraid of the wolf.
The friends all subconsciously quickened their pace, and a journey that usually took two or three hours only took more than an hour.
When they arrived at the village at the foot of the mountain, their hearts sank. It was desolate, dilapidated, and charred. There was no sign of any living people at all.
Miaomiao was shaking all over. Zhang Yun and He Lian held her on both sides, comforting her silently.
"General Cang Ying, Qingquan Jiajia, go and take a look." Lan Shiruo said.
The two men, the mastiff and the eagle ran wildly around the village. When they came back, their faces were heavy and they shook their heads slightly.
Miaomiao shook her body, wanting to see for herself.
"Hey wait," He Lian pulled her back, "There's a noise on the mountain."
Without waiting for her friends to react, Miaomiao rushed out, followed closely by her friends.
On the top of the mountain, in the cave, the bamboo door was in a dilapidated state. Miao's father and mother were desperately holding it up with broken wood to prevent a group of mutant dogs from rushing in from the cave entrance.
"Mother, hold on tight. I'll get a kitchen knife and go chop them. If you keep biting like this, the bamboo pieces won't last long."
"No, no, no," Miao's mother firmly disagreed. "You can hold on as long as you can. You can't go out. You can't go out." Lacking food and clothing, hungry and cold, Miao's mother felt weak all over. Her hands were shaking as she held the broken wood. She gritted her teeth, relying solely on a strong obsession to hold on.
Miao's father was a tall, thin, dark-skinned man from the countryside. His situation was no better than Miao's mother's, perhaps even worse. He gave all his food and clothing to her. "When Miaomiao comes back, one of us must be there, otherwise what will she do? I'll go out and lure them away. You run, run to town, find a sturdy house to hide in, and wait for Miaomiao to come back."
"I told you no, you can't go out. You can't go out, you can't go out," Miao's mother said frantically, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Miaomiao is coming back soon, Miaomiao is coming back soon, you can't go out, you can't go out."
Miao's father bit his dry lips, tasting blood, and only with his throat choked could he let out a low whimper. How could he not want to wait, how could he not want to wait, but if he continued to wait like this, both of them would die. "The child's mother"
"Don't talk, don't talk to me, I don't want to listen to you, shut up, shut up" Miao's mother almost yelled, tears falling silently.
They promised Miaomiao that they would wait for her to come back home. Everything was fine. They had food stored at home and thick clothes for the sudden change in weather. They were not affected at all. They lived their own lives behind closed doors and waited for Miaomiao to come home peacefully.
(End of this chapter)
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