These people were from the worst-hit areas and were rescued by Miao people.
They are grateful to the Miao people and to the soon-to-be Miao king.
A little while later, Ah Chen told everyone to go about their own business.
Then, his gaze fell on the dozen or so elderly people who were not Miao.
The elderly people were dressed in tattered but clean clothes, and the stalls in front of them were filled with local specialties.
One of the old women, with faltering steps, approached Ah Chen, and then—
With tears welling up in her eyes, she raised her trembling hands and held Ah Chen tightly.
"What's wrong, milk?"
Milk?
Ah Chen's cry of "Grandma!" was like a tear gas grenade.
The old man cried.
"My Miao family! I have no way to repay your great kindness."
"May God bless our Miao people, may they be free from disasters and difficulties, and may they have children with the Holy Maiden."
Although the old man was not even as tall as Ah Chen's shoulder, he hugged Ah Chen and wept bitterly.
A baby's cry, a child's cry—
Best wishes!
This scene, though devoid of many words, was imbued with deep affection.
The old man next to me cried.
The villagers nearby also cried.
It was only then that Achen learned that these villagers had come from Tianjin County.
During the natural disaster, the village that was most severely affected was almost completely wiped out.
It was Miao Jialang who arrived and, amidst numerous dangers, pulled them out.
The old lady holding Ah Chen's family, which used to have more than ten members, now only has her and her seven or eight-year-old grandson left.
The crops are gone, the houses are gone, --
The person is gone too.
Ah Chen listened with a heavy heart.
The old lady, with her grandson, set up a small stall here, selling baked potatoes.
The other elderly people also suffered heavy losses.
They gathered here mainly in the hope of seeing their benefactor.
Unexpectedly, after so many days of waiting and having given up hope, they actually met their benefactor today.
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